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Time: The Wonder, That is!

Carl Sandburg, the poet, writer and editor, who won three Pulitzer Prizes had once said that: Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only YOU can determine how it will be spent. It is interesting to note that everyday our bank of life is credited with an amount of 86, 400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Next day morning, it deletes whatever part of the balance we have failed to use during the day. If we don’t use the full amount of 86, 400, it’s our loss. No matter how hard we try, this loss can never be compensated. This is applicable each one of us living on this good earth. The Wise, however, draw each pie and spend it. Now, you must be wondering, what is this 86,400 that each one of us is credited just for twenty four hours!

Well, each one of us has such a “bank”.  Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Next day morning, it writes off, as lost, whatever of this we have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. And exactly after twenty fours next day morning it burns the rests which has remained unspent. If we fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is ours. Now one would understand why time is so important. It is equal for the monarch as well as beggar, for you and me. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow.” We must live in the Present… on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in terms of health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. We must make the most of today. Let’s us go a little further in to it.

To realize what it is really worth. To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade, to realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby, to realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper, to realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask those who are in waiting to meet, to realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed the train, to realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident, and to realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics instead of a gold. Time is precious, a treasure which is incredibly scarce. Exquisite and Priceless.  We have to treasure every moment that we have! Only to be shared with something or someone special, special enough to spend our time.  And remember that time waits for no one.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, yet to unfold, today is a gift, this moment, that’s why it’s called the Present!!  Now here. Or nowhere. The choice lies with us, to spend it wisely, to plan it so that it gives us the best output. We must prepare a modus operandi to strategically work out a plan which will help us. And this is what is known as the ‘Time Management.’

 

About the author

Biswajit Mishra

The year was 1962. Politically a very important year for India. As well as for the war that took place between China and India, in which India had a surrogated defeat. Many events had followed that year quickly one after another. Every incident that followed had some significance in one way or other. India’s economy was pushed back to a few decades. It was probably the biggest blunder of a decision after the decision of partition that took place in the year 1947 when India gained its freedom on the midnight of 15 August 1947. Destiny does not work according to one’s requirement. It works on its own principles whether you accept it or not. And it leads. It is the sum total of all the actions of a human being for many lives. The year 1962 has much other significance too. India lost the war with China but Daman and Diu, the last foreign-occupied territory of India, was integrated into India. This was the year when Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru was elected de facto Prime Minister of India. Thus it was a year of learning and teaching lessons.

In such a year of diversified occurrences of turbulence and achievement, I was born on Savitri Amabasya i.e. on the New moon day named after a pious lady called Savitri. Those who are acquainted with Indian spirituality or those who follow Indian tradition would know about Savitri Mahakavya, a very famous and a legendary epic poem which remain unfinished with 24,000 lines by Shri Aurobindo, an Indian philosopher, yogi, guru, poet, a nationalist and a spiritual reformer.

In any case, till today, the Savitri Amavasya is considered a very pious day for the women of India and they perform a specific puja (worship) with deep austerity for the sake of their husbands. In any case, the birth was not normal. The Medical Science had not developed much in India during the early 60’s and I was told that I took a long time to come out from my mother’s womb (an 11month child, they say). In any case, both I and my mother survived and I was born a healthy child.

My first remembrance of myself is very unconventional. I remember a question that bothered me from my early childhood. I always thought I have a father who is responsible for my birth, and my father has also a father who is responsible for his birth. So forth so on. Then who was the father of the first person who took birth on this earth? And who created the earth? If it was God, then who created God? Then something will start rolling inside me, making me restless. I remember I must be about 5 years old. It normally happened in the evenings after I come back home from the playground. I must be studying in 1st or 2nd grade.

Now when I look back, I think, the query must have started long back… may be from many lives of the past… nobody knows… nobody will ever know… the episodes which started in the early childhood… stopped suddenly, I don’t remember when. It was good. Because whenever that question came I was so much disturbed that I thought I would go crazy. I had completely forgotten about that for many years until I was about 25 when it came back to me again in completely different circumstances. To know that we have to go a few years back when I was 10 or 12 years old. That was the time when I was introduced to Swami Vivekananda. I was in school and we were given 10 paise for pocket expenses. 10 paisa was a big amount back then, I used to have to have good snacks with the money. One day while passing through a small roadside bookshop I saw a book Titled: “Thus Spake Vivekananda”. The photo on the front page attracted me a lot. And coincidentally the cost of the book was 10 paisa! I bought the book by skipping my snack. It was a very interesting book. That was my first book apart from study lessons. With the passage of time, I found many other titles like, “Thus Spake Shri Ramakrishna” “Thus Spake Shri Krishna” and similar ones. Those short books were very interesting for me, and I read almost every single book available in that series. And thus without my knowing, I had put my first step into the world of spirituality.

To be continued…

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