Time!

"Ek baar waqt se, lamha gira kahin,(2),

wahan daastaan mili, lamha kahin nahi....", so sang Kishore Kumar, for Amol Palekar in Golmaal. 

I've heard this song many many times and this line always touches something in me every single time. The idea contained in these lines seems so simple when you first hear them, but is so profound. The idea of time being fluid, the analogy of moments of time to drops of water is so beautiful that every time I hear these words, I imagine a sparkling fluid diamond physically dropping and vanishing into nothingness, leaving but a trace, a memory of it ever having been...

What is time? Time is relative, time is fluid, time is elastic, time is everything and yet, time is nothing. We can't even define time yet. We have no way of measuring time absolutely. We ca't measure time in the absence of something to measure it against/ We can take length and say something is longer than something else, but can we honestly and correctly estimate time? It is not a physical dimension of matter that we can see, touch, feel, hear or indeed sense in anyway. In the absence of external stimuli or influences, for the lack of a better word, it is impossible to tell time. Sometimes it speeds by, leaving you wondering where it went, sometimes it drags on, leaving is wondering when it will pass.

Going off on a tangent... Is time really the fourth dimension?  Does time have its own dimensions like space does? Can you really travel along time like we do in space? Do we really want to? Other than for the express purpose of seeing if we can?

Going off on another tangent... Assuming reincarnation and parallel universes exist... If you can be reborn anywhere, as anything, at anytime, isn't it possible that you can be reborn in the past in your next life??

Coming back to what prompted this post, what are moments? Is it a duration of time that is universally defined?(NOT scientifically speaking). We define our lives by the moments that make it, by the moments that impacted s, by the moments that we remember. Some of these can actually be seconds, days, weeks or even years long. This ambiguity of time is what fascinates me most about it.

Is time only in our minds? Our mind is capable of moulding time to anything it wants... (subconsciously of course). We can spend an eternity lost in thought, and yet return to find that just a fraction of a second has passed, and yet in the blink of an eye, lose days...

Is time real? is the mind real? Or did Dumbledore say it right when he told Harry "Of course it is happening inside yor head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

Devika