World through the Eyes of a Kid
The question, why did I or we grew up! Okay it’s a trap and that too, a deadly one. Not death, but still not living alive. And the most harmful effect of this- I am on my own now. Because I am searching the love outside the room, the room filled of few friends and family members and still I can't smell the love in the air, yet I am breathing the same.
The question, why did I or we grew up! Okay it’s a trap and that too, a deadly one. Not death, but still not living alive. And the most harmful effect of this- I am on my own now. Because I am searching the love outside the room, the room filled of few friends and family members and still I can’t smell the love in the air, yet I am breathing the same.
The oodles of small limbs in a cradle to the flips in the water pool, and accelerating the paddle to speed up in the traffics and to kick the doors of actual opportunities. The hands learning to grip the spoon, now signing the deals, dealt to clear the slums and meet the fellow sky scrapers to land a place in air traffic.
The lips never running out of smile are now best used to modify the truth that is known as a lie to be precise. And manufacturing words, ending up hurting more than healing at times.
And what does he/she see?
The world is painting us everyday not with colors but with lead based white color of human unethical emotions. And there is a savior here- parents who run to the God-men, they have the answer to everything. They are the ultimate un-certified secretaries to God, they say they are. And we buy that.
A child landed from heavens, standing in the crowd and at the end, this road is biased, either to be thrown in the hell or a reward of one more tour to the heavens. Heaven is a risky place to be, may be because there is no comeback from there. It is that much good, as living in hell do inspires the valuation of heaven. Heaven and hell; potato – potato.
The child was not taught to be a part of the fight, but to be a part of every prayer.
War is always followed by peace although after making many pieces. The silence of the soil, covering the losses of many and rendered non-fertile for the rest of life. The cost of happiness is actually high, but always affordable if not purchased with printed currencies and its getting costlier day by day. Yes it is, and sadly human ministry has no concerns.
And a few good things among the normal ones around..
Watching the legends playing the best they are at; the Wall and the little Master..
Push mail service on BlackBerry..
Music on an Iphone..
Morning blues at Udaipur lakes..
Running into old friends and ever blossoming buddies..
Music in coke studio, the ambiance and organic music notes..
Color of the water, reflecting the sun rayss..
Soak of heat from burning wood, in chilling cold..
And you can also add your feel good things..
And Life goes on!!