It has been a heavy downpour at my place since yesterday and Indian roads are so filled with emotions towards the first shower of the season. They won’t allow a single drop off to the channels. India is so full of love. It’s a lovely land. In this lovely land, and the lovely love between roads and first shower, there is another lovely thing as well, a little boy with plaited hair. He is bright white in colour and is extremely happy for something I don’t know. He is accompanied by his mother who cannot run as fast as he can and he is extremely charged up by evading pursuit. Now how can a celebration of a 4 year old on a rainy day, with roads loving the showered water, and on a beautiful garam pakode wali evening be if I can’t see splashes? And here he goes *splash* *splash* He kept jumping in those water puddles, till he was as wet as the road, and even he was loving the first shower exactly like the road. Everything thing about splashing water from a puddle is so good when you are 4 year old, except one. You actually cannot run while jumping in puddles. So your mom, who can’t run as fast as you can, can always catch you when you keep jumping at one place. Seems that kid didn’t know that. His mom came running with an umbrella in her left hand and slapped him twice with her right. He stood still. No one is loving the rain now. I just watch this happen and I want to say something. Something like, “Please let him play; he is having the time of his life. Once he grows up he may write about jumping in a puddle but never feel it again. He is loving what he is doing, which he rarely will after growing up. Please let him do what he loves.” but I couldn’t. “How many times have I told you not to do this? For whose sake have I brought this Umbrella? Don’t you know what can happen to you if you keep splashing this dirty water?” said she and pulled him by arm and dragged him out of my sight. I wonder if he ever asked his mom to carry that umbrella for him. I saw he was so thrilled getting wet in rain. I wonder if he ever wanted to know what will happen if he splashed dirty water that way. He just wanted to jump in those puddles. It were his ‘water puddle days’. He was allowed to have an umbrella, which he never wanted. He was made to know the potential threats of jumping in dirty puddles, which he never wished to learn. He just wanted to jump in those puddles, which he wasn’t allowed to do. He earned two slaps for following what his heart said.
We all have earned slaps for following our heart right?
But I still follow my heart. Never kneel down buddy. It’s like nil down yet you lost the fight. Do what your heart says. We ourselves are so weak that we let the world mould us to dummies. To make us a clone, like it did with million others. Look at the way we are brought up. How unknowingly our million desires are crushed. Then we give long lectures and presentations on things like “stereotyped thinking” and “thinking out of the box” – crap.
Let a child follow his dream. Let him love his dream. Just don’t slap him because he loves to jump in puddles.
Never kneel down India.
Keep ya head up and follow your heart.
But I still follow my heart. Never kneel down buddy. It’s like nil down yet you lost the fight. Do what your heart says. We ourselves are so weak that we let the world mould us to dummies. To make us a clone, like it did with million others. Look at the way we are brought up. How unknowingly our million desires are crushed. Then we give long lectures and presentations on things like “stereotyped thinking” and “thinking out of the box” – crap.
Let a child follow his dream. Let him love his dream. Just don’t slap him because he loves to jump in puddles.
Never kneel down India.
Keep ya head up and follow your heart.
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