Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The Limitless Child...!

Place: Somewhere between reality and fantasy

So, the whole world has entered a new year. The hangover is now over and the feeling of your regular job, apathetic colleagues and EMIs sink in. The terrorists are here to attack our country’s integrity. The calendars roll every day. A moment of positivity as the year changes is just a pretext to make you feel good. This makes you gather your energies once again and try fighting the odds that surround you. So, is there a permanent solution that can unleash the lost positivity, you may require a week later? There is a timeless solution to this and it lies within you.

Remember, yourself as a child. You were limitless, fearless and beaming with energy every time you fell. The moment you heard the sound of an airplane you searched it all in the skies. And each time you traced the airplane you dreamt of being a pilot. You were an astronaut the other day, a writer during the weekends, a cricketer in the evening and much more. A child believes in whatever he/she is doing and is careless of the effects of his/her actions. We often grow up and know more that makes us think of limitations that impede us.

Here are six short stories (Source: Self-Written, Quora and Internet) that will make you think how wonderful it would be to tackle your problems as a child and be limitless for the rest of your limited time on earth:


1.       The Self-Belief:

My little cousin was travelling with his grandfather on a scooter one day.
My great uncle told my cousin, "Please hold me tightly."
My cousin replied, "Why Dadu, will you fall down?"
No matter how miniscule you are, never lose your confidence.

                 2. The Selfless Care for loved ones:

A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands.
Her mother came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile: my sweetie, could you give your mom one of your two apples?
The girl looked up at her mom for some seconds, then she suddenly took a quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other.
The mom felt the smile on her face freeze. She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment.
Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mom, and said: “Mummy, here you are. This is the sweeter one…!
 No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgement. Give others the privilege to explain themselves. What you see may not be the reality. Never conclude for others.
  
3. The Effortless Enthusiasm:
               
We hate each Monday after a long weekend and crave for an extra day between Saturday and Sunday. I am no different and was brooding over going to office on a Monday morning. As I was walking, a little girl ran past me with her mother. She was oozing with energy to go to school. Her school bag was heavier than her. She wasn’t paid to go to school. She had homework to finish over weekend and a scolding teacher is a regular scene in every school. Despite all odds, she could not wait to board her school bus. On the other hand, I enjoyed my weekend watching my favourite movies, I was paid to go to office and I had a lighter laptop on my back.
                The only thing we lack in life to fight our troubles is a smile and an endless effortless enthusiasm, a little girl could easily carry these things on a regular basis.

4. The Fearless Fighting Spirit:


I was at Mumbai Airport and was annoyed by a 4 year old kid’s excitement as he was going to board airplane for the first time. He was running everywhere, touching all outlets that sell coffee and chocolates and almost fell seeing a plane through the glasses. We gathered ourselves and a blue coloured bus was ready to pick us up. The kid was startled and annoyed. He was not ready to board the bus. His father was embarrassed and convinced him to board the bus for a large pack of chocolates. The bus began turning its wheels and he shrieked: “Dad, the pilot has cheated us. Instead of airplane, we are now going Bangalore in a bus. But don’t worry. I am going to fight the pilot and take our money back as soon as I reach Bangalore.” Everyone in the bus started laughing.
It is not the size of the dog in the fight that counts; it is the size of the fight in the dog that matters. A lesson the child was oblivious of and yet practised.

5. The Carefree Thoughts:

Everyone dreads Mumbai rains. Some fear it so much that they carry an umbrella all the time during the year. It was July and was raining incessantly. I was running like a headless chicken to get my shoes, clothes and other belongings inside the house and then I see something magical. I see my 5 year old neighbour, a little girl, storming out of her house with her little umbrella, dancing in the rain. Her mother rushes out and picks her in. 5 minutes later… The little girl is again out in the rain and this time without an umbrella. Her mother picks her back and this merry go round race repeats once more.
Be Carefree. The storms can’t budge you.
  
6. Reality Distortion:
An excerpt from the movie: The Dark Knight Rises

Blind Prisoner: How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of the spirit: the fear of death?
Bruce Wayne: I do fear death. I fear dying in here, while my city burns, and there's no one there to save it.
Blind Prisoner: Then make the climb.
Bruce Wayne: How?
Blind PrisonerAs the child did. Without the rope. Then fear will find you again.
 The realism warranted every prisoner to climb out with a rope. The child did not know it and made it. Steve Jobs did distort reality to see futuristic products. The kids do it on a regular basis.

It is easier said than done. The world expects us to be mature and not childish. These words can be an easy rebuttal to this story. Remember, growing up is a myth. The day you stop thinking like a child, you stop living…!

Amit Leela Purohit
The Lone Soldier
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Sunday, July 4, 2010

My Old School

MY OLD SCHOOL


                                    We all love our alma mater. Isn’t it? And even some one who is left and lost in our alma mater. It may/can be our first love/infatuation. This ode is all about those mesmerizing thoughts of my old school. The blurred memories of the first day of my school are still in this engineering mind. Every one of my porpoises wept, but it was I who confronted the school gate with a smile on my face. I was fervent to learn the ABCs. The origin of the arduous feeling was to read those fancy advertising boards all round. I still remember the hand that kindled me with the knowledge of English and Mathematics. I was weak in performing subtraction, but my Mathematics teacher was no naïveté. She tried hard to imbibe her knowledge in me. The steps of my old school were not leveled properly. We always slipped to one or two of them and ended with a bruise on our knees. Still our peon personified that the faller is the real winner as he/she learnt a lesson every time he/she falls. There was a boy in our class who once rang the school bell exactly 5 minutes before the lunch break. It was the time of our academic era when we were neophytes in looking at watches. Lastly, I only miss the angel seated on the second bench of the girls’ row. Whenever I roll the cavalcade of time I always end it with this rosy chapter of my verve. We were good friends and I used to guide her in Algebra and Geometry. However I was a novice in the calculative crusade still I managed to challenge the tide. I am still in juxtaposition rendering the fact that was it my love or infatuation…?!?

There lies my old school where
I learnt my ABCs
There lies my class where
I learnt those tongue tizzies
My teacher taught me
To subtract and to add
To read and to write
To face problems with glad
Those cozy class rooms
That became the place to gloom
When the exams surround
With the chilled supervision around
There lie my school steps
That taught me never to regret
Even when you fall in a bet
As the faller is destined to get
There lies the ringing bell
That we use to bell
Always a minute before the recess
To get that extra minute in excess
Finally we come across the row
Where I met my first lady love
We used to rhyme this bow:
To be together in any flaw...!
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