KWALITY TIME

I am obsessed now a days by the concept of TIME .which is eating me inside out. Is it because TIME is running out of me or from me or is it trying to engulf me in to its timeless cavern?They say man is born and dying every second ,but I cannot comprehend the idea. But when Death [TIME ] stares at me may be from the moment of my birth and follows me like my shadow through my youth ,I am not aware of its presence ,but once the middle ages are conquered and when you start relaxing and start looking back then you are vaguely aware or have a sense of suspicion which starts growing that you can actually perceive IT smiling at you and the FEAR factor takes over .One day will come when IT confronts you directly face to face laughing or howling and may ask you ‘ are you ready? “,then –then only you start begging-“ no,not now , please give me some more time” For what ?,IT asks . I want to have some real QUALITY TIME with my near ones ,please one last time ,I had never had enough of them.”HADN’T I ALREADY GIVEN YOU 60 FULL YEARS”,it retorts angrily.”Yes” I reply I had been with them for the 60 yrs you favoured ,but couldn’t give them or enjoy what you call QUALITY TIME .Nobody , not my parents or teachers or friends.had given me an inkling about this aspect of TIME and only lately have I realized its importance and now it is too late .
“ Sankar “,I call my little one, intending to have some quality time [,hence forth since I will be repeatedly using this word ,I shall compress it to Q.T hereafter,] and he replies “father ,I am watching “’kandukonden’ the movie in the cable for the n’th time ,so leave me out and runs off saying best of luck .I can’t blame him ,since so was I at his prime of teen age flying hither and thither in search of fun for my senses which was beginning to awaken to the heights .
Q.T can be conceived as that part of time which we have spend or enjoyed or suffered which we will remember after some time as time well spend or worthy of being expended and the mind savours those precious moments and cannot be erased by time itself .It may be a chat with your father or mum regarding your desires and apprehensions regarding your job or hearing from him about his principles or desires or expectations which you may not agree or accept but had given the privilege of having given EARS to the old ones and some of your Q.T which may also be q.t. for them as well and at other times you may have to regret for not giving or taking Q.T from them since Time might have already consumed them and your millions of dollars or your position will not be able to buy you that time.It might also be some silent moments with your loved one on a beach or a pleasurable silly argument with your friend that you may reliesh in the distant future or a concert or an enlightening oration ,even enjoying the smell and the sounds of the mother nature during the monsoon with a novel in your hand in the bed along with the pathos of Mukesh in the back ground with a steaming cup of chai in front.
What ever said and done the ultimate Q.T. lies in those cheerfull gallattas of your toddling children in the dining table or court yard , watching them as they grow and outgrow you .Sitting idly in the terrace with your old wife those eyes conveying thousands of thoughts through a single glance can also be added to your definition of Q.T . In short you can add to this many other moments which may sound silly to many but may mean a lot to you .
In my maddening race to accumulate power and money I have ignored Q.T. but yet had unknowingly acquired some and though time is running out I shall like to be after q.t .,hence forth squeezing years out of seconds of Quality time and when it is time to call it a day I can proudly challenge Father time and taking his hands can disappear in to ETERNITY with a beaming smile .