A person who lives his childhood for his entire life, is the most matured of all…I have a habit of searching and collecting some of the good Environmental Quotes, and the best I have come up with so far is “save earth because it is the only planet where we get chocolates”.
Wow, childhood has always been awesome, not because only then i could eat chocolates where ever I want, not because only then everybody around me took maximum care of me, not because I had least home work, not because my class mates wore the similar uniform, not because i have countless reasons to say… its all because whenever I think of all this, I feel I am the happiest Person in the whole world…
Hey wait, why did I not say “happiest child or happiest man”?? The world wanted (wants) me to grow, dint they know growing old is dangerous?? I don’t know…
Sitting back on the chair, scratching my beard and looking back... I can see that things have changed, but the way they happen haven’t.
My mom used to run around me with the tinniest bowl with half filled food, making crows sing and cows drum to that song, just to make me eat one more spoon. But now with different varieties waiting on that huge dinning table everyday, waiting to be heated up whenever I am ready has changed the food, but my mom’s wait, the affection and care has never changed.
When I grew up a little more, my younger brother became the favorite of all those who celebrated me till then, the fights and plays (the cricket bat had a prominent role in both the actions), the quarrels, the possessions and the things we did were same. But now taking different paths, becoming BIGGER, things we have in common has changed, but the support and the feeling of MY BROTHER has not.
When I grew a little more, when I started to go out with friends, I used to sneak out my dad’s watch and shoes when I go out, but now the watch and shoes has become car and credit card, but the sneaking out and getting caught later hasn’t changed. Recently when my dad and I were out, we had to cross the road, my dad caught hold of my finger tightly and said “careful careful” only then I realized its been very long since we crossed the road together. Me blindly following what my dad has changed. But the love, support, supervision and MY HERO has not changed.
Friends: the people whom I used to meet daily and at the same place discussing everything from the cricket match’s first ball to the last ball, everything from the way I bet my brother in the previous night fight… sharing a lot more than pen, pencil and few lunch boxes... giving them a huge “bye BYEEEEE” every day, knowing that we are gonna meet at the same place within 24hrs. But now living together at different parts of the world, doing different things, I meet them at face book, knowing what they do from their status messages, not having much difficulty in counting how many common friends we have, putting photos everyday and waiting to hear their voice. Things have changed, but the friendship, the shoulder on which I cried and the souls which I loved, hasn’t changed.
Report cards have become mark sheets and reports, but the marks, NEVER change…
Schools have become universities, but the way we studied, NEVER change…
Teachers have become bosses, but the way we imitate them, NEVER change…
The past of being a child continues, it’s in our hands whether we use the Past Continuous to indicate a stronger action AT THE PRESENT.
Revisiting those childhood days is bliss, but living the same way is LIFE. I LIVE.
