TITLE : MISSING CHILDHOOD IS A PAIN..
The story of childhood can never be
inscribed in a short format. These are the best days that one could ever have in
their life. Time sure flies like a golden eagle. Chiefly the time of the
ambrosial childhood , I miss it terribly.
How nice it was ! Thinking all
the time about a birthday celebration, being a child is one of the best thing
one could ever recall. From the pieces of cake to the wrapped gift packets, it was
more than awesome feeling.
Getting into the phase of adulthood ,
we only learn to celebrate it, but not to enjoy it. Those colourful wrapping
papers of childhood do not attract an
adult anymore. Those colourful crayons leave only memories . Annoying your
parents to arrange and invite people on your birthday, was more than a childhood dream. And the
basic parental instincts that, “This time we will not celebrate your birthday,
and we started crying. '' But, as an adult we don’t insist our parents to make our
birthday a perfect celebration. We negotiate our thoughts for celebrations. We
convert our birthday parties from home to hotel, we start giving treats to
friends and in the evening we reach home when the family awaits for a get
together. Maa (mother) makes the best dish from her “mind recipe book” that
day. And we lose our energy for extra merriments with the famiy.
Time and its temporal glimpses are
really refashioning everything. We renovate the difference between ‘fashion’ and ‘style’. We no longer
used to have ponytails and carefully careless hairstyles. Things just fall
apart, they do not work according to our desires. We stop listening to parents
all the time. We create ideas for our own good.
Birthday the another independence day
of life, because the only day parents do not scold us. Whatever we do on that special day, be it tolerable or unbearable they just ignore it. The born day , special day
for everyone , not because its all about the celebrations but also about the
phone calls and messages that your friends are wishing you. We miss the
‘chocolate giving ceremony’ of our school days. We habitually forget the real
meaning of laughing , as we use the onomatopoeia ‘hahaha’ while texting.
Childhood’s Sundays were great for the shows like “Shaktimaan” and “Bidexot
Aapoon Manooh” . And other days were remarkable for ‘Tarang’
, ‘ Amar Chitra Katha’, ‘Malgudi Days’ , ‘Surag-The Clue’, ‘ Chitrahar’, ‘Geetimalika’
and many more.
I miss being a child and yearnings for having
a saka laka boom boom pencil as well. Childhood epoch , probably the best part
of life. Where I learn the things in a intricate way. Now I used to be like, ‘jack of all trades and master of none’.
I miss the Dictation period of school
and ofcourse the library period. I fail to notice, my parents’ efforts to make
me a good human being.
Birthdays..! Another year a person is
becoming more mature with retrospective formula. Those enjoyment of childhood
are vanishing quicly , gone are the days we miss being at home. Here I would
like to annex a quote of Nobelist Kailash Satyarthi, “ Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child’s eye – it
is very beautiful “. The world is
really beautiful for a budding mind and as they do not seek perfection being a
child. They are just true soldiers of life with excessive happiness.
Beyond doubt, childhood with no
stress was much better than adulthood with a broken heart. Going through the
clock of life, I try to reciprocate the same feeling as a child. Growing up is
not that easy anymore. It seems fantastical that many of us live with a
childlike heart which make us a year younger to another birthday. However, the childhood birthdays are ever
inspiring occasions of our life. But, pressing the bubble wraps is s part of joy in adulthood.
In conclusion I realise the phenomena
of getting an adult, its sometimes very complexed, seldom it seems easy. But
the birthday celebrations can never the be same. As we are on the verge of
getting the things, to work like this and
that we all have grown up to “ Adulthood” .
“Childhood” , now just the indelible memories and
tremendous gestures of siblings, friends, cousins, family and relatives and all
the people you met during that epoch.
P.S – the feelings on the eve of 24
th birthday of mine. Well it was 2017. Now, it's Twenty Eighteen..!!
chinkbani ..aka..Shibani
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