“I see trees of green… red roses too…
I see them bloom… for me and you…
And I think to myself… what a wonderful world…”
With this hearth touching melody in an exquisite rendition of In Memoriam at Oscars of 2012 laid an extravagant display of all the greatest that were no more. The lovely montage of the achievers spiked a thought process in me, what have I done? But before that could grow into an avalanche a slight wet sensation swept below my feet, Yep the bucket was full so it was time to clean the undies. Living alone in the suburbs is not a bachelor’s paradise, especially when you have lived a life like a royal ass.
Let’s not forget the obvious, time changes everything. Yes, it sure does just like a magical potion or a bite from a radioactive spider sans the awesome powers (plus the girl :P). It’s just act quite slow, consistent but slow. Moments like these sure does remind me of the wonder years. The year’s of innocence of countless hours of joy and so many memories. Yes the years of childhood. Back then everything was possible, everything was neat and in reach. Maybe ignorance made it that way. Nobody taught us of the consequences and there was no reality check. Even the heap of sand appeared to have ridges of the Himalayas. There was endless opportunity for me to be. I could be rocking on the moon like the Neil Armstrong, saving the planet by spinning like a tornado (you know who) or I could be that local kid who always hit a fifty whenever we played cricket. Well I surely didn’t want be like that kid cause I hated his guts but that is another story. But there a few downsides especially when you are the only kid in the house. You have to live up to expectation of so many adults yet there is no one who really takes your seriously. The worst part is when there is a family feud and everything looks so weird and confusing. That is when the mind kicks in and plays its little role of an advocate. Welcome to adulthood kid! So much being an adult huh. Never the less it becomes a learning curve which amazes me cause I did it by myself and that is one fine job done there.
The thing that sickens me the most is when I see kids nowadays. They are just so messed up. All that cheerful innocence nature has vanquished in thin air. Who is to blame you ask? Puberty, I guess. It’s hitting them so soon. Boys don’t act like boys. They are more into spikes and saloons rather than dirt and slingshot. I don’t know whether I should laugh my brains out or pity that poor soul of a kid who puts his profile picture with a girl and tags it with quote I don’t know what my life would be without you, seriously? Not only does this kill the child inside but harbours the seed for so many psychological problems. It’s simple, their brain is not that developed to process such stuff. Call me insensitive but there is a right age of doing stuff and this is not an age to adore the opposite sex but to despise them. Let the loving be left for the college days to ruin your grades. Let the mind wander in the deep alley of the gully cricket or in the Mona Lisa lookalike made with camel crayon on the wall.
All this makes me feel proud of myself that I had such a kickass childhood. Playing pranks with my friends always taught me that I’m heading the right direction. Hitting a 10 number token on that kulfi wala’s vending rickshaw renders me the same feeling when someone catches a big fish. Making that winning shot in that tri series inter gully cricket finals still bring the opponents to shame. All this really makes me ask to come and gather around people, wherever you roam and admit that the waters around you have grown because for the times they are a –changing.
“Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers; the next day you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.” – The Wonder Years
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