We humans are definitely a strange lot. Right from the time we are toddlers, we are encouraged to grow and learn new things. Once you learn to crawl, walking becomes the next step. From then, you learn to run around creating havoc all around. Soon, it is time for your first day of school. Before you know it, you are a part of a group. You make friends, you learn to laugh and cry. Soon it is time to move on to the higher grades where you get tougher competition.
You have hit your teens. You hav been waiting to get here!!! Something in you urges you to be a part of the so called 'cool gang'. Somehow or the other you feel like you are where you finally belong. Then the time comes for you to say bye bye to school life. Its College time!!! The day you get to shed your school uniforms and go to college. Which was what you wanted way back in school. Now that you are in college, you find out that bunking classes and hanging out with friends is so much more fun !!! You may fall in love, have your heart broken (though not necessarily in that order!!). Some of us may even find our soulmates by that time.
The day has come to leave college and enter into a corporate world. Where you have to survive a cut throat competition in order to survive. Soon you are running a rat race. In the meanwhile, you get married, have kids. By the time you are comfortably settled, you would be well past your middle age!!! Soon the day which you have been waiting for finally arrives - "Retirement".
Its time to get your children settled, marry them off. You are now in what is known as old age. Yeah, you are a grandparent now with nothing much to do. You could be victim of some or many old age problems and diseases. Ur passion for life slowly dies.
In the end, we find ourselves wistfully thinking if only we could turn back the hands of time. If only we were back in our childhoods, where the biggest worry we probably had was the next day's homework!!!
I have been following your posts for quite some time now.
ReplyDeleteThe stupendous flow of your feelings and the way you picture your imagination left me wanting for more and today I read almost all of your posts which I missed all this while. You really have a wonderful imagination I must say. And really I fallen in love with the fingers which can create such a wonderful magic with their talking :D
Actually I wanted to read the initial posts which you posted and came all the way till here to Metamorphosis... Changes of life...:)
If only life gave us second chances! Life indeed is like that.
I wish we were all like small children innocent and carefree.
On a different note, I've heard that for some old aged people passion for life doubles and they become children once again.:) I wish every old person lives his life with much joy and peace.
P.S. Your last line transported me to my childhood days and it also reminded me of a cute little poem in Telugu called "Shishuvu."(Baby). It was prescribed for our 5th class telugu :).
Thanks so much, Stranger (though I don't feel you are a stranger after reading your comments!). I have read your comment over and over. It makes me happy that you could relate to it. Thanks for taking the time to comment on so many of my posts! I'm glad that you like what I write and it means so much to me.
DeleteThis post of mine was written years back and thanks to you, I now read it again :) Of course, now that I read it, I can see a lot of mistakes. But I think I shall leave it as it is to remind me of how far I have come. Indeed, I have heard that old age can be called a second childhood. But the thought scares me.
I would love to read the translation of the Telugu poem, if you have it. Thanks soo much once again!
Aaah Definitely! Although some words are hard to transliterate exactly (doing so we may lose the real essence). Anyways as soon as possible you will get it :).
DeleteYou see I have a special liking for Babies for they are so much fun and joy. It’s hard to describe the feeling we experience. Whenever I hold those soft angels in my hands with their teeny-weeny little eyes, I go on cloud nine :)(Did I just say 9? No, probably 12 :)). The peculiar smell of milk mixed with talcum powder, the scent of the oil, the aroma of smoke which some people religiously pass onto the babies’ head. The look on their faces and the smile they give while sleeping is something I can’t miss. Each and everything is so so divine about them. The soft touch and the added responsibility of holding them gently and carefully makes me go crazy for them :)
Also If you can, I would like to know why that thought scares you.
DeleteOh yes, I know that feeling. Babies are like all the goodness in a small bundle! I love them too till they start growing up and lose all the cuteness factor ;)
DeleteThe growing old thing. What scares me is the fact that you may lose all your memories. All that you hold close to you. And may even have to be completely dependent on another person. What could possibly be scarier? Of course, just my opinion.