Old order changeth
Lord Tennyson had written “The old order changeth yielding place to new...” and as is the nature of that beast called ‘change’, it is the only thing that is constant. So on the last day of October (which always does coincide with Halloween), the ‘trick or treat’ started fairly early in the day; my morning fix of the orange masthead broke my reverie as one saw The Daily Mood silently screaming ‘Good morning and goodbye’ and one thought it was a ‘trick’.
The swan song of the editor, fellow columnist and friend brought back memories of a nine-year-long journey that we traversed together across the land of ink and paper, where orange became the new black…memories of October 2009 flooded through the valley of nostalgia as one recollected the first column of the Trivial Travails, where one had written about d’Artagnan joining the band of the Three Muscateers (Athos, Portos and Aramis), and this trivial column would certainly have not seen the light of day if it wasn’t for her.
214 columns later, one can only say that this journey was possible because of her unstinted support - the editor who allowed TT to take on the shape that it has taken, despite the numerous critics who kept questioning her ‘mad decision’ to continue her support to a column, that they thought no one read as it was not really worth reading because it did not meet their standards.
Am often reminded of Atlas Shrugged in which Ayn Rand exhorts: “A morality that dares to tell you to find happiness in the renunciation of your happiness - to value the failure of your values - is an insolent negation of morality…it is only the metaphysics of a leech that would cling to the idea of a universe where a zero is a standard of identification.”
So thank you my dear friend for not “surrendering your power to perceive and not accepting the switch of your standard from the objective to the collective and wait for mankind to tell you what to think”. And thank you for your faith and belief that we could ‘walk the talk’ and am grateful to you for not losing “your knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads”.
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all...the world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.”
As Tolkien said, “May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.” And to quote the famous dialogue from the Bollywood movie DDLJ Ja Simran ja, jee le apni zindagi which for the uninitiated means, “Go Mo go…and live your life.”
As ‘the old order changeth’, the winds are changing too in the penultimate month of the year…and
suddenly November has ushered in respite from the stifling heat and it is Omar Khayyam’s ‘Paradise enow’ and Emperor Jehangir’s gar firdaus bar-rue zamin ast (if there is Paradise on earth) once more. Muscat is getting ready to be transformed into the beautiful bedecked bride; what with Diwali (the festival of lights) being celebrated tomorrow and Oman’s National Day on November 18. My cup runneth over! And before I sign off, a few random thoughts:
Do you know that I can’t pull the wool over most people’s eyes without pulling their legs?
Do you know that some people are so hypocritical that they don’t like others being hypocritical?
Do you know that because the meaning of opaque is unclear to me, to make things absolutely clear, I need to wear my glasses constantly? Till next fortnight…Happy Diwali! May we continue to celebrate the victory of light over darkness, good over evil and knowledge over ignorance!