"Ring-a Ring-a roses,
Pocket full of posies.
Haisha, Huisha.
We all fall down "
Hmmm...dis picturises in me tweeny lil hands reaching out for each other , forming a concentric circle.. trying to move in a round about fashion.. and fallin down in glory as the last line rhymes...yeah, you are into a "all-is-happy-in-my-world" phase of life called childhood... and who doesnt miss it badly... Amidst the mundane corporate deadlines, reportings, meetings, strategy formulation crap things... I realised I lost my childhood... I could no more jump in joy when i get happy...no more yearn for that favourite toffee of mine...no more raise my eyebrows in unison when i got a larger share of cookies than my sister...I had far behind left the child in me. I then realised its hightime I revive it, go back into it and enjoy my childhood... Now, how do we reach to that state of mind... I didnt have any access to a time machine which cud land me back into my kiddo days... neither I have any mysterious powers to go back into time... This thought landed me in troubled waters and I was cursing why I kept on thinkin while walking down the road... then i saw a kid in a school uniform, with that unkept hair.. ruffled shirt... water bottle rounded around the neck... and he was splashing in the muddy water and laughing his heart out...I saw this for a moment and without a thought.. joined the kid in fiddling with the dirty water and splashes... Whoa.. dat was so so fun... I felt like playin there all day long...how frenzy was the feeling...The kid in me and the kid beside me then started to part ways and I noticed my trousers had that "isse chahiye TIDE ki dhulaai kinda look".. but I giggled and went on... Over dinner that evening, I pondered how relaxed I was coz I had put aside all my tensions for a while and I was a kid for sometime that evening... I woke up the next day with something in mind...I had decided to spend 4 hours of my weekends teaching children in an orphanage... the feeling of being amidst children was kicking...Thanx to my colleague R for having convivinced the governing body members of the Orphanage :) It was structured more of a play school kinda...I entered the classroom and I felt as if I was entering my KG 1 classroom at Sacred Heart School, my alma mater, I was awe struck by the sudden shift in my personae...I was among 30 odd five year olds...The twinkle in their eyes showed me innocence, purity, joyful, naughty, kiddish and above all pure love. I felt moist in my eyes... coz I had gone back to my schooldays.. the days of bindaasss-rehne ka... :) In bout 20 mins I was amongst some chirpy-cute -lings...Pooja, Amu (actually Ramu), Icheeta (Ishita), Raghu, Seenu, Jayant, Razia... I spent two hours wid them.. completely engrossed and completely fun-filled...
Pocket full of posies.
Haisha, Huisha.
We all fall down "
Hmmm...dis picturises in me tweeny lil hands reaching out for each other , forming a concentric circle.. trying to move in a round about fashion.. and fallin down in glory as the last line rhymes...yeah, you are into a "all-is-happy-in-my-world" phase of life called childhood... and who doesnt miss it badly... Amidst the mundane corporate deadlines, reportings, meetings, strategy formulation crap things... I realised I lost my childhood... I could no more jump in joy when i get happy...no more yearn for that favourite toffee of mine...no more raise my eyebrows in unison when i got a larger share of cookies than my sister...I had far behind left the child in me. I then realised its hightime I revive it, go back into it and enjoy my childhood... Now, how do we reach to that state of mind... I didnt have any access to a time machine which cud land me back into my kiddo days... neither I have any mysterious powers to go back into time... This thought landed me in troubled waters and I was cursing why I kept on thinkin while walking down the road... then i saw a kid in a school uniform, with that unkept hair.. ruffled shirt... water bottle rounded around the neck... and he was splashing in the muddy water and laughing his heart out...I saw this for a moment and without a thought.. joined the kid in fiddling with the dirty water and splashes... Whoa.. dat was so so fun... I felt like playin there all day long...how frenzy was the feeling...The kid in me and the kid beside me then started to part ways and I noticed my trousers had that "isse chahiye TIDE ki dhulaai kinda look".. but I giggled and went on... Over dinner that evening, I pondered how relaxed I was coz I had put aside all my tensions for a while and I was a kid for sometime that evening... I woke up the next day with something in mind...I had decided to spend 4 hours of my weekends teaching children in an orphanage... the feeling of being amidst children was kicking...Thanx to my colleague R for having convivinced the governing body members of the Orphanage :) It was structured more of a play school kinda...I entered the classroom and I felt as if I was entering my KG 1 classroom at Sacred Heart School, my alma mater, I was awe struck by the sudden shift in my personae...I was among 30 odd five year olds...The twinkle in their eyes showed me innocence, purity, joyful, naughty, kiddish and above all pure love. I felt moist in my eyes... coz I had gone back to my schooldays.. the days of bindaasss-rehne ka... :) In bout 20 mins I was amongst some chirpy-cute -lings...Pooja, Amu (actually Ramu), Icheeta (Ishita), Raghu, Seenu, Jayant, Razia... I spent two hours wid them.. completely engrossed and completely fun-filled...
This is hw i rejuvenate my childhood :) How bout you???
4 comments:
Wonderful childhood thoughts, i ve favorited up! keep exploring ...
But I hate whn people act like dey are superior either coz dey are older, or dey think dey act like dey are older. I think dat people should still be children at heart. Life is more fun dat way!!
Have you ever read The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince)? I think the author wud agree wid a lot of wht u say bout childhood. The author says dat grown ups are too concerned wid numbers and facts, while children are more imaginative, which is better. I think dat dis is true too.
Being emotionally sensitive (being a kid..it figures) doesn’t help, but staying true to yourself and believe in your inner child does.
Now what would be a good next step?
1: to come out with peter pan syndrome, try to explain it, hoping to be understood.. or
2: dont tell (only tell family and friends) and try to blend in?
hmmm.. peter pan wud be apt....
touching thoughts!! as I read your post I was also transported to the same kg-1 classroom od sacred heart school with sister leena and all the kids... you knw wht even when we were in school like in 8th or 9th we used to finish tiffin soon and used to go play with the kids in kg-1 :)
A bunch of games came to my head when I read your post.
There's ring-a-ring-a roses ofcourse. Then there was kho-kho. There was dodgeball. Then there was lagodi and saakhli. I'm not quite sure if i'm spelling them right or if you've even heard of these games, but I remember playing these games quite religiously in school and in our neighbourhood.
Nice post! Brought back a lot of memories. :)
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