Wish I could....

Dont worry, I am not advertising any anti-ageing cream here. Just wanted to discuss an eternal desire to relive the past ! And since I dont know where to start from, let me take up some examples to throw light on the issues and causes.

In childhood, I used to plan and plot for my birthdays with same enthusiasm as MTV Roadies do to stay in the show. I did it every year to make my B'day best ever as compared to past B'days, the measure being the number of gifts received ! But with passing years I started losing interest in celebrating my B'days. Blame it on Kick-ass ritual or my newfound interest in economics, I started relying on others to make it special. And eventually, the B'days that I used to wait for became burden for me ! In fact, just take up this exercise, notice the curvature of smile in your B'day pics of previous years, starting from first B'day, is it decreasing with each passing year? If yes, its time to see a consultant.

During our school days, we used to cycle all the way to school, which was almost 4-5 kms. Ofcourse I enjoyed as we raced each day till school and take pride in winning those races and reach early ! But these days, I make sure that I am the second-last, if not the last person to reach the office/party, reason ??? I dont like to wait for anybody !!

Now a days, during downpours in rainy season....I double check to curse everybody related to rain, right away from the municipal coorporation to Indra Dev, even though I commute in a 4-wheeler which insulates me from downpour as well as running water on roads. While during school days, rain used to be a festival. We prayed that it continues raining till we get out of school so as to ensure we dont miss the opportunity to cycle in knee-deep water knowing that it would be less due to rain and more due to open sewage, but who cared !

In fact, rewinding a bit more, I look back at me pushing the rickshaw, which was our school transport, to help the rickshaw puller while moving on a slope. I enjoyed the labor, since it was a privilege to be picked  out of 6 volunteers on the rickshaw. Though once my cheek was tested for impact resistance by our Maths teacher as pushing rickshaw on slope was risky according to him. But who cared !!

Eating those Rs 1 ice-candies or cucumber/parsnips with chutni or sugarcane pieces sprayed with lemon....uumm, awesome !! However, these days, though I feel tempted towards street food, I do not enjoy eating but worry about hygeine. And this comparison goes on and on and on !

Through all these examples, all I am trying to say is, as we grow older, we leave things behind, which we enjoy the most in name of becoming mature, rational and logical. I enjoyed childhood not because I had all the means to enjoy but because I wanted to enjoy whether with or without material means. I was not worried about what others may think of me. I lived for myself, I was not afraid to try and fail; I was not afraid to fall ! I was more flexible and found fun even in troubles. Helping someone was fun, not burden. It was not that I did not had differences with others, but I did not carry them on my heart till next morning. I was ready to forget and forgive. I did not judge people by brands they wore, I was ready to peep in eyes of strangers and smile. My ego never compelled me to hurt anyone or blocked my way to happiness. And last but not the least, I did not pretend or try to be somebody, I wasn't !

Instead of thinking , "wish I could relive those days again !" and waiting for a time-machine to get you into past, make sure you extract juice from every moment of your life. Mourning over lost good-old days doesnt help, better make your present "a present". Try this, at least on your B'day, dont think rationale or logical, think dil-logical, do something insane, something impractical, something silly, something avai !! Hope you find fun even in daily chores.