I hear one constant remark every day from someone or the other: “Oh my God. How fast time has gone by.”
When my wife moved from Mumbai to Chennai for the birth of my daughter in 1990, a couple joined me as room partners. They later shifted to another city and we lost track. The couple recently tracked the wedding photo of my daughter on Facebook and the reaction was, “Oh my God. How fast time has gone by.”
My colleague is quitting after 16 years of service. I heard at least three other colleagues telling him, “OMG. How fast…”
Modern technology offers everything at jet speed. Distances have shrunk, snail-mails are dead, bullock carts are showpieces and virtual shopping is the norm.
So much time has been saved in travel and communication.
Yet, we do not get time to smell the roses or admire the beauty of the twinkling stars.
What’s the reason?
Sorry, I do not have time to analyse. If you know the answer or manage to search it on Google, do email me.
And talking about time reminds me of a joke:
A wall clock fell on the ground and the owner yelled, “I hate this clock. It is always slow. Just a minute ago, my mother-in-law was standing under it.”