It’s used to be one of those days when you could sip a cup of coffee and gaze at the huge banyan tree, forever. The streets, filled with people and vehicles, looked quite normal and harmless then.
Being normal, that was the default value everyone took unless you were crazy, or inspired by something or someone. You wouldn’t want to stand out either; well almost.
But we never bothered about an “image” or “being normal” when we were kids. We did what we wanted, and we just said whatever we felt or whatever came to our mind. Even our prayers were so simple, sometimes ridiculous but we had a lot of faith then. Faith in almost everything and everyone around us.
In my teens, I remember the time when I began to talk about girls with my close friends. It was still a very strong issue in those days and I used to declare my opinions and beliefs quite strongly. This I clearly remember shocked my friends, and later, my parents.
I used to tell everyone that I would marry any girl if we love one another, let her be a young girl my age, let her be a kid or an old woman, and let her be a divorcee or a widow. Nobody can or will stop me, if we love one another. And everyone would say that I was goddamn crazy. Come to think of it now, I can never figure out where those ideas came from.
And my prayers when I was a kid… must have uttered just one word whenever I closed my eyes and folded my hands, “GOD!!!” I had asked him to make me a martial arts expert, Superman, a Casanova kind of a man whom women will find irresistible, Mandrake the magician, and so many other superheroes and adorable villains.
Maybe, I stopped believing in him when he absolutely and stubbornly refused to listen to my prayers.
You and I, we were kids then. But each one of us was so unique, from the little scars on our over-active bodies to our small silent prayers.
Society and the whole concept of an ideal and civilized society made us scared. And then came time, the great leveler, and we find ourselves unable to recognize or differentiate one another, anymore.
Being normal, that was the default value everyone took unless you were crazy, or inspired by something or someone. You wouldn’t want to stand out either; well almost.
But we never bothered about an “image” or “being normal” when we were kids. We did what we wanted, and we just said whatever we felt or whatever came to our mind. Even our prayers were so simple, sometimes ridiculous but we had a lot of faith then. Faith in almost everything and everyone around us.
In my teens, I remember the time when I began to talk about girls with my close friends. It was still a very strong issue in those days and I used to declare my opinions and beliefs quite strongly. This I clearly remember shocked my friends, and later, my parents.
I used to tell everyone that I would marry any girl if we love one another, let her be a young girl my age, let her be a kid or an old woman, and let her be a divorcee or a widow. Nobody can or will stop me, if we love one another. And everyone would say that I was goddamn crazy. Come to think of it now, I can never figure out where those ideas came from.
And my prayers when I was a kid… must have uttered just one word whenever I closed my eyes and folded my hands, “GOD!!!” I had asked him to make me a martial arts expert, Superman, a Casanova kind of a man whom women will find irresistible, Mandrake the magician, and so many other superheroes and adorable villains.
Maybe, I stopped believing in him when he absolutely and stubbornly refused to listen to my prayers.
You and I, we were kids then. But each one of us was so unique, from the little scars on our over-active bodies to our small silent prayers.
Society and the whole concept of an ideal and civilized society made us scared. And then came time, the great leveler, and we find ourselves unable to recognize or differentiate one another, anymore.
Apr 22, 2010, 11:01:00 AM
This post can be summed in one word, Awesomeness!
Apr 23, 2010, 1:40:00 AM
Hmmm! quite a thought that one...philosophical makes me put on my thinking cap yet again.
Apr 24, 2010, 10:11:00 PM
Thanks Ankush and Shivani. Get ready to read more of my philosophical stuff. Looking forward to comments on them too.