Take Time I once visited a friend of mine who was a senior executive of a multinational company. He had a very elegant and well-appointed office. It was not one of those lavishly furnished eyesores but a simple and very aesthetically designed office. Of course there was this exceedingly glamorous secretary, an area where these multinationals always scored over their Indian counterparts. She distracted me so much that when she asked me who was the person that I was looking for, I was about to say, “You!” But the steely-willed person that I was, I quickly gathered myself and, with as much dignity I could muster as a renowned batsman walking back to the pavilion felled by the very first delivery, I mentioned my friend’s name. Her face brightened considerably when she heard his name thus giving me an uneasy feeling that there could be something there. Suppressing the stabbing pain of jealousy, I meekly followed her as she ushered me into my friend’s cabin. It was an astonishingly simple room but the kind that really took your breath away. As this is not some article on Interior Decoration, I refrain from describing it in detail. I must, however, tell you about one item that was a piece-de- resistance. It was the picture of a man walking through a deep forest with his tiny kid perched on his hip and a Pomeranian trailing him. The caption underneath just read “ Take time”. This is an incident that took place nearly a decade and half back but I still ponder over that picture from time to time. Most of us have lost the art of taking time. We seem to be in some endless hurry in everything we do. We rush through our shower. We rush through our food and drinks. We rush through our reading. We jump through channels on our TV. We skip numbers on our musical albums. We don’t listen to any song in full and of course the disk jockeys don’t play them in full either. We rush through the posts in magazines without imbibing the spirit thereof! We drive at breakneck speed even when our destination is a quiet evening in the beach! We have no time for work and we have no time for our family either. We get irritated when the Prime Minister takes a lot more time to utter the next sentence than his customary ten minutes. We rush and rush and rush. We just don’t seem to realise that the key to our happiness is taking time and enjoying what we do. It is because we have this tendency to rush through everything that we don’t enjoy anything we do. Such mindless rushing also obliterates our goals. We drive six hours to participate in a function and when it extends 5 minutes beyond the listed 20 minutes, we become impatient! Let us stop acting as though we are racing against time. Only when you are on moderate speed that you are able to enjoy the beauty of the scenery around but not when you are racing your car. Take time. In pursuing anything, the goal is more important than the pursuit. In our relentless pursuit of illusive happiness, let us pause for a while and just be happy.