Whose Time Has Come

Why did A happen ? Why did B not happen ? Did I have a role to play in any of the events that took place in my life ?

I really do not know.

So many times I have trusted people who know-it-all, they go around telling you all the variables in a certain situation, what can go wrong, what can go right, what just cannot happen in a certain situation and what WILL happen now. They say they know all that because they have experience in the said situation - and I laugh.

Even after staying for ever so long on this earth, why don’t people realize one basic fact : Wohi hota hai jo manzoor-e-khuda hota hai.

Sometimes history repeats. And sometimes, history gets created.

No matter how much we know, or what we have heard, or how many corners we may have tucked, there is always some bigger game going on. Something that is all-powerful, a quiet wave that starts gently at first and then gains momentum till it become s a deafening roar which sweeps our pre-conceived notions away.

It stands proud, the moment whose time has come. The fact. Not our fear. Not our hope. Just the truth. Devoid of all emotions. The happening. The will of a power that rules this universe.

And the sooner the truth is accepted, the lesser we suffer. We suffer when we anticipate failure, and we suffer when we refuse to accept the past. Suffering is only in the mind. The mind nurtures suffering like an incubator – if you remove suffering from the mind, it cannot exist.

Still, why do we go around saying, thinking and speculating “Will this happen ? Will that happen ? Why did this happen to me ? Why not to others ?”

Now when I look back at my life I am filled with an odd sense of peace. Whatever happened, just had to happen. It was as sure a shot, as was my existence on this earth. If I happened to be born, then just as surely, this also had to happen, whether I like it or not. It’s me.

Every event in my life happened because 18th June,1970, 8.55 PM happened. That was the moment I was born. And that was the moment when all the future moments in my life were born too. They define me. Black or white, they are beautiful.

I have forgiven the people that I had perceived to have hurt me. I feel that those people were used by the universe to fulfill my destiny. They were just pawns in the hands of that unseen force. I had to be hurt - because I had to grow, I had to evolve. They came in my life for that purpose, and now they are gone, because I have learnt the lesson that their hurt had to give me. Had I not learnt it well, they or someone like them would have persisted in my life till I had learnt it all. The main players here are me and my destiny, not those people.

No person could have given me anything. No person has yet given me a thing. Similarly, no one could have taken away what was, and is rightly mine.

In the end, what was mine, is mine. All mine. The rest was an illusion, a midsummer night dream. It actually does not matter. It is not real.