We are in an infinite hurry. Who is going to wait? Can you imagine the fact that you have a resource which is limited—Time—which gets depleted no matter what you do with it? It will vanish one day even if you wait, so no one is ready to wait. Maybe we are not supposed to wait. Everything is evolving continuously, including the universe, so why wait?

Generally, everything takes time to happen, and we have to wait. So did I, against the race of time. There are these moments in time when you want to wait forever and those where you want to be out before the blink of an eye. I waited for the right job after college. While everyone thought I was not the right fit, someone trusted to wait for me to prove my worth. I waited in queues for the bus, through the traffic, and the rush. I waited for my visa and then at the immigration and for my luggage and for a cab.

If we wait so much, where is this hurry for? We hurry at signals, while eating, or doing something important, but wait for pretty much trivial things. Topsy-turvy. Life like that. Long queues to fill the gas as I moved slowly ahead in the car, one more place to brake again and wait for my turn. I remembered the most important statement: “Wait for me.” Right from school to college to work. First it was for the bus, then for notes and answers, and then for office lunches or parties.

I waited years for computers, cell phones, brands, and food—all these now made available in a jiffy. Color television getting bigger and better, cars, and the list goes on. I think I waited so much that, if possible, I need to relive those years—agreeable but not feasible. I also waited for two pairs of new clothes every year for my birthday and festival. Those were worth the wait, considering the hardship and sacrifices done by my parents. Some waits turned themselves in time to “Don’t wait for me.” A few times to my relief and a few to hurt long after.

Is this wait really worth something? These are time fillers as we need to spend time for the next day to start. As the honk for the car got me back, gas filled, my wait time was over, and I was ready to run. Till the last wait, I will always be in a hurry, thinking about whether this life is worth the wait.