Wednesday, November 15, 2017

clocks of time

Einstein who gave us the theory of relativity when once asked "what is time" had replied "time is what clock measures". seemingly simple, this was a profound reply.

another definition of time suggests that time flows because things change or move relative to something or everything. if nothing moves or changes, time would be impossible to be measured.

time therefore is measurement of change against some scale.

an illusion further compounded and muddled by changes inside us.

we have grown and changed a lot since our birth. and how did we measure our "time" age? in years made of specific months made of certain numbers of days on the basis of some cycles disturbed by intermittent "adjustments" and "creeping unforeseen discrepancies"

how interesting that while cycles make us believe and suggest the illusion that the "same" time is repeating/revisiting/recurring again and again the fact is that "if time is measurement of change" we have come and gone very far from any" point of time.

seemingly similar times on cyclic notional calenders are just that.... similar but far from same. at best beautiful excuse to revisit what we don't want to let go.

the essence lies, therefore, in celebrating the essence of the event rather than its exactness.

all calenders are clocks differently engineered by brilliant minds of original thinking societies of independent cultures.

all clocks must be preserved, respected, enjoyed and explored.

Prof Saab's post is very provocative indeed.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

bag pack

(self talk) :
punjabi (or for that matter any mother tongue or native language) is, for the children of that soil, a bag pack, a guide map, binoculars, a pair of hunting shoes, a torch, a blank diary, a victorinox and a prayer.....to go out and explore the world.

mother tongue or native language is not a fence to keep us restricted and least so a squeezing one to push us back and deep inside.

punjabi (or any other language) is just a password for an entire culture, history and contours of life. and the beauty is that it opens both ways.