FREEDOM STRUGGLE AND STRUGGLING TO BE FREE

few lines from the film munnabhai mbbs struck me.


शहर की इस दौड़ में दौडके करना क्या है?
अगर यही जीना है तो फ़िर मरना क्या है?
कब दुब्थे हुए तारो को देखा याद है ?
कब शोर मचाके गया याद है ?

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These lines are solemnly responsible for my thoughts that you are to read here.


My childhood was the time i enjoyed the most in my life.perhaps its the same for most of them.
it was the time i had no control over my controls। no rules no regulations bound me . i was a free bird. a life that most natural beings live leaving aside elderly humans.a life that most elderly humans miss . does this transcend from childhood really prove ones maturity?if so cant matured beings really loose their controls? what made human so serious in gradual years ? where has he lost his kiddish excitements ? well life is just a short span and what are we small speck of humans going to do in a small speck of time,being serious most of the time? we are classified as grown ups which in turn puts us to different sets of rules and regulations in this world . i am no exception to this mad matured humanistic tendency of grown ups . perhaps the mask on my face is permanent like the bur-qua of a Muslim women where emotions too are to be controlled . years have passed since i saw a full sun-set,since i played running and catching , my favorite game even today. years have passed since i played hide and seek in the bushy lawn behind my apartments. i don't even remember when i played in a drenching rain. years have passed since i hugged my girl friend in my first standard. years have passed since i built my sand Temple with the sand heaped in front of my home. years have passed since i played till mid night in the lawns, back of my apartment in Ahmadabad and to the worst,years have passed since i played with my sister .with years passing behind me all that i have achieved is the excitement that i got from so called kiddish or immatured entertainments . don't people really miss what they have lost in these years ? or have they forgotten what they have missed? what if one day you get a chance to return to your childhood!!!!!



i got it । it was only for one day । i was almost in to my child hood with my cousins 3 year old son YASHVASIN in Chennai । lost in his childish innocence , retrieving all that i lost in these years । we spent hours playing running and catching । i took no care of people around me , well i can remember people seeing with astonishment who saw me running in main road where i was being chased by my cousins son . we went to garden playing there in sand!.me and my cousins son were then engaged playing-with all sorts of toys ,from electronics to fur toys , creating story behind each toy and linking each one to a super natural being like super man , bat-man. i enjoyed giving him the excitement i once had in my child hood.he just took me to another world. A world that most of us yearn to go. it was the day i took off the mask off my face . The day which made me feel the absurdity of the matured humans. the day which can no where be substituted by a liquor or cigar that entertains most matured ones. But now i am disguised as a matured being. i don't know how many years should pass to take off this mask again. i have no idea on how many eras should pass for humans to understand the complexity of rules for grown ups .


All that i can hope is let not i transform in to a being in these years between these heavenly entertainments who has completely lost his ability to transform in to a kid again ,that most matured have.