The Hands and the Strand

There’s a pithy saying “you can’t clap using one hand”. And so true it is everywhere, no matter how much you try, it is next to impossible to clap using one hand. Then why then at some circumstances, we try to play solo to bail a particular strand of bonding? Why does it become so hard to accept that you just have to stop trying and why does it become so hard to realize that you have tried too much?

The sole reason may be attributed to the fact that the beads in the strand were beaded slowly and delicately with lots of careful effort, they all were brought from some nowhere land and beaded together to form a chain which, at first, seemed long lasting. Each of these beads bear some inexplicable elements indented in them, which only the two clapping hands understand or perhaps tend to do.

But think of a situation where when one hand is trying to create the strand, put the beads into it and the other, is just watching it do? Won’t the strand collapse and the beads come out through the other end of the strand? Now lets take the scenario a bit further. The other hand wants to join in, give support to the other end of the strand, but it is weak, it is scared that it might collapse with the bead if it tries to lend support to the other end. Fair enough. But does that mean it shouldn’t give a try at all?

From the very beginning, it has been conveyed to the world that it lives on the essence of hope. Hope is what keeps every universal entity going. We just can’t stop trying because in some cases we will fail. We just cant stop loving because someday we are going to be betrayed. We just cant stop believing because someday the faith will be annihilated. We just cant stop living because someday we are going to die. Then why do we stop beading when the beads are already showing signs of a budding, shining and very promising existence on the strand?

Is it just because we are scared that the beads will never hold together? If it is, then it is a very shameful thing, we never gave it a chance, we have no right to comment on how good or bad it could have been. We talk about being unconditional in some matters of beading (you could read it as bonding as well) but practicalities highly deny that fact. We bead because the support on the other side seems just too enticing, just too lovely. Now some may not agree to that, but I am hell ready to debate on the issue. We want something because we like it, when it goes away from us, it hurts. But unconditional things don’t hurt, they give us that very wonderful dreamy feeling irrespective of how close or how far it is from us.

Anyway, the right hand is too tired of holding on to one side of the strand, the strand is already in tatters, the beads are still on it, threatening to be torn apart with even a small hush of wind. The other hand, understandably has been in very adverse situations, living amidst unforeseen forces, has never tried holding on the other side, never tried to give the support, it has just been a mere spectator, looking and acknowledging the strand being made, never has it given any sign or at all made any effort, to hold it together, if not tried to cause any harm to it. Never has it seemed interested that if it wants the strand at all. It has just been there, and now it comes out with the fact that the strands are so battered, its better they let the beads collapse, move on and someday come up with some other strand.

That puts the right hand in a funny situation. It made the strand, piled up the beads, did all that it could to hold them together and then waited for the left hand to take over. So Now what? Now that the left hand has pulled out, what should the right hand do? Even if it keeps the strand hanging, it would hardly ever survive. The worst part will be that it wouldn’t even get to know that if things had went fine, then would the two hands clapped? It all stays a big mystery to it. Too long has it tried, its time to give up. The claps would never occur, its time to accept that, the later it does, the more the hand gets hurt.

Signing Off
The Right Hand

The Network

So the network which was swaying like a piece of dry leaf in the air, desperately trying to find the receiver, trying to make some communication, seems to be failing. It seems like there’s the Doppler effect. With every passing second, the source is madly going farther off from the observer. The frequency of the waves have started dying down, they have started propagating in a different direction, the kind the observer would rather not like to receive. A few months have sustained to make the distance seem magnified by few light years.

But it wasn’t like that then. It was good. It seemed that the network was weak, the signal was poor, but I doubt if it ever was. It was probably the strongest matching of frequencies, the crests thoroughly reigning over the troughs, it was resonance at several intervals, though not clearly evident, but it definitely was. Why then everything got modulated?

Well, it all stays a mystery. It always will, unless the carrier waves enable the original signal to propagate in the reverse direction. And it would take time. Light year indeed is some distance to cover. The observer still believes that the source has a slight bias towards it, may be some fine day, it would have never wanted to go so far apart, may be someday not just the network would have sufficed to connect strongly, but rather there would have been a consensus among them that it always had been that strong, may be someday the proximity would have been too high, but “may be”s are again a probabilistic possibility.

Sometimes I wonder was the time taken justified? And then I get the feeling it was it was just the optimum I waited. It was just the optimum I revealed. It was just the perfect amount I displayed. It was the best I did or could have done or should have done. But the apprehension of being left alone as a mere observer looking at the horizon aimlessly at the source scares me. However I am aware and have very well accepted the fact that there live so many observers in there and the source could always deserve better.

Understandings and no-understandings are acceptable in life, they make your life, but misunderstandings break it, they make the source-observer pair incapable of standing together, to their dismay, destroying all the understanding they ever had. So it is better to let go before getting into a situation where it becomes too hard to accept that it was never there, never could have been, though it should have been and if it would have and if by the quirk of fate, it would ever be, then it will paint magic into life, even then it would take time, wont it? The source and the observer are still miles away, gravitational pull has lost all hope, will the heart be able to generate a “cardiological” pull strong enough to counter the nature’s forces? That remains a question and the answer stays hidden in the mystery that how well the networks ever got connected.

Signing off
A.M.