An image in my memory

Moments of solitude. Enveloped in silence. There is some sound in the distance. Traffic. Street lights are just turning on. Sun has almost set on the Hong Kong Harbour. Disappearing behind the hills.

It is the most beautiful time of the day for me. Mesmerising. Day transitions into night. Creates magic every where. Colours change. Blue, then Golden and Crimson. Everything visible merges into darkness. One beautiful day has passed us. With its gift of life. Not to come back again. Rare moments which I want to cherish. Capture them in my memory. To replay in future.

It is a unique day. One of its kind.

Why nothing feels beautiful any more?

Recently I visited a history museum. After a long-long time in fact. May be after a decade, at least not since I left college.

There were such beautiful artifacts on display. Old Pottery, Bronze, Gold and Silverware. Each piece looked so unique and beautiful. The designs looked timeless. Though the pottery had lost its glaze with time and the Gold and Silver were no longer glittering. Yet each of the piece was so beautiful.

It made me think.....as usual :)

Gone are the days of customized, personalized products!!!

Today everything is mass made. In good old days each pair of shoe was unique because it was hand made to order. No two pair of shoes would be the same. Clothes were tailored to individual liking and design. Today we pick up most of our clothes from the super markets and stores. House hold items were specially made and so was jewelery; so unique. Everthing was unique. One of its kind.

Today that unique edge is gone. Everything that you buy has many- many duplicates the market. Even when one pays a huge sum of money for a very niche branded product or personal item, rest assured there are thousands of fake look alike of the same item sold all over the world.

Nothing is unique and one of its kind!!!!

And this was my realization.

The old, broken, weathered piece of Pottery I saw in the museum was unique because it was one of its kind. The beautiful Bronze, Silver and Copper ware in the museum was unique because there were no two...three....or tens and thousands of the same mass produced.

Yes, these days nothing really feels beautiful or touches our heart because it has no uniqueness left. Everything is mass produced.

Beauty is about something that is uncommon.....unique.....We have lost beauty in mass production.

Destiny

Places remain where they are. Mostly! People going back to the same place again, the chances are fair. But the 'time' when a person is in a place never comes back.

I might come back to this place again some time in life, the possibility is always there. The place will remain here....at least for a long tine. But this time will never come back again.

This place, me and this time. This trio will never be together....and this is true for every passing second. Every second passes away never to come back. Our invisible companion disappears in eternity never ever to come back.

Death is every second that dies never to come back ever.....and that's how we die....every second of our life.

God's Canvas

God's Canvas. Each stroke of his brush is a master-piece.

I am witnessing a beautiful day today.

A clear Blue sky. Have never seen it clearer than this ever before.

Puffy Grey and White Clouds. Floating aimlessly in the sky. Silly thought crosses my mind. These White Clouds are God's cotton, to cleanse the earth!

Well rounded, not so high Mountains in the distance. Green. It is monsoon. Clouds playing hide & seek with the mountains. Covering the peaks. Sun shine reflecting on the folds and creases of the mountain. Highlighting its lush Green foliage. Trees, Shrubs and grass.

Sun is about to set for the day. Crisp, bright Sun-shine. Surrounding every thing in its Golden glow.

Nearby is an inlet of the Sea. Its waves gentle. The Sea keeps changing color. Blue, Green and sometines Brown. The Sea looks as if sprinked with shimmering Gold dust. Each wave is capped with Gold and Silver.

Pleasant, soft, light breeze gently swaying the plants around in a rythm.

Everything is so perfectly synchronized. The Sky, Clouds, Mountains, Sun, Sea, Breeze. Not a stroke out of place. A master piece.