Wednesday, January 31, 2024

In a Thoughtful Trance of the Childhood Days




The days of our childhood, better known as the golden days of our lives, constitute the preparatory stage of our future. These juvenile days are full of innocence, purity, honesty, simplicity, and so on and so forth. These days hold our golden memories of harmless laughter, impeccable and boundless happiness, invincible spirit that can achieve anything on this planet, minds full of dreams, indomitable will force, vivacious life force et cetera. Broadly speaking, this golden period shapes and moulds our character, our habits, our mentality, our way of speaking, our attitude, our behaviour, our way of thinking, our way of looking at life, our mannerism, our within and our everything. Actually, our learning process commences its journey from this phase in our life.

Therefore, we should not shirk the learning process at all. However, it must be noted that we learn and learn throughout our entire life; still, we must never overlook the fact that our urge, our passion, our choice and our enthusiasm for learning begin to expand the corollas fundamentally at this stage of life. Well, our juvenile days enhance our learning telling us that we should never feel weary of learning more and more. In other words, the more hunger we garner for learning, the more can we gain, for sure. What we sow today, will we reap tomorrow. So, we all have to make sure that we can make ample use of every single moment. In short, what is required most is our optimum utilisation of time.

In this regard, it is also discernible that sometimes we get too serious. Again, sometimes, we get too light-hearted to use the golden days properly. As and when we get too serious, it can doubtlessly be said that we get our days slipped out from our hands in some way or the other. That is to say, we lose the opportunity of cherishing the days of our childhood due to overt gravity.

Life is too short indeed. Hence, the mentioned time—the days of our childhood—is even shorter, far shorter in comparison. Running, swimming, playing, enjoying the moments of each season et cetera are, perchance, a few examples of the customary activities of our childhood.

Well, frankly speaking, all these activities as if speak to me face to face and question me, “Have you ever enjoyed basking in the sun in the wintry atmosphere? Then the sunshine feels so warm, so soothing and so sweet, for sure. It is then the exact time to go for a picnic with utmost excitement. Can you remember those days when everything was so vibrant? Can you recall making a feast with all your loved ones, enjoying the scenery in the lap of nature, singing by the river, and thus having an amazing time? Have you ever listened mindfully to the sweet melody of a cuckoo when it is spring? Does the mild vernal wind not move you even now? Have you ever felt the soft touch of the drizzle? Have you ever tried to look at the twilight sun that is as if eternally enchanting? The streaks of purple glow adorn the entire western horizon; the busy birds returning to their nests as if twitter and sing for the last time on that day; the murky canopy as if descends like the falling curtain at the end of a show. Then it is time for the moon to come up and shine like a spotlight on the still river. The silvery atmosphere embalms the entire hemisphere with a touch of magic. Yes, that swiftly transitory scenery leaves a permanent impression on your heart. They reverberate in our memory, don’t they? We sometimes get an opportunity to make a trip down our memory lane.”

No doubt, such measureless merriment gives birth to a plethora of literary pieces, a plenty of creative impulses. We should never let such moments pass by, because they are more precious than gold, if once gone, gone forever.

However, on the other hand, as and when we act too light-hearted, we are as if destined to waste our preparatory stage of life. Yes, it feels like we become idle, too much idle indeed: all play and no work makes Jack an idle boy.

In this connection, we must not falter to make a candid confession that we waste our time doing nothing, but when the moment is gone forever, we pine our days away thinking of our bereavement. Unfortunately, such mourning leads to greater losses of ours. We all know, we all do know that time flies so fast that we cannot even realize that. Hence, it is indeed mandatory forever that we should cultivate our sense of understanding, we should regard the power of punctuality, and we must endeavour to worship tenacity, patience, determination, confidence, stoicism, truthfulness, fortitude, temperance and so on and so forth.

Apart from all these that have been spoken about previously, what is mostly needed during our juvenile days is nothing other than the habit of bringing up our originality. Yes, we may say that we all copy from one another in this way or the other; but it that the end of all? How can that be the be-all-and-end-all? Broadly speaking, we do, we all do imitate others, but the point is that we have to shape that imitation anew like the shape of water. I heard it somewhere—though I fail to recall right now what it was exactly written—that the bees are the masters of renovation, reinvention, remodelling, reorganisation, reshaping and recreating. How can it be so? Well, they collect nectar from various flowers but who can deny that honey is purely new, regardless of being a fusion of a handful of imitations?

Finally, it is to be mentioned that a child—the future father or the future mother—must be edified in a number of domains, but the little one should be given freedom in a few circumstances so that he / she can expand his / her realm of imagination, his / her natural knowledge, his / her presence of mind, his / her curiosity, his / her originality—the so-called ‘imitation’—and his / her way of expressing his / her opinions.

Let them each have a voice; let them each have a story; let them each learn by heart how to work hand in hand with others; let them each feel compassionate to one another and also to the other creatures; let them each be full of virtue; let them each have morality; let them each become a true and pure human being; let them each know how to make this world a better place for living; let them each figure out how to protect the earth that he / she inherited from his / her ancestors and how to hand it over to his / her progeny; and let them each spread the message of love—true, pure, honest, modest and tolerant philanthropy—everywhere.

“O my God! Where am I now? Was it a spell that I had fallen in?” Seriously, it must be admitted that the contemporary society is so mismatching to what I had just been in a trance of. Wait a second! That was never a dream; neither is it found in the society nowadays altogether. So, what was it actually? Well, I never know the name, but I can sense that I had them somewhere in between a trance of the flashback and an irony of almost everything found at present and also in a flash-forward. Childhood is undoubtedly as expensive and as priceless as time. We should pledge right now that what is lost is lost forever, but we can do is to live every moment without pining for what has already been lost. However, there is no denying as well that we, sometimes, do need to relive our happy days, because that can lead us to greater happiness. Hence, what comes, as we are about to sum up our discussion, is that we ourselves have to figure out where to draw the line between the two points, no matter what it is, because there is nothing without contrast. Yes, it depends on us mostly; however, it is still to be kept in mind that there is also a requirement for edification. As we grow up gradually, we must learn how to make good and right decisions. Moreover, the fact is that teaching makes you improve a lot, but self-teaching helps you improve more than that. Be positive, live creative, work innovative, think imaginative, and inspire others. You are unique on your own. Let your sound success story change the lives of the others by touching them with grace, not grimace. Share your happiness; let it get multiplied a million times. Childhood, the golden age of ours, slips away swiftly, but as we cannot hold it, and as we cannot arrest it, we must make sure to use the priceless gem to the utmost. Live life, especially the juvenile days, to the fullest; drink even the dregs; never let that get wasted at all.

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Friday, November 3, 2023

Sensible Words from a Smartphone

 



Being a smartphone, I am very much attractive. I look great; I sound nice; I respond quickly; I display lots of moments of all sorts of emotions; I am ready to solve a number of problems faced by mankind in the twinkling of an eye; and I function as the buffer between the speaker and the addressee though they may be at a great distance: no matter how far they live, with my smart magic, they can even see each other using live video calls. I do connect people in this way; hence, I do pride myself on my utilisation and my value. I give them the privilege to use social media; I provide them with lots of opportunities to carry on online transaction. I help people speak in conference calls. That is to say, I have dedicated myself entirely to the advancement and to the benefit for all of them. However, I must say that people use me in wrong or unfair purposes as well. Is that my fault? They say that I am solely responsible for the accidents, for the shortcomings of the shirking students and so on and so forth. Though I am indispensable always, I never do intend to harm anybody at all. It is not I who am guilty; it is rather the lack of human discretion that tries to put the blame upon me. All that I can say is that every human being must use me judiciously.

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Words from a Snowman

 


I am made of snow, pure white snow. The wintry wind bites every mortal being, but I am not shaken at all. Yes, it is funny indeed to know that I never catch a cold. Children decorate me by giving my nose made of a carrot, my eyes made of dark beads, etc. They make snowballs; they pile them up one upon the other; they give it a shape; finally, I receive my birth in this way of mirth and cheer. They also provide me with a scarf, most of the times red in colour. They use buttons also to make my snowy garments appear attractive. It makes me feel so happy to be a part of the children’s playtime. They enjoy my round belly by patting on it. I witness their rides on the sledges. What peace indeed! I feel so calm and amazed to behold the little children run around me in a circle, singing, playing, laughing, merrymaking, and spreading their innocence. Unfortunately, as and when it begins to be warm, a little warm, I get sure that I am at the point of death. That is to say, my body begins to melt in the warmth. Nonetheless, I can never ever forget the sweet memories that I receive during my life.

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Messages from a Greeting Card



People call me a greeting card. They convey their best wishes, their sincerity, their love, their regards, and their various ways of greeting the New Year etc. to their near and dear ones by writing their notes on me. It is indeed regaling for me to be a part of such an amazing purpose. Sometimes, I wonder how lucky I have been to be utilised for such noble and grand reasons. Frankly speaking, it provides me with utmost mirth, because I spread the message of peace and goodwill to celebrate the New Year’s birth. I am indispensable, for sure. I feel very grateful to be a part of the New Year’s greetings, the tidings of joy, the messages of love, and so on and so forth. Most strikingly, I feel the oneness with everybody for spreading peace, smile, hope, happiness, optimism, and all other good qualities. I aim at ushering in a new era of light and bliss. However, during the recent times, people use their smartphones by ignoring me. Yes, it causes me plentiful pains indeed. I feel like I have been supplanted by those robotic elements. They lack life and love, whereas I lack luck. Nevertheless, none can deny the memories that I used to gift in the bygone days.

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The Voice of a Mango



Being one of the juiciest fruits in the world, I consider myself to be lucky enough to win the hearts of everyone whoever has tasted me. It is indeed gratifying to know that I am often called to be the ‘King of all fruits’ in India/Bharat specifically. I lose every reason in such amazement. I can be of various types, not only in my appearance but also in my sweetness and taste, and my juiciness. Each and every person does enjoy me to his heart’s content. When it is blisteringly hot in summer, I try to cool down the inner restlessness of the people in no time with my soothing smell. Of course, right then, I am used in my green or young state. Most interestingly, I intoxicate the entire surrounding area with my sweet and alluring smell. I am a fruit of summer; however, the residents in my area keep on thinking about me almost all through the year. People wait for the next summer to come for the sake of relishing my great smell as well as my unique taste. I feel glad indeed, thinking that I, too, am a reason for people’s smile. People have forgotten to smile these days. Hence, it makes me feel blessed to play that role.

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Friday, October 27, 2023

Strong Words from a Pen


People call me a writing instrument, but I call myself a living power. As and when I get utilised by the poets, the novelists, the essayists, and so on and so forth, my heart leaps up in utmost satisfaction, happiness and self-dignity. It feels really gratifying to think that I am the reason of the act of expressing the inevitable truths of human life. The education system in this entire world depends on me a lot. I am associated in giving birth to thousands of brainchildren. That is to say, I pride myself on this notion of creation. Still, how can I overlook the cons or the injustice in this society, in which I am used as well? In spite of all such positive aspects, I must admit, I must say that I don’t want to be, though I have to be used by the Judge in a court. Indeed, I never ever do desire, I never ever do even think in any of my wildest dreams and my nightmares that the Judge will use me in giving capital punishment to the convict. Moreover, such acts happen frequently. I cannot stay sane; I lose my mind thinking of the ill effects derived from me. My only question is—“Is a convict a born criminal or a product of the society, who is sentenced to death?”

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A Few Words from a Bird


I twitter, I chirp and I sing to welcome every new morning. I add sweetness to the entire atmosphere when it is dawn. I fly in the sky. The sky is sometimes blue, sometimes cloudy, sometimes golden and sometimes gloomy. However, I have to stay happy always to add musical effect to the new day in order to keep the day free from blemish. Of late, people usually gaze at the flying aeroplanes and the helicopters, but most of them usually find almost no time even to look at me. Still, I carry on singing with a sorrowful and gloomy heart sometimes. The poachers are always ready to hunt me, to kill my all and to ruin my family. They laugh a lot; yes, they treat me cruelly in full swing. Still, I need to say that I, too, have my own life, my own family, my own language, my own world and my own future. Many writers used my quills as their pens in the bygone days. It makes my cup of gladness overflow through and through. I try to live optimistically always. Hence, I try to keep in my mind that a great number of poets, after all, have dignified me in their creative pieces. I feel glad indeed to be the reason of their smile, of their happiness and of their state of being spellbound, captivated and motivated.

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The Tragedy of Liberty

People call me a kite. I take great pleasure to fly high up in the sky. It is indeed gratifying to state that I emblematise liberty, yes, ge...