Childhood. The reel of my childhood is locked down in a special part of my cerebrum. I projected it occasionally, whenever my adolescence kept pulling scary jokes on me. These days, I have been using the key too many times. Not 'cause of the hormonal fountains dancing up-down-up-down, rather the super-dynamic world around. A deep prick from the thorns, the movie begins.
The theatre is pretty comfy. A relative bliss maybe, after the binge on the saddest memories of the year. Atlast, I can smile. Like that li'l girl, who played and played, sweat dripping down her skirt, which swayed with freedom. A freedom that no skirts of present-me can sway with. And there was no-gal-no-boy, only-fun-n-joy. Hehe. The rains were not rejected by the expensive umbrellas, every drop was embraced, with love. A love where we took scoldings on rains' behalf. Hucchi.
No. No place for sarcastic cum intellectual comments. That place was occupied by hand clapping games, jumping-walls-fo-cricket balls, statue-over and jolly dots on the palms. Yeah. We were never douches in first place, world made us into the finest ones. Defense is the best excuse here. We reset our priorities and we have jailed the kind child inside.
Adolescence is package of competition of all kinds. The girl who never cared for looks, now is the best friend of mirror. When you step into the next level of life-game, there you are with 5 targets. Mould yourself, fit in, win, win & win. You haven't realised that you are already competing in 10 to 20 races subconsciously. On the other hand, our past smiles were easy; chocolates, summer-mangoes, the evening-kabaddi games and early tight sleeps. Simple, ego-free we were.
Yeah, I know. We need to mature to take over the responsibilities to "nurture" the future generation. We need to make money, pile it up in accounts, keep it from thieves and thieves-in-disguise, be clever with friends, sort out the real & fake, build a happy 2nd family with nutrition, manners and love and flex into selfish & extend into selfless according to situations.
What about the child inside? What about silly, nonsensical actions you restrict him from doing? What about his moronic level of kindness that he survives on? What about him? Why put him behind bars? The best way of living is living happily. He knows it better than the adult, you've become. He knows life gives 1000 reasons to cry, but he can just smile stupidly, because nothing else matters. That's the primary motto.