13th December, 2013.
I have a question for everybody... For everybody…when was the last time you asked your father, or mother or anybody elder, the most simple or seemingly stupid question?
Like, why are the trees going back when your car is moving forward? Are clouds are made of cotton? Do fairies exist et cetera… may I take the liberty to answer on your behalf? You stopped asking such questions when you grew up, when you put your first step to adulthood and start thinking that these questions are more childish..
Funny isn’t it? There was a time when we all flaunted the answers amongst our friends “did you know…?”
I had some errands at c.r. park, and usually I prefer to take the scenic route. As I walked, I happened to stumble over a man and a boy of 5, most likely his son. I never pay attention to such things as usually there is an earphone plugged inside my ears. Unfortunately, I missed my earphones and as it happens it made my day.
The father and the son were conversing something that won’t mean anything to anyone, but for the boy, it was a matter of a grave interest indeed… I do not know what the query was, but I overheard the father trying to make a point… “So you see, the little kitten was singing, we both saw her with his mother didn’t we? All the cats sing in the dead of the night, that is there way of praying and thanking god for the lovely night they has been bestowed with…” afterwards I passed them and went ahead, but I learnt something, or may I call it a revelation.
When we grow up, we start losing our innocence and the queries... the curiosity fades, replaced by something more irreparable. None of us are bothered anymore with asking seemingly simple questions. We are so much consumed with conundrums of our lives, that we don’t have time for simplicity. The more complex the things are, the questions are, the more important it becomes, and we lose grip over what really does matter. We are so much busy making things complex that we are far far away from simple things, which suddenly springs up at times, making us quiet uneasy in dealing with. And at times, we are disappointing the younger version of us, as their questions are simple; so simple, that we face intolerable hardships answering them, disapproving them as stupid and idiots…are they really idiots? Or the joke is on us?
Somewhere between childhood and growing up, we lost something that will never be found again.
our curiosity got lost.
Regards.
I have a question for everybody... For everybody…when was the last time you asked your father, or mother or anybody elder, the most simple or seemingly stupid question?
Like, why are the trees going back when your car is moving forward? Are clouds are made of cotton? Do fairies exist et cetera… may I take the liberty to answer on your behalf? You stopped asking such questions when you grew up, when you put your first step to adulthood and start thinking that these questions are more childish..
Funny isn’t it? There was a time when we all flaunted the answers amongst our friends “did you know…?”
I had some errands at c.r. park, and usually I prefer to take the scenic route. As I walked, I happened to stumble over a man and a boy of 5, most likely his son. I never pay attention to such things as usually there is an earphone plugged inside my ears. Unfortunately, I missed my earphones and as it happens it made my day.
The father and the son were conversing something that won’t mean anything to anyone, but for the boy, it was a matter of a grave interest indeed… I do not know what the query was, but I overheard the father trying to make a point… “So you see, the little kitten was singing, we both saw her with his mother didn’t we? All the cats sing in the dead of the night, that is there way of praying and thanking god for the lovely night they has been bestowed with…” afterwards I passed them and went ahead, but I learnt something, or may I call it a revelation.
When we grow up, we start losing our innocence and the queries... the curiosity fades, replaced by something more irreparable. None of us are bothered anymore with asking seemingly simple questions. We are so much consumed with conundrums of our lives, that we don’t have time for simplicity. The more complex the things are, the questions are, the more important it becomes, and we lose grip over what really does matter. We are so much busy making things complex that we are far far away from simple things, which suddenly springs up at times, making us quiet uneasy in dealing with. And at times, we are disappointing the younger version of us, as their questions are simple; so simple, that we face intolerable hardships answering them, disapproving them as stupid and idiots…are they really idiots? Or the joke is on us?
Somewhere between childhood and growing up, we lost something that will never be found again.
our curiosity got lost.
Regards.
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