The Inter-Ocular Traumatic Test

Nothing is provable; it is all in the area of possibility. Still, we all; sparing the nonsense kids, try our level best to mesmerize the others by depicting our pictures as “the busiest person of the world”. Of course, needless to say that it is the common and the most happening concept which is being exercised, mostly, by the working class to justify the existence of their mythical world. The parameter of the charismatic effect of a persona depends how busy he or she is. If you are “busy” you are interesting, if not, you are a ghetto.

The true egalitarian concept seems valid when all enjoy the same 24 hrs of time.No feudal or scribed powers are allowed to add a bit more. The moaning – “too busy to even breathe” or “you have no idea how busy I am” etc. are nothing but an aspiration axis to become a role model of the society. But it falls flat when the productivity of their packed schedules are being counted.

This, indeed, starts to show the harsh and naked fact that their packed schedules are shields behind which cower deeply stressed individuals unwilling to face up to the awful reality. If their relationship to time has become painful it is because they are untrue to themselves, about who they are meant to be and what they are actually meant to serve. But, the problem arises when the question of “becoming the hotshot who can give you anything but time” stands firmly on the way.

Underline an important fact how profiles of extra ordinary achievers lay stress on how busy the subjects are, seven-days a week. It is entailed as an enviable sign of brilliance rather than as a hint of skewed and potentially unhealthy lifestyle. To be too busy to play your role in the society summarily gives an awful reality of ‘role- conflict’. Those, who are always on the run never meet anyone anymore – not even to themselves! Overall, the cosmic powers have endowed many roles to play in one’s life. The set of each one’s role logically fits with his/her whole tenure of life. Then, why to indulge in a hue and cry of portraying oneself as ‘the busiest person of the world’ remains a mystery. If it is an illusion then it is fine but if not then what else.What are we really starving for through this facet – An overburdened and stressed family, mundane professional life or torn off list of friends?

Thus, the question here comes is – should the marathon runners be felt envy of their hotshot place in the society or they ought to be held responsible for the break-up of their romance with the time? It is obvious that rather than aspiring to be like them, wisdom lies in offering our compassion to these veterans of weary treadmills to nowhere.