Simple Pleasures of Life

In today’s constantly churning tumultuous world, accentuated by the FaceBooks and Twitters, life seems to be moving at a pace which is not comprehendible by most of us. Considering we conceive of ourselves as the most intelligent species on earth, the inventor of the all pervasive computer, the incomprehension of any activity drives us into delirium.  With so much more information to grasp and our increasing rabidity to analyze them has left our emotions paralysed. We are not treating ourselves as a unique creation by a Supreme Being with a heart capable of falling in love but as an incredible human machine with a central processing unit that beats 100000 times a day. In this constant crusade to analyse and over-analyse all (our) actions and in-actions, we are consistently inflicting wounds on ourselves, without even realizing the long term effects. Once the adrenaline of the moment that keeps us from feeling the pain settles down would we realize how caustic the wound has become.

In this effort of ours where we regress our mental faculties over the happenings of the past to predict a better future for us, we are significantly missing our present. The present that brings with itself the Present of Joy, Happiness, Fun, Craziness and kegful of Emotions. The very essence in the innocuous admiration of a beautiful girl has got lost in the intricacies of her AL (age & location). Gone are the days when we would immediately throw ourselves to stargazing, building castles (in the air) adorned by a priggish couple – you and that beautiful girl. The fun of the fantastic imagination has got lost in the worldliness of the Facebook Id and Twitter handle.

And considering I have mentioned about castles and their inhabitants, I am currently reveling under the influence of a wonderful Royal occasion – the marriage of Prince William with Kate Middleton (now the Duke & the Duchess of Cambridge). While almost 2 billion people (most of them watching live on TV) across the world enjoyed and marveled at the wonderfully conducted nuptial ceremony (at times so prissy that it was almost boring), skeptics were under a lot of anguish. Anguish as of theirs that bringeth forth economic worries, cruel wastage of misplaced priorities (by the media, when it should focus on Gadaffi) or a simple loss of sense about how an entire country can be crazy about a Royal wedding (when we live in a world that is largely democratic). I for once decided to let the skeptics grudge with their thinking hats on, and instead enjoyed the pleasure of witnessing Royalty from a close distance of a foot (watched the entire episode on my laptop). I enjoyed the live exhibition to have a sneak peek of Royal traditions and found myself lucidly soaked into centuries of history.  The Royal kiss – William kissing his wife Kate – on the balcony of Buckingham shall remain deeply entrenched in my memories.

I think I am slowly falling into an abyss, a Dreamland. The magnificence of English Royalty is slowly giving way to an Indian Regality. I see someone arriving in a Palanquin? The Palanquin bearers singing - Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing, We bear her along like a pearl on a string.