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New Year


Neither the sun nor the earth has a calendar. Time is an eternal flow. A circular flow. We make calendars and mark days and years. The circle turns linear and we perceive progress, progressive motion.  Calendars make linear what is in fact circular.

In the linear world runs history replacing monarchs with democrats and savagery with civilisation. But the earth can only make circular motions. Are we caught in a vicious circle?

The calendar can straighten out the circle. That's why the new year day matters. It offers hopes. It throws challenges.

All creation is a stepping out from a circle.

This new year fills me with a craving: my country should step out of some worn out circles and move forward. Circular motions in history don't bring progress.

I hope, I dream.

Happy New Year. 

Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 1, 2015 at 10:29 AM

    Found your post both lyrical and sad. Sad because of the Antiquity of Sadness, the ebb and flow of the grim tides of History. And lyrical because of the possibilities of Conscious Evolution. Of Man. Of Nations. Of India.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 1, 2015 at 12:36 PM

      True, Venkatesh, I had mixed feelings in the new year morning. Sadness and hope.

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  2. roopzJanuary 1, 2015 at 11:45 AM

    I too dream the same. Days where females can walk out freely...
    Do visit my blog once in a while as my resolution for the year 2015 is to update my blog regularly.

    Regards
    Village Girl

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 1, 2015 at 12:47 PM

      Nice to see you here, Roopa. May your dream come true.

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  3. KalpanaJanuary 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM

    Happy New Year Matheikal. I agree with you - the hope that things will change, for the better, is something we feel every New Year - despite everything. Shows how resilient human beings are.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 2, 2015 at 8:12 AM

      I reciprocate your new year greeting. Let's hope for better days.

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  4. UppalJanuary 1, 2015 at 5:52 PM

    Food for pondering! Best wishes for 2015!!

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  5. UnknownJanuary 1, 2015 at 6:23 PM

    Happy New Year, Sir :)

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  6. UnknownJanuary 1, 2015 at 6:26 PM


    The calendar can straighten out the circle. That's why the new year day matters. It offers hopes. - Amazing lines. Wish you a wonderful 2015

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 2, 2015 at 8:21 AM

      Sometimes I think progress is like the circular motion of mill bulls of bygone days. There is some output but no displacement. ... Wish you too a glorious year ahead

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  7. Roohi BhatnagarJanuary 1, 2015 at 6:30 PM

    Happy New Year, Matheikal.

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  8. RajeshJanuary 1, 2015 at 7:17 PM

    Wish you and your family Very Happy New year 2015.

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  9. D.NambiarJanuary 1, 2015 at 7:24 PM

    Happy New year to you too.

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  10. Amrita SabatJanuary 2, 2015 at 12:42 PM

    Such nice thoughts to ring in the new year! Even I hope our country goes ahead faster on path of progress...may our leaders, administrators, companies, institutions all work sincerely, effectively! Happy New Year to you too!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 2, 2015 at 10:09 PM

      I share your dreams and hopes, Amrita. And wish you a new year which will materialise your dreams as well as mine.

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  11. ekta khetanJanuary 2, 2015 at 12:42 PM

    Beautifully written post, Truly. Here's adding more power and force to our country to move ahead, breaking dull circles!

    Do participate in the Melbourne contest on my blog www.numerounity.com. Simple contest to win gift voucher! See ya there:)

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  12. AditiJanuary 2, 2015 at 5:24 PM

    Liked reading your post Matheikal. May your hopes and dream come true . :)

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