It's A Child In Everyone

Since it’s my vacation standing on my veranda, everyday i see so many kids returning from their school late in the afternoon. Since its rainy season i see them carrying umbrellas of different colours and shapes. Few with some cartoon character. Mostly they are kindergarden kids. Hopping like frogs on the puddles, slashing gush of water on each other. As i gaze them i am go back in my memories when i was child. With no fright no tension of life. Remember making paper boats and sailing them in road side logged water along with my friends. We used to write our names on them and have a competition whose boat is going to last more by soaking the water late. I had a tweety umbrella yellow in colour with green strips and tweety posing happily, embossed on it with a handle of tweety toy. I remember it till now, it had been gifted to me by my mum on one of the rainy season years ago and still now i have preserved that umbrella so well not only because it was mum who bought it for me but tweety was one of my favorite cartoons.

Going back in my memories i recall every day i used to return from school sharp at 2 o'clock and mum would stuff the lunch in my mouth and me gazing the telly with my eyes wide open without even blinking my eyelashes even once, seems as if i was glued to the telly which at 2 o'clock telecasted my favorite cartoons, tom and jerry, looney toons and Sylvester and tweety. My mum would keep scolding me with every gulp she feed into my mouth saying you are such a nuisance will eating your meal.

After the glued telly time and the forced lunch it seemed, was my time to get ready and go out play with my friends. Like boundless heard we all would rush to the park and played away to glory. We did have fights then but they seemed so baseless now. Fighting over who will give the den(a chance) to be the police and the rest left out ones will be the thieves and hide, eyes-spies’.

These things i am sharing with you all today, the grown-ups of this mighty world because i feel since those fights of my childhood with my friends were so baseless but we used to patch up again, But now the fights over irrelevant things doesn’t seem to end. It seems as with maturity we have lost our innocence somewhere. May be not lost it completely. But sure this feeling of ours, the innocence is scared and hiding deep down in us in the closet of our hearts. It’s afraid i feel and wants to stay inside because it feels that may be it won't be understood well in this materialist world of our we live in.

Typing these words on my lappy one more memory of mine surrounds me takes me back into time. It was my birthday, perhaps my third birthday. Mum had invited all the kids of our building. Evening at the party one of the aunties came to drop her son and i said aunty I am sorry you aren’t invited only your son is. Then considering me child peopled laughed over my mistake and i was forgiven. But today why my unintentional mistakes aren’t forgiven? Is i question myself. Why is there so much hatred in this god's own created world?

Weeks before it was breaking news, blasts in Mumbai. Terrorism everywhere. Planning and plotting everywhere. Diplomatic and bitching society. Why wasn't every people of this society we live in weren't kids someday? Didn't they ever fight over lolly pops and next day they shared their candy with the same person? I guess yes every grown up person of our society was a kid some day and innocence in heart with superficial anger gushed away by the sweetness and serenity of the child's soul they had. Then why is that innocence that love not visible today? Things have gone so against what God meant it for us. On the name of religion we fight. Been divided on basis of caste, creed and colour. They are black and we are White. They are lower caste and we Brahmins. They are dirty and filthy and we are rich and eat on clean plates. But aren't those plates being washed at your home by those people whom you considered filthy? Isn’t the lower caste holding pujas for which you Brahmins are being paid? Isn't a white country's president today is a black. Don't you Hindu pray to God and don't you Muslim pray to Allah for your betterment? When everyone has common interests and interconnected dependence on each other like a web. Then why is there so much of hatred?

I know lots of people every day write and discuss about this topic of dividend in society, in humanity. Humanity, human race. The most intelligent creation of God. But do we really even justify being called "Humans"? If there is so much hatred and selfishness then how can we be God's ultimate creation? The intelligent once?

By my these words i just want to convey. Dear friends don't let that innocence and that serenity of our soul breath its last breath and die out in that locked closet of your heart. Let it free. Give it wings and not iron chains. Let it fly and with every lash of its wings let the anger, hatred, selfishness be banished.

I know even i have committed mistakes. May be bitched about someone, been selfish at times and diplomatic too. Perhaps may have even decided on revenge. But end of the day what i have noticed is this guilt in me slowly arising and telling me hey came you really face yourself? Can you face that Mighty power that you daily pray? Top of all can i face my immortal soul which reside in my mortal body. I couldn't every time i have played the game against humanity. May be even all you may have at some point not been able to face yourselves.

This is a humongous write up is seems but my only message is Live and let Live. Your and my god is the same. May be we are different with our skin colour but we are made of flesh and the same red blood. So why be so different.

I know you guys wondering what my childhood has to do with this togetherness and brotherhood write up. But honestly and child's innocence and soul which still resides in me and in you too has made me write this because that child in me and in all of us is hurt by this hatred and bloodshed and diplomatic life of this world. And it wants to come out of the locked closet and play. Bask in the love of brotherhood. Dance in the rain of joy and not bloodshed. Laugh out loud in the words of togetherness and not weep alone in the dingy rooms or castism. It wants to fight on base fewer things and share its loly pop again with whom it fought.

It’s a child in me who wants to be free again. It’s a child in you who want to be free. I have let mine. Let free yours.