Childhood – The one phase of our lives which is the most memorable with loads of memories, many things to learn, early friendships, loads of mischief, food, play and what not. That phase of our lives when we dint have to worry about how to shape up our careers, we didn’t have to worry about how to earn money and also didn’t have to plan on how to save it. Needless to say they are the most cherished and care-free days of our lives.
Looking back at my childhood, I can remember climbing the guava and Badam trees which were present in our home. Playing gully-cricket with friends in colony, play ice-pass and loads more. Though I managed to score decent marks all through the schooling, I am sure I haven’t spent more than an hour and half or two for studying. The school day was only for 5.5 hours long and on every single day the school had one class which was not related to studies – be it sports/ music/library or the like. At the end of the day, there was no stress on us and it really didn’t matter if it was a quarterly exam or the main exams.
Times have changed and so has the way one enjoys one’s childhood. The way our parents enjoyed their childhood was different from the way we did; and now, the way the present generation spend their childhood is completely different from ours. Today, every child is spending a minimum of 8 hours in school followed by tuition/tennis/dance/music classes (Not sure how many of them go to such classes with interest rather than for the reason that their parents want them to go). And when they are done with all these, they spend the rest of the time by getting addicted to the gadget world: be it play stations/ PCs/laptops/TVs or whatnot. Seeing this, I am not sure if the kids these days are really enjoying or if they have time to enjoy their childhood days and if they do, would they hoard these memories for the rest of their lives like we used to? But then after a minute or two of thinking, I would convince myself thinking that this would be the worry of every generation and it would continue like that for a long time to come.
Speaking of childhood and the innocence it generally is associated with, I am not sure if the today’s kid is being allowed to retain his/her innocence until they reach that appropriate age. Be it TV shows, advertisements or the films, everyone is bent on pushing the limits of a kid and want to corrupt the younger minds with irrelevant information at their age. Until a while ago, I used to believe that a way a child evolves majorly depends on the parents. But with the advent of so many ways of communication and entertainment which throw so much information onto us, I tend to believe it’s not just the parents that the kids are influenced by. There are so many ways in which information is being flooded into the young one’s mind and not every channel be scrutinized before its allowed for the kid. Can it? When an innocent mind is flooded with irrelevant details, who has to be blamed for the lost innocence? Is it the kid? Or the parents? Or the society as a whole? Honestly, I am not sure if there would be a definite answer.
I’ve seen so many kids who behave way beyond their age. For example, a 6 year old speaking of killing the villains mercilessly and enjoying some pleasure describing the scene, an 8 year old speaking of a movie hero which in so many ways resembles to a college girl describing her new found crush to a close friend! And then so many other ones who talk way beyond their age and the parents proudly showing it off as if it were some skill! In both the above cases that I have mentioned, there was no parental discretion in what the child watches on TV or what kind of movies the kid is exposed to. And even if there is, most of the films that we get to see these days are labeled ‘U/A’ and yet seem to have most of the content that would clearly make it an ‘A’ film. And then there are those innumerable ads which are given clearance by the censor board to be aired on TV.
To conclude, I am not sure if the post has a logical flow and I am also not sure as to what this post talks about – Is it about the faulty censor board or is it about the education system or about the entertainment industry or most importantly is it about the responsible yet ignorant parent? Honestly, I am not sure. All I intend to mention is that in today’s world, it’s so easy for a child to lose his innocence and miss out on loads of things associated with childhood and that it’s primarily the parents’ responsibility to ensure that it doesn’t happen.
P.S: This post came up after reading a couple of articles and debates relating to the recent ad by a leading mobile service provider in India which starred a young boy and girl probably in their early teens.
Well, Here I am. On my own blog after what feels like years. Statistically, this post comes after a year and half from the previous one, but I guess I’ve not been regular for over 2 years now. The urge to blog hasn’t gone away, neither did the love of writing, yet words seemed to fail and time seemed to slip away and I am back here after a long gap. I am not sure if I can say I am back, coz I’ve not left the place. I have been around reading all the ‘good old’ blogs every once in a while and silently admiring the passion that keeps one hooked to writing.
When you think in your mind to write down something, thoughts keep flowing and yet when you actually sit down to write, the mind seems to be like a blank paper. I am not sure as to what to write and what not to write and it seems to be more difficult than to write that 1st post of yours.
In the past 1.5-2 years away from blogging, I’d like to believe that I’ve evolved into a more mature and responsible person than I was earlier; both professionally and personally. Amongst other things, somewhere in the middle of 2011, I’ve given up my ‘Miss’ status and entered the ‘Mrs’ Phase. :)Yes, I got married!! Miss. Mystery has found her Mystery man and entered into a new phase of life.
For a girl, who has never lived anywhere but with her family, moving out and setting up a new home seemed so painful and laborious. With all the help from the parents, things seemed to be easier than imagined and turned out well. Though managing household chores + full time job seemed a little hectic, with a little bit of planning and considerably good help from the Mr., I’ve got used to the routine and it doesn’t seem tiring or boring anymore.
In spite of all the things that have been happening around me at a rocketing speed, all I can say is blogging was never forgotten. Thoughts kept coming up and the urge to blog was always there, yet laziness seemed to win the battle and lower the interest to blog. So here I am, yet again, eager to blog and with a hope to continue this habit of mine for a longer duration. Until I am back with a new post, cheers to life and all the wonderful things it brings along!!!
– Signing off,
About two years back I have written a post about death and how uncertain it is. But time and again I am stuck with the uncertainty that surrounds it and saddened by it.
It’s not about my death that I have thought about. In fact whenever I have thought about my death, I would imagine the people who would come to the funeral and how sad they would be. Might sound weird but honestly, I have liked the thought of people feeling sad for me, rather feel glad that I shared a wonderful bond with each of them. Call it sadistic pleasure or whatever, but it makes me happy.
But that’s not what I am talking about right now. What scares me about death is the thought that it my strike to someone I know, some ones I love and all those precious people in my life. Even the thought of losing someone is painful and having to see someone live with it is even the more painful.
I have not encountered death from close quarters until I was 20. The 1st person I saw lying dead was my grandfather. At that time, heartless it might sound but I felt that he has had an eventful life and had passed away without much suffering. All my worry was how my grandmother would be able to survive with the fact that there would be no on to live with her in their home, no one to irritate her, no one to argue with her for every small thing and no one to share her thoughts at every point of time. I felt bad for my mother who was going to miss speaking to her dad on phone. And of the many people on whom my grandfather had an influence on. My grandfather had an eventful life but while he died peacefully, the rest of us moaned for him and had to endure with the pain his death caused. I wonder why it has to be like that…
A friend’s mother passed away recently and I was at loss of words to even talk to him. I have never known her but the thought that she’s not going to be there with her family made me sad. I could only imagine the amount of pain it might have caused to the family. I had no idea as to what I could say to my friend. I knew that nothing I would do would lessen the pain. They say time heals all the pain. All I hope is that time passes soon and this friend moves on with all the happy memories that are left.
Endings are never happy. Any relationship which ends leaves the few people involved in pain. But when life comes to an end it, it leaves many in pain and the fact that nothing can be done to bring back the person or mend the relation with the person is even more painful. One might say it’s the cycle of life it has to come to an end at some point of time. We might accept the fact but when reality strikes, isn’t it hard to digest the fact??
P.S: Just a random ramble.
Well…I have been away from the blogosphere from quite some time now. First it was the work load then it was the writer’s block (really???) and then for some reason I lost interest in blogging as a whole. Have stopped reading blogs and have not visited my own blog for quite some time. After all this, now, I feel like writing something. Hope this feeling would continue and I would blog more often.
So what have I been doing all this while? Reading books, watching movies and yes, putting in more time for the office work. Have read quite a few of Jeffrey Archers’ books and with every book of his, I have become a great fan of his writing. The way he builds up the characters in his books and how everything falls in place in the plot is really amazing.
I have also read the whole of Twilight series in one go. It was good for a one time read and I honestly did not understand the reason why people especially girls went gaga over the series! Yes, I am not a teenager and the book was not intended for my age, but even in my teenage, I am not sure if I would have had a different opinion than what I have now. The concept of vampires, werewolves and the triangular love story with a human was, for some reason not appealing to me.
It’s September and it’s still raining heavily in Hyderabad. Every day turns out to be a rainy day and I seem to both like and dislike the rains. I wonder how we can perceive the same thing differently based on our mood. The same evening drizzle which turns to a downpour seems to be so pleasant when you sit in the balcony of your home but you end up cursing the same rain when you are on your way to home from work! All in the way you perceive things!
With the sun come new aspirations and new beginnings.
The days might not turn out to be as expected but down the line, when we look back, such days will come back to us as memories. Some bitter, Some somber. But many others sweet and memorable.
I might dislike getting up early in the morning, but I simply love the mornings!
It gives such a fresh and an inspiring feeling..
Sitting on the terrace and watching the sun making it’s way into the world.
With the cool unpolluted air passing through,
Looking at people who are getting ready for their day,
With no clue of what’s going to come their way,
The Newspaper boy who goes about throwing papers into everyone’s house,
The Milkman who wants to rush through his job and get going,
The aunts/maids in the neighborhood cleaning their verandas and putting Rangoli,
The older kids running here and there to get ready to schools,
While the younger ones sit and watch their siblings hurrying,
And there you are sitting lazily and observing the world moving on!
— Signing off
Summers remind me of..
Of no schools/colleges and no home-works to complete,
Of seemingly innumerable holidays and loads of time at hand,
Of playing ice-pass (hide and seek) in the red hot sun,
Of playing all day and playing a deaf ear to parents worries of getting tanned,
Of playing gully-cricket and breaking the window panes of the neighbors,
Of climbing the guava and badam trees and enjoying the mehanath-ka-phal,
Of Power cuts and more power cuts,
Of eating the cone-ice creams as a competition with friends,
Of the petty fights in the middle of a game,
Of playing with marbles and what not,
Of bugging mom to try out some new recipes and give us something new for breakfast/snacks,
Of late night sleeps and long chats with family,
Of Mom making Avakaya and we the kids enjoying the first taste of pickle,
Of marriages and the endless discussions about the food, clothes, jewelry et cetera,
Of going to grandparents home and enjoying the delicacies prepared by Nani,
Of sleeping in the verandahs in the night and
Of getting up early with the sun,
Of cousins’ get-togethers and loads of chats,
Of having mangoes, coconut water and tatikaya munjalu,
Of quenching the thirst with lemon juice, Rasna, Cold Drinks and the like,
Of dad getting something or the other for us to eat while returning from work,
Of the maar-peet with the ice cubes and mom’s scodlings for wasting the ice,
Of getting new uniforms/dresses stitched for the new term,
Of the wait to make new friends in the new year at school/college,
Of the excitement of going to the next academic year and
Of buying new books and spending a whole evening putting covers on them and sticking fancy stickers,
Of the afternoon siestas,
Of cycling competitions,
Of the comfort of sleeping below the fan after a tiring day thoroughly enjoyed,
And Of the carefree childhood days which went by sooner than expected.
- Tatikaya Munjalu, also known as Toddy palm seeds come from the coconut fraternity. Yummy in taste, these are generally found in the coastal areas.
- Avakaya a.k.a Mango pickle. Here in Andhra Pradesh, making pickles is an yearly activity with all the mothers coming together and preparing the pickles and the kids getting the ‘honor’ of tasting it first and giving feedback as to if any of the ingredients is more or less in the pickle.