Saturday, September 4, 2010

The Slippery World of Fate

Life is quite like walking on a slippery floor. You try to hold on to something to stop you ending up face down on the floor. You grab opportunities you find along the way and take them quite quickly, before they disappear from your sight. You stop the falling but have you made a good choice? You will find out only when you reach the end. Would we like what we see, what we chose, how we lived?

Every single moment
of those waking moments,
And moments spent in dreamland,
Dreaming for better or for worse,
Bombarded are we every moment
with choices a zillion,
Zipping past nonchalant
As if they make not a difference.

Every single choice
whines an urgent note,
Demanding speedy decisions,
in splits of a second.
Miss and none remain 
for snappy decision to be made,
Rather like an eel slippery
just slips into the past.

Of zillion choices offered,
only a few hundred stick,
Decided in split seconds
while the choice still hot,
Years have to go by
To hear the verdict of fate,
You did good! Or
You ruined your life!

Those made you ‘you’ today,
'You' moulded by those choices
and those instant decisions.
Bombarded by reflective moments
of satisfaction, bliss
of regret, remorse.

On and on we travel
on a journey called life,
Slipping and failing,
choosing and rejoicing.
Like a finger on a button
that chooses an answer,
We chart our future path,
hitting a few buttons right
of a zillion choices floating
out there for the taking.

© Nalini Hebbar/openmind/2009 - all rights reserved
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Purba said...

Choices confuse you and not every time do we end up making the right choice.

But I never regret my mistakes, I am what I am because of my mistakes.

Beautifully expressed as usual Nalini :)

Devika Jyothi said...

fail or succeed, life asks us to be in harmony with oneself, nature and others....if the harmony is concordant, life is beautiful, if discordant it isn't so...whatever it all shall pass, as life flows like a river - "You can't jump in the same river twice"

Good poem, Nalini...personally, I believe we live a predestined life,


Devika Jyothi said...

haa! having said that i don't also believe life is anything at all; if past lessons teach me not to love or faith,

I throw those lessons into the sea, (ofcourse that doesn't mean i hold on to past-loves, or people :)


Nalini Hebbar said...

@ Devika...what I see as life is a network of crisscrossing lines that intersect, return and start afresh at times we can never ever anticipate...for it to be predestined would need a force which is able to control and dictate terms to zillions of such events...however big or powerful the force, only magic, if such a thing exists, can do that...and that probability is almost nil.
Thanks for your views...real enjoy a good discussion..:)

Devika Jyothi said...

I appreciate your view Nalini...and the scientific premise of it...start afresh-- i don't think life offers such a choice, except when your life is all about seldom is,

Coming to the magical force of predestiny... I believe such a force exists and call it God - because if I were apply my mind, it would never yield the results I imagine to bring about...try a zillion ways, it won't still...

Leave it to God, and take events as they come, and apply our little knowledge to get through it, good or bad -- I find I am happy about the decision,

We can say its all a mind's play....But I am not one to argue about the extistence or nonexistence of God..its so much a personal matter,

Thank you for the response and letting me know....even I enjoy exchanging views...especially when i find substance :)


anatreek said...

Choices are so confusing, but one thing I have learnt in the past few years is that anything I choose, doesn't matter if its good or bad, teaches me something, and in the process makes my life fuller

zephyr said...

It is important to make the choice. period. Whether or not it is right and wrong only time will tell. Because the most thought choices sometimes make us fall flat as there are so many factors influencing the course of the outcome. Good, thought-provoking poem!

Sowmya said...

Very profound - I liked the imagery of the last stanza particularly..

The concept reminded me a bit of Robert Frost's "the road not taken".


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Anonymous said...

Как говорилось на Мамочки, всем привет. Моему ребенку 2 года и 1 мес. подгузники сняли еще полгода назад, на горшок ходит с 1.5 лет приблизительно... Но вопрос вот в чем. Ваши детки до какого возраста могли описаться в штаны и не попроситься или же описаться во время сна в кровать? Ругали и как за это? Что говорили? Вот мой просится, говорит "ка-ка", приносит горшок и пр. писает, на улице терпит, несем все в дом или же кусты. По-большому буквально каждый день просится, но бывает, что может описаться в штаны. Вот стоит, играет, посмотрю, полилось! И не попросился. Я его отругаю спокойно так, укажу на горшок, но отчего так? Или говорит "ка-ка" а сам в этот момент писает, еле успеваем добежать! Сам штаны не снимает, а пытается письку достать из трусов и стоя писать, но не выходит незамедлительно и мочит штаники. Как его обучить снимать штаники? Я ему рассказываю, но он все точно еще не снимает сам, стягивает, но редко. И может сидеть в кроватке, ко сну готовится и втихаря написать( Потом спим мы ночью в подгузнике в случае в случае если в собственной й кровати и утром подгузник абсолютный! А когда ездили на отдых, то в машине и в отеле он вообще никогда не надевал подгуз, мы их не брали и он ночью не писал! Только утром в 6 и потом еще раза 2 в 7 и в 8! Но он спал с нами в отеле, и я ощущала, как он просыпается! Как у вас

Rajendra Raikwar said...

good one