Hai all... This is my first blog. It required quite a lot of pestering and pampering by many people for me to create a blogger account. I am somehow not yet convinced that one can be creative in front of the computer. I am sort of still in the old times and prefer to write on paper. However, I am giving it a shot.
People tell me that I write well. Frankly, I have written too little to claim that I write well. Whatever little I have written cannot be shared with everyone since its very personal. So, I decided that its high time I write something which everyone can read. Before you people get bored out, I will start with what I intend to put across in this blog.
I recently had a very interesting experience. As some people know, we shifted some time back. Some two months back. Next to the house we were previously in, there is a kid. We call her Sonu. She is around 3 years old. She is extremely cute and lovable. She used to spend almost all her waking hours in our house. Almost all days, she used to have food with us. My mom had given her the first preference in everything, ahead of us. As I adore kids, I especially loved to spend time with Sonu. We used to go for long walks together. Though she could not speak much, I could understand exactly what she wanted. Apparently she too enjoyed my company as I occasionally presented with toys and brought her chocolates. She was also looking up to us and learning from us.
Then, we shifted. We shifted to a bigger and a better house. Also, since work kept me more and more busy, I could not go back to meet Sonu for a month or so. Recently I met her. But, much to my surprise, I found that she was struggling to even recognise me. It took her a long time to even smile at me. I was surprised because we had spent 2 years together and she used to adore me. Apparently, she had moved on. No, she didnt ask me reasons. I could have offered her a hundred, but she was not interested. It had taken her less than a month to forget us. She had found new Big Brothers and started to get along with them. Though I felt a pinch, I was not particularly upset. She was only a kid. But it definitely got me thinking.
I wonder how its so easy for kids to move on, find new mates, get inspired by new things almost daily. Its we grown ups who get stuck and are reluctant to move on. When I introspected a little, I found myself stuck pretty miserably. There are a few people and I have to say one in particular whom I just cannot do without. Though I know that a subset of these people do not feel the same way as I do, I still keep calling up and messaging. There are many instances where they simply do not respond. I must however admit that sometimes there were genuine reasons. But most of the times, its lack of interest. Previously it used to anger me a lot. Now I dont get upset anymore, maybe I have got used to it. Still, somehow I dont discontinue the process. I am plainly and miserably stuck. I just admire Sonu and kids in general for their ability to move on. I felt Sonu telling me -- Tu nahi toh koi aur sahi!! I wonder why we grown ups are not able to do it. Why are we not able to get inspired by new things, new people? When will we understand that its not the end of the road if one inspiration is gone. Why dont we just find another just like Sonu found new Big Brothers?
Few days back, I was incidently checking the dialed numbers in my mobile and was amazed as to how many times the same numbers repeated. When I checked the received calls list, the repeated numbers were no where to be found. That's when I realised how many other people were trying to reach out for me and I was simply not getting back to them. I was so busy in trying not to lose my "close" people that I simply forgot about the many others who think that I am important for them. I had shrunk my world to just a few people. The moment I realised it, I called up five of them. Some solace there.
I thank Sonu who, though small in age, made me learn an important lesson. I have decided that though a few people are most important in my life, I will not lose sight of others who think that I am important for them. However, I must admit that its a lot more difficult or near impossible for me to achieve what Sonu did with apparent ease-- Find new inspiration when one goes away. How I wish to be a five year old again...
I will leave you guys at that for the time being. If you ever manage to read it and are able to form an opinion about my writing, or the topic, please feel free to respond. I, for now, must get back to contacting those close guys. Well, they have not responded to my umpteen calls and messages for the past three days. Damn, will I ever learn!!
People tell me that I write well. Frankly, I have written too little to claim that I write well. Whatever little I have written cannot be shared with everyone since its very personal. So, I decided that its high time I write something which everyone can read. Before you people get bored out, I will start with what I intend to put across in this blog.
I recently had a very interesting experience. As some people know, we shifted some time back. Some two months back. Next to the house we were previously in, there is a kid. We call her Sonu. She is around 3 years old. She is extremely cute and lovable. She used to spend almost all her waking hours in our house. Almost all days, she used to have food with us. My mom had given her the first preference in everything, ahead of us. As I adore kids, I especially loved to spend time with Sonu. We used to go for long walks together. Though she could not speak much, I could understand exactly what she wanted. Apparently she too enjoyed my company as I occasionally presented with toys and brought her chocolates. She was also looking up to us and learning from us.
Then, we shifted. We shifted to a bigger and a better house. Also, since work kept me more and more busy, I could not go back to meet Sonu for a month or so. Recently I met her. But, much to my surprise, I found that she was struggling to even recognise me. It took her a long time to even smile at me. I was surprised because we had spent 2 years together and she used to adore me. Apparently, she had moved on. No, she didnt ask me reasons. I could have offered her a hundred, but she was not interested. It had taken her less than a month to forget us. She had found new Big Brothers and started to get along with them. Though I felt a pinch, I was not particularly upset. She was only a kid. But it definitely got me thinking.
I wonder how its so easy for kids to move on, find new mates, get inspired by new things almost daily. Its we grown ups who get stuck and are reluctant to move on. When I introspected a little, I found myself stuck pretty miserably. There are a few people and I have to say one in particular whom I just cannot do without. Though I know that a subset of these people do not feel the same way as I do, I still keep calling up and messaging. There are many instances where they simply do not respond. I must however admit that sometimes there were genuine reasons. But most of the times, its lack of interest. Previously it used to anger me a lot. Now I dont get upset anymore, maybe I have got used to it. Still, somehow I dont discontinue the process. I am plainly and miserably stuck. I just admire Sonu and kids in general for their ability to move on. I felt Sonu telling me -- Tu nahi toh koi aur sahi!! I wonder why we grown ups are not able to do it. Why are we not able to get inspired by new things, new people? When will we understand that its not the end of the road if one inspiration is gone. Why dont we just find another just like Sonu found new Big Brothers?
Few days back, I was incidently checking the dialed numbers in my mobile and was amazed as to how many times the same numbers repeated. When I checked the received calls list, the repeated numbers were no where to be found. That's when I realised how many other people were trying to reach out for me and I was simply not getting back to them. I was so busy in trying not to lose my "close" people that I simply forgot about the many others who think that I am important for them. I had shrunk my world to just a few people. The moment I realised it, I called up five of them. Some solace there.
I thank Sonu who, though small in age, made me learn an important lesson. I have decided that though a few people are most important in my life, I will not lose sight of others who think that I am important for them. However, I must admit that its a lot more difficult or near impossible for me to achieve what Sonu did with apparent ease-- Find new inspiration when one goes away. How I wish to be a five year old again...
I will leave you guys at that for the time being. If you ever manage to read it and are able to form an opinion about my writing, or the topic, please feel free to respond. I, for now, must get back to contacting those close guys. Well, they have not responded to my umpteen calls and messages for the past three days. Damn, will I ever learn!!
