Never let the child in you die

After reading varu’s blog, a thought just struck my mind, “Even I have a blog profile.. wat on earth happened to that??”

After minutes of pondering on my profile name I finally remembered wat it was. Wat a stupid and kiddish name. A slogan that I had come up with in my ninth std. summer vacation when I was suddenly bombarded with hell lot of tuition classes and much more pressure of scoring high. God!!! Wat a rebel I was that time. The poster area above my study table was so full not with trigonometry charts but with anti study thoughts, slogans made deliberately against parents, drawings on so called “child shoshan”. I was just like. But life was so simple that time. No client deliveries to make you uneasy, no conf calls to knock your head off.

Good old days. All those play times in the evening, sitting on the compound walls of the building and yapping with friends for hours, checking out all the boys from head to toe, hush hush giggles when they pass by, stealing mangoes and ber from the neighbors apartment during summers, those unforgettable sessions of books covering during the end of summer vacations, quietly sneaking out with my brothers bicycle and going on long rides with friends, the dubba parties on the terrace that later on was tailored to a sophisticated high class Get Together, sneaking out to an under construction building and getting horrible punished for the same, cursing the uncle who leaked out the information to dad and then punishing him in whatever way possible by tampering with his vehicle, ringing his doorbell and running away, never listen to wat mom says, always on watch and never missing out a single opportunity to get my bro scolded and then fighting with him and play the famous blame game. Gosh!!!!! So many thing that I even forgot about.(but will be surely reminded of when my friends post comments on this article J)

Then came the college days…my first encounter with boys (did I mention I was in a gals school??). The first interaction was when the entire class was punished for something I don’t remember now (something real stupid I know….. post needed here too….). Then began the wonderful series of my life called “proposals”. Me having crushes on guys. But then wrong guys having crushes on me. I remember this one time somewhere around the end of twelfth std where everybody in the group had crush on someone or the other. Long love chains being formed just like the one in the song called………… by Kailash Kher.

The Engineering college was fun too. The first day in a graduation college, the horrible dress code for freshers, the ragging, then slowly getting to know the seniors, enjoying classes in the canteen, the sport weeks, the installation of the years students council, the college annual functions, the technical events, staying back late in college for the organization of events, the open air theaters, dancing sessions, fights between the hostelites and localits.



Now when I look back I cannot stop laughing. And as they say “when you think of the past and laugh on yourself, you know you’ve outgrown the age of being a child”.

These last few months were really very strange for me. Everybody suddenly were expecting too much out of me. You should stop all your masti now, its high time you get formal, now that you have started working, learn to be moderate in whatever you do ( otherwise m known to be an extremist), be professional. To the point that this rakhi my brother got me a totally so called formal and professional watch (the truth is… there was a discount on the Titan range of Raga…. J) which was accompanied with a long sermon about how I have to change now, that in a few days from now I’ll be having a family to raise and I cant continue to be the same old me who doesn’t even brush her teeth daily.( I do now….. though after my bath…. But regularly I do).

This whole thing about being formal is way beyond the scope of my thoughts. Who says one has to be very serious and sophisticated all the time. We should just let our mind and soul free. Lets do whatever we want to, whenever we want to and the way we want to. According to a Marathi film “Ek Anaud Diwas” (A Different Day), if we live one complete day setting our minds and hearts free once a month, we increase our life span at least by ten years. They why not do it always? Why only once a month?

I try to practice this as much as possible in my life. And whosoever is reading the blog knows the result of it.

Funny observation: Even the most “formal” watch gifted by my big B (which has three golden stripes on either sides of the dial) has two stripes which are not straight. Wat I inferred from this was, you don’t always have to do wat is expected. According to the book called Games People Play by Eric Berne, every human being has a parent a child and an adult in him. The adult always tries to dominate the child and in most of the cases it wins. Set the child in you free. Let the child in you dominate for some time. Do the unexpected and you’ll see the magik…..keep rocking!!!!!