कुछ दिनों से बुखार ने बिस्तर पर बांध रखा था
बिटिया की किताब और कलम हाथ लग गई
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यादों की बारिश
सावन का मौसम था, मौसम मै मस्ती थी, बारिश की बूंदे और बूँदों मै कश्ती थी… बारिश की बूंदे और बूँदों मै कश्ती थी|
वो मिट्टी की सौंधी खुसबू , बचपन मैं लेकर जाती थी गीले कपड़ो मैं घर आना, माँ से छुपते हुए जाना| माँ तो माँ है, उसे भनक मिल जाती थी| वो माँ को आते देख घबराना, और माँ का अपने आँचल से सर को सुखाना, दिल मै खुशिया दुगनी कर जाती थी… वो बारिश की बूंदे और बूँदों मै कश्ती याद आती थी|
आज हम भी है बारिश भी यही… जाने क्या कमी सताती है, अब बारिश हमे डराती है |
सुबह है काम, शाम मै जाम, दिन के थके पथिक को.. जल्दी घर जाने की चिंता सताती है… वो बारिश की बूंदे और बूँदों मै कश्ती याद आती थी|
भीगना मनो इतिहास हो जैसे, यादो मै ही आती है, अब बारिश मै भीगने से पहले कपड़ो की चिंता हो जाती है |
जागो नींद से ऐ पथिक, छण भर के लिए त्यागो हर काम, फिर तैरा दो कस्ती तुम एक, बूंदो की रिमझिम मै खो कर अपना विवेक|
मत करो अपना समय तुम व्यर्थ, हर पल मै जिलों ज़िन्दगी हज़ार वो बारिश की बूंदो मै एक कस्ती अब तो तुम, तैरा दो यार| वो बारिश की बूंदे और बूँदों मै कश्ती याद आती थी|
We grow up enjoying our life and then do schooling with people who become our best friends and followed by some serious stuff in college.
We enjoy life like the freely falling rain drop and seldom think about our past and future or marriage or kids.
This is a time meant for enjoyment in the sense that although youngsters are accountable for their studies however there is no added responsibilities of earning bread and butter, running the family so on and forth.
At least I enjoyed my school and college time a lot and I owe it to my Mom and Dad.
So by far the best time in life is to live as a child getting pampered or as an adolescent with abundance of innovation and energy.
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
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As I write this post I am forced to ask myself a simple question this post has stirred up ” Have I really grown up” or I have learned the art and craft of what’s called a grown up.
Speaking the heart out I felt grown up the day I left home after my grads and decided that I am the creator of myself, good, bad or ugly all decisions will be mine and I am proud of them today. It is like taking a stand and taking care of yourself and everything around you. You need to master the art of what’s good and bad and move ahead, this is the best way forward in the teaching by life. The more dependency you have the bigger problem you create for yourself.
The takeaway from this is that be responsible and start owning things, sooner the better and be your own decision maker. Hold on, I am not asking you to be a dull rudimentary person, I strongly believe in the phrase Work hard, party harder. So at times go with the tide and relive as a kid, after all we all have a hidden child in us.
Having a lovely kid and wife and to take their collective responsibility makes me feel the reason enough to be a grown up. It is always good however to brood in the past and relive your childhood days, now I do this with my kid and do become a kid as and when required.
I seem to enjoy my present, love my past and believe I will make a wonderful future…..
To end up I am not that bothered much about my being grown up but how fast my girl, daddy girl is growing up… Daddy’d girl she was now she goes another way….
To start with it would be a wowfeeling that I am back to best time of life as a child.
It is to relive the moment again and this time with greater wisdom and wit.
The slightest thought of it fascinates me; It’s like a reincarnation, so another aspect would be to do all the things which I missed doing or could not do for some reason.
It will not at all be scary for me to be back to school; in fact it will be wonderful. I would surprise everyone with all the facts and knowledge I have albeit being a 12-year old. In fact if it is not a time travel then going to school will be an altogether a new experience with the colorful classrooms, presentations, host of sports and extra-curricular activities, the joy of never getting punished (like at our times the teachers would slap kids or hit with a ruler) and the beautiful teachers. At times I wish I could attend the class with my daughter, she is in 2nd grade. Love the small colorful chairs in her class.
I won’t miss out to:
Having lunch, before the lunch break.
Making out new friends.
Playing football and cricket in lunch time, as we already had our lunch.
Taking part in skits, singing the Christmas carols.
Engaging in fights. Blushing with my girlfriend.
Will teach the basics etiquettes of internet and blogging and its importance in life, if not a time travel.
We grow up, land up with handsome paying jobs, get married and after few days get paranoid. The life in this era of Facebook and Twitter has become so monotonous and busy (without reason) that this would be a real refresher for people. People end up putting enormous time in social media while they are not communicating with their family, friends or neighbors.
This will be a golden chance to go back to the time when relations and people were valued more than having sharing and likes.
So to wrap it up:
Thy take my money, thy take my name,Thy take my fame and gain.
Return me back my childhood,
Wherein I sailed my paper boat and get drenched in the rain.
Let me fly by the speed of light and be the 12 year old with a matured sight.
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