Every second, a minute treads on….every step, a mile bygone…. Another pile of work on my desk….another mime of murk on my face…. Oh the days of childish grace.
The credit of the lines above goes actually to those numerous people I met, including friends and foes, knowns and unknowns, whose continuous longings for their childhood days made me rhyme their feelings (somewhat). Every odd minute or so, I would hear or could make out at least one yearn, begging to live those ROTFL- moments again. And then, when an antique collector used to upload a group photograph of high school graduation on some lame social networking site, Jesus, a destructive flood of feelings and emotions was what would occur soon after. To worsen the things, would accompany a downpour of ‘miss those dayz bro’, ‘the best dayzz of ma lyf’ and ‘those were da dayzzz’, which would make me wonder what could next be. Loads of crying smileys? But do smileys really cry? Anyway, I leave the multifarious human expressions untouched here.
These events sometimes give me a cold feeling. They make me feel inhuman of some sorts. The reason being, I fail to experience the same eruption of emotions in me as by others, when it comes to such occasions. But the knowledge I’ve gained so far, rejects any possibility of me being sculptured out of stone. Neither do I have mastered the kaizen, which would have finally made me control my breath and thoughts, just at a thought. So, what could the reason be? It’s simple enough. I don’t miss those days, just because I live them whenever I feel I’m missing them!
This may seem a bit immature, but wasn’t this what we were looking for? I bet. This is what I call a ‘junior moment’, which can be a momentary lapse into immaturity caused by youth or inexperience. Many a times, I suffer from such moments. When my imagination runs wild, I tend to mix various worlds, unaware of the realism, in which they lie so far apart from each other that it would require only a child’s brain to put them together. Another such activity practised when I’m in the junior-trance is the reconstruction of a given situation with lots of ifs and buts and suppositions, thereby driving me to think of weird possible solutions and arrive at weirder conclusions. Sounds kiddish? Perfect. Further, cracking a really-really poor joke and looking at the bewildered and at times, angry face of the listener is indeed an LOL-moment for me; can’t guarantee if the listener also feels the same. But I end up happy and that’s what really matters. Mind you, I’m here, in no form being selfish. I’m just being childish. :p
“What’s for dinner? Broccoli? No way, mom! I’m never gonna eat that thing. In fact, I’m not having dinner tonight!” Oh, my arrogance, and that too at a time when I really can’t afford, is a perfect ‘little-example’. I’m not sure if I really enjoy this particular moment since my empty stomach makes me think of nothing but food. But, like a kid, I’m writing in everything I know, anyway. Arguing on practically nothing with a friend and thereafter not speaking to him for a few hours or days, even though I want to, reflects the somewhat-non-adorable boy in me and the fact that I’ve mentioned this negative fact here, presents to you the unbiased behaviour of a child.
The examples are countless and just a little amount of thinking makes me identify them. I’m amused when I do notice them and the feeling is no less than great when I relive them. Finally, when I return to the real world, I feel relaxed and refreshed and ready to go with an increased energy. So the idea is clear. The people, who you deal with now, may not be the ones, you worked with before. Still you can be happy if you just follow an amateur advice:
Let the minutes go, let the miles flow, never bother….Things around you may change, but the child in you won’t….So let’s laugh some more….Let’s be a kid again.
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