Monday, February 14, 2011

My childhood….

As a kid I remember having an uncanny desire to check out the unseen. Life was so full of adventure! Days when my bed post turned into an imaginary bike, on which I would ride like the cat woman; about whom I would ve read in the comic book the previous day!.. Days when my mom’s kumkum paste would turn into my red lipstick just like the one on Madhuri’s lips! Days when I would sit on my dad’s scooter and imagine myself to be wearing sari and dangling a handbag like mom!.. or sit in the car when no one’s watching and act as if am speeding away like an F1 racer! .. days when I would switch on music and dance like the heroine in the latest movies not to forget the number of times I tried imitating Aishwarya and Sushmita’s crowning moments….!

Mom’s handbag was always fascinating…. I would search it totally when she is back from office.. I even get the smell of her leather bag when I recollect those times..:)… She always used to get a chocolate for me … Saturday morning surprises from dad when he gets back from his week long trips.. he always would bring halwa or chips or something from wherever he goes..

I remember how excited we used to be about balloons, danglers and stars! …about Onam, Vishu and Christmas! About the new clothes mom and dad would get for my birthdays..!

How tasty everything felt when back from school hungry! All those times I used to sneak out and throw the left over of lunch so that mom wont scold me (sorry mom! Now I know how much of pain you took to make sure I get the right nutrition!). About how tasty that ‘forbidden’ sip up used to taste!

The story about ‘Hansel and Gratel’ was my favourite.. I ve spent days and nights imagining the house that was made of cupcakes, icecream and cherries… in fact I used to go to the library just to pick it up to see the illustration!

Those were the best days of my life.. carefree… mom/dad/bro to call for everything.. no in laws, no tension ;) … wow! … but yes, it was because of those days that this day happened…. Thanks to all in my life… most of u, just ROCK! :D

Passing thought

I ve known many land lords in my past, who have demanded to be looked upon for the simple reason that a certain bit of paper gives him/her the authority over particular measurements of land. People hoard gold/cash/ other valuables just to ‘feel’ rich. I know people who have lots of cash in their account but will not ‘live on it’, coz that’s their confidence to live on.

Well, all of us are different and I am no exception to the follies of these ‘feelings’. Tell me why people spend thousands, billions and trillions to buy fancy homes, fancy cars and fancy dresses or even fancy shoes (read Jimmy Choos likes)?

Our want to a better education, a better job or a better salary is always intertwined with our desire to ‘own more properties’ or ‘to become rich’ or ‘to be considered rich’!  Are u nodding your head in disapproval? Ok... Would you give away those riches you piled for years to someone totally in need (let’s say homeless kids/ women?)…
If you get to travel in an aeroplane next time, don’t miss to take in the aerial view of the land below, does nt it look so teeny weenie? Looking down one might just wonder why people spend sleepless nights and restless days to earn that extra buck just to pay up the head crushing EMIs, so that they can own one more house in the city! From so far above all those crore worth houses look like matchboxes!....... is it really worth all what these guys toil for?

Or can we really ‘own’ these lands or houses,  what if ‘The Earth’ itself is someone else’s property? Well… crazy thoughts!??

Tiger and the Pig

I heard this story from my daughter’s story collection. It goes like this:

Once a tiger who was very thirsty stopped over for a drink from a pond which had sparkling pure water.  While he was drinking, a pig which was passing by also stopped for a drink from the same pond. The pig was stinking so much that the tiger turned and left the place in a huff. Seeing the tiger turn away the pig thought the tiger is afraid of him and became overconfident enough to call the tiger for a public ‘stunt’. The tiger turned him away again because he just could nt stand the stench. Nevertheless the pig’s overconfidence grew coz he still thought that the tiger was scared of him… the story goes on…..

This left me thinking about certain people we meet in our daily life, who repel away the other men with their character as stinking as the pig! Some people have such repelling nature that people feel it wise to not react to what they say and they just grow on it. It’s like a vicious cycle…. Only self realization can help such men/ women!