Face (te) of the stamps

There is a hair-thin line between virtues and vice.

There is a little space between goodness and badness. And, in between lies a lot of butter. Yes, butter. And that’s where our life is…in the slipperiest butter- bordered by slippery paths. We keep slipping every moment, sliding day and night, slithering years and decades. And enter the territories of Rightness and Wrongness irrespective of our willingness, consent or force. It is all just by chance.  Territory where you find yourself landed up finally, with or without intentions, is probably named as your destiny.

And this is how you judge each other, and love to blame it on situations. Slide

Your whole life is encapsulated around two parts of the truths- the Right and the Wrong (as we like to name them).

Each time you slip into any territory, you come out with a stamp, just like your passport. You get your face labeled with the terrain you travelled- you did right or you did wrong.

Ultimately, we all are travelers. Wanderers. We are made to travel, see places, get labeled and be known with that. No matter how strong willed you are, you will, travel to unknown zones with unplanned events and meet the people who will change your beliefs.

We travel in mysterious ways, with white flags of our principles, coloring them temporarily with seasoned flowers and then washing them off in the seasonal rains of the neighboring territory, only to prepare ourselves to get colored again.

How short lived are our principles… and still how rigid we are in our conduct.

How useless are our doubts and how petty are our judgment criterions. 

What a temporary life we live!

YOUR life could be contained on the back of a revenue stamp" was Khushwant Singh’s cynical remark about the autobiography Amrita Pritam was planning to write.