Ctrl + z

There are times when “shit” happens. Sometimes it is a small “shit” that escapes between clenched teeth and more often it is a “shit” resembling an open-mouthed guffaw accompanied by a rumble in the guts. It is followed by general sense of helplessness with a sincere wish- “I wish I could just undo that!”

Instances are many. Sometimes you bite your tongue simultaneously wishing you hadn’t said what you just said. “Oops”- a sheepish acknowledgement to a silly release finds its place here. But no amount of apology would work here. The harm is done. The tongue, a sword, has claimed a wound. If only it could be undone! Just a concurrent feather touch on ctrl and z, lo and behold, you have nothing to worry about!

Failed examinations, tiffs with loved ones, broken ties, shorn hair, sambar spilt on shirt just before a presentation- ctrl + z. Poof! It’s undone.

Naah, not to happen. Ever. Not unless man’s desire to create the time machine comes true. I think the origin of my current state of mind can be rooted back to the Bhagwad Gita (Gita saar, for the colloquially informed). I believe it says something on the same lines as ‘one must accept the consequences for one’s actions- be them good or bad.’

It just can’t be undone like in the sci-fi films.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

I wonder what’s with the new philosophical tryst in my style of writing. “Accept it, you are a big bore, Hari!”