Childhood Magic
Morning : Wake up when you are shaken and and the sun torments your eyelids ...
Brush lazily while planning what to do next or while trying to smell whats for breakfast ...
Go to the loo if you are forced to ... secretly take a toy with you so that you can let your creative self take charge .....Never would have a script writer written such an interesting story as this story that unfolds in this toilet time ...with the bucket of water as an ocean , your toy the hero and water droplets becoming the soldiers . Maybe filmmakers should spend more time in the loo to be able to make better movies .
Finally when you cannot bear the disturbance of drums being played by desperate next-in-line on the loo door , you give your story a break and come out with an expression that says , ' ' I just went in '' .
Next stop is the kitchen . If the breakfast being made is your favourite then hunger grabs at you like a witch with looong hands . The mother is looked at with accusing glances that say , ''So cruel you are , your heart does not melt seeing an innocent child suffering with hunger ? ''
If the breakfast looks scary you decide that you need to fast today or diet maybe .
Bath is the ultimate torture and you feel that u live in a planet where nobody loves you or understands you and your genius is never appreciated ....
After you are scrubbed clean , you go and lie on the floor and roll from one end of the room to another pretending that you are a roller or a snake . And suddenly the soft gentle mom takes on the form of a screaming Banshee .
Nobody understands me , how cool it is to be able to spin like a top till you feel giddy and fall flat on your face and almost give your mom a fit .
How interesting it is to throw water on windows and hold a Formula One for the racing droplets .
How lovely it is to mix water in the mud and smash it with your bare hands and mix it and put a baker to shame by baking the most delicious mud cakes with stone berries and leaf flavour .
How capable a doctor you are ... your friend scrapes his knee and immediately you know which leaf you need to smash to pulp with the dirtiest stone and rub it into the wound with a solemn promise that the wound will disappear when he wakes next morning .
( The wound gets worse and needs a doctor is another matter , for which you are not even remotely responsible . )
How you can sit for hours looking at nothing bu think of a million things .
How when people see only a cloud floating by you see an elephant in the sky .
Nobody understands me that in my world its normal for a cow to be blue and the grass to be purple .
People give me strange looks when on my page i draw a red sun , a smiling moon , two stars and a rainbow all together . Why cant it be possible ?
School would be good if we needed only lunch boxes and no books .
When we realise that corridors are better places than classrooms .
When we Feel that homeworks are a waste and take away your time which you could otherwise spend in inventing a pencil with two points or an eraser that looks like a moon with craters ..
When you find out that a 5 paise orange and green mint tastes better than any Cadburys or Kitkat ..
Evenings are the busiest when you have a grave responsibility of creating and developing new games and crazy stories .
Finally you have the luxury of being force fed . Just like for Shakespeare the World was a stage for you the whole house is your bedroom . Somebody would surely lift you and gently lay you down on your bed an kiss you goodnight ... while you pretend desperately that you are in deep slumber .
And you sleep without a care in your mind and a smile on your lips dreaming about blue cows eating purple grass on a sunny day with a lavender moon ...
If ever i got a wish , I would wish to go back to this magical place called Childhood , where we can spin like a top till we drop , do a jig on the middle of a crowded street , where our stick people can put Picaso to shame . Where friends hug us even when we are muddy. Where feathers , shiny chocolate wrappers and leaves are more precious than gold or money . Where we can bribe people with a sticker and make friends with a smile .
Where people don't bother how you look or how much you earn to give you a smile an a hug . Where the biggest war is fought for the rare golden toffee wrapper and peace is got with a sticker and love letters canbe written with two words and a scrawny blue heart .
I wish I reach this magical place for atleast a few hours so that i can search and find out a few treasures that i lost on the way ... Innocence , imagination and Fun ...
Go to the loo if you are forced to ... secretly take a toy with you so that you can let your creative self take charge .....Never would have a script writer written such an interesting story as this story that unfolds in this toilet time ...with the bucket of water as an ocean , your toy the hero and water droplets becoming the soldiers . Maybe filmmakers should spend more time in the loo to be able to make better movies .
Finally when you cannot bear the disturbance of drums being played by desperate next-in-line on the loo door , you give your story a break and come out with an expression that says , ' ' I just went in '' .
Next stop is the kitchen . If the breakfast being made is your favourite then hunger grabs at you like a witch with looong hands . The mother is looked at with accusing glances that say , ''So cruel you are , your heart does not melt seeing an innocent child suffering with hunger ? ''
If the breakfast looks scary you decide that you need to fast today or diet maybe .
Bath is the ultimate torture and you feel that u live in a planet where nobody loves you or understands you and your genius is never appreciated ....
After you are scrubbed clean , you go and lie on the floor and roll from one end of the room to another pretending that you are a roller or a snake . And suddenly the soft gentle mom takes on the form of a screaming Banshee .
Nobody understands me , how cool it is to be able to spin like a top till you feel giddy and fall flat on your face and almost give your mom a fit .
How interesting it is to throw water on windows and hold a Formula One for the racing droplets .
How lovely it is to mix water in the mud and smash it with your bare hands and mix it and put a baker to shame by baking the most delicious mud cakes with stone berries and leaf flavour .
How capable a doctor you are ... your friend scrapes his knee and immediately you know which leaf you need to smash to pulp with the dirtiest stone and rub it into the wound with a solemn promise that the wound will disappear when he wakes next morning .
( The wound gets worse and needs a doctor is another matter , for which you are not even remotely responsible . )
How you can sit for hours looking at nothing bu think of a million things .
How when people see only a cloud floating by you see an elephant in the sky .
Nobody understands me that in my world its normal for a cow to be blue and the grass to be purple .
People give me strange looks when on my page i draw a red sun , a smiling moon , two stars and a rainbow all together . Why cant it be possible ?
School would be good if we needed only lunch boxes and no books .
When we realise that corridors are better places than classrooms .
When we Feel that homeworks are a waste and take away your time which you could otherwise spend in inventing a pencil with two points or an eraser that looks like a moon with craters ..
When you find out that a 5 paise orange and green mint tastes better than any Cadburys or Kitkat ..
Evenings are the busiest when you have a grave responsibility of creating and developing new games and crazy stories .
Finally you have the luxury of being force fed . Just like for Shakespeare the World was a stage for you the whole house is your bedroom . Somebody would surely lift you and gently lay you down on your bed an kiss you goodnight ... while you pretend desperately that you are in deep slumber .
And you sleep without a care in your mind and a smile on your lips dreaming about blue cows eating purple grass on a sunny day with a lavender moon ...
If ever i got a wish , I would wish to go back to this magical place called Childhood , where we can spin like a top till we drop , do a jig on the middle of a crowded street , where our stick people can put Picaso to shame . Where friends hug us even when we are muddy. Where feathers , shiny chocolate wrappers and leaves are more precious than gold or money . Where we can bribe people with a sticker and make friends with a smile .
Where people don't bother how you look or how much you earn to give you a smile an a hug . Where the biggest war is fought for the rare golden toffee wrapper and peace is got with a sticker and love letters canbe written with two words and a scrawny blue heart .
I wish I reach this magical place for atleast a few hours so that i can search and find out a few treasures that i lost on the way ... Innocence , imagination and Fun ...
Comments
Thanks for the post.I hope to believe that i do cling to a little bit of my childhood even now and I do fancy myself making two ends to the pencil and more craters on the eraser even now!!
Keep penning!!
Jason R.
www.theevolvingbackpacker.com