While most of us remember, recollect
and perhaps struggle to re-live those childhood memories, school
days....
I was in for a surprise!
I was jolted by a chance meeting of a
kid, with whom I traveled from LKG to plus 2, at school!
He somehow managed to keep well-packed,
those kid-age emotional-feel of each other ... And he opened that
pack yet again, (and perhaps, just for me last evening!)...
I suddenly 'became' a kid,
experientially! All my experience of life, after leaving the school,
just stood a little away from me, and the mind felt like that kid,
once more! The mind did not even think of looking at the dear
kid-age-friend using references like his cultural background, family
roots, traditional life-style etc... He felt just a kid, nothing
more!
This experience, did allow my
perception to review, what we did with ourselves during the kid
age... (yes, my attempt is to look through a-child-like-mind... so,
logic might be missing a little, when it is about pristine emotions!)
We just found yet another co-traveler
in the other, ready to face those uncertainties, ahead of us, as
ourselves! We are keen to observe the other, as he-is, not as we
like him to be... (we have no idea even.... about 'how to design
our-own-likings' !).. And so, each unique feature in the other
seemed an amazing, awesome and attractive thing!
I could see myself into a busy-schedule
of trying not-to-miss anything happening around me! And that teacher
was struggling to divide her efforts between drawing our attention
towards her on the one hand, and trying to make-us-learn those chants
from text book, to be repeated like a parrot! Oh! The better parrot
happened to get better scores, but when it came to rank, the numerals
were too small, not a double-digit-inflation-like!
The 'session' by one teacher was over
too soon, even before we started to get a feel-of-what she was like,
and only to be replaced by yet another one, entirely distinct from
the previous one! We struggled to match the teacher's 'requirements'
of us, when no pattern really suited all of them alike! Yes, we found
a flaw in the teacher... she struggled to find out where exactly
she had left-it, when she used to have a brief chat with the teacher
of nearby class... and there would always be one of us to 'prompt'
her with the last-repeated-chant... these 'lessons' meant nothing
more than an imposed chant, to be 'religiously' adhered to, including
the tone, texture and accent which seemed to please that teacher more
than the accurate-match with text material!
Somewhere, the teacher rushes to one of
the rear benches, and shows the 'cane' a bit menacingly! We the
front-benchers are more curious to know what it was about, which
infuriated the teacher? And there was a conspicuous absence of
'action-replay' to enlighten us about the 'unpardonable' act of the
rear-seated kid... It did not even occur to ask the kid who sat next
to that kid... and that kid would invariably remain 'dumb' like when
we ask 'what did you do?' (the look on his face, at times seem to
offer a clue like, 'what did “I” do?... oh! Nothing... I was
just 'fully-myself'.. just that the teacher found my being
'my-own-self' to be a nuisance to her!)...
And therefore, the one teacher who did
'use' the cane too often became an object of 'our common dislike' (we
did not think of 'pooling-in' our common-liking, for other teachers
who were more kind... The 'like' for a teacher felt like , our
'like-for-a-chocolate'... we experienced it by ourselves, in
exclusivity!)....
Thus, I was looking into myself,
through my own kid-mind, and enjoyed the experience of that
innocence, which I did miss, at that age!
It almost feels like, we might be able
to re-stitch the days together and weave the diary of our kid-days!
When I came out of that kid-mind, I
could now see clearly, I am a bit obstinate about refusing to view a
stranger in my life now, without pasting 'as many labels as possible'
on his image-inside-me, .. and most of those labels are out of my
memory of 'similar' looking people of the past, their background,
culture, manners, religions, social status, financial status ...
what not!
Oh! The mind goes through a huge
exercise of wading through a very large data base, and in the
meanwhile, I miss most of 'what that person is right now!'... The
only consolation/solace being, he is no different about the
'mind-pattern'... It is almost like a 'virtual-meeting' despite
being 'live, and face-to-face'! (Oh! .. Oops! Was that the reason
why the 'virtual' meeting via these gadgets , manages to bring us
closer to each other now? Dunno!)
child-like, yours,
psn(25th May-be, 2015)
4 comments:
How effortlessly one becomes a child, in spite of all the forces to the contrary, when one goes down the memory lane to childhood & also when one come across a childhood friend, at any place & time it may be...the pristine purity of a child's mind has this intoxicating beauty to overwhelm us, at the mere thought of it !
All the stress & strains of growing up (?) stretches & often tears us beyond such a recognisable limit that such a revisit of childhood & encounter with a childhood friend to revive (and of course 're-stitch') that torn identity becomes a compelling necessity.
A refreshing refreshment Sir !
Thanks & Regards.
Just after speaking to a kid-age dost, 44years ke baad, I read your response!
In our experience, the 44 years got collapsed.
I found myself talking to him, using only a kid - mind, not the present one(60+)!!!
psn
Just after speaking to a kid-age dost, 44years ke baad, I read your response!
In our experience, the 44 years got collapsed.
I found myself talking to him, using only a kid - mind, not the present one(60+)!!!
psn
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