She writes..
How dearly i wish for my childhood to return, i can never explain. Why do people have to grow old?Why cant we live and die as children ?
Am sure God could have designed things that way if he wanted to. After all he's the creator of the universe, isnt he?
Then why this complication. Growing up is a bad joke played on us. At the end, am sure nature has the last laugh as it points its mighty finger at us and says,"Ha Ha!! Gotcha !!"
As a child, you know what i had always dreamt? To be born as a Bird in my next birth. Sometimes this changed to Fish too. I don't remember the logic behind wanting to be re-born as birds or fishes. May be i wanted to fly away when ever i wanted, may be i wanted to swim away in the big blue ocean. May be i just had a huge fascination to big blue vast spaces. Sky or ocean.
Oh wait a minute, i once wished to be re-born as a crocodile. Please dont ask me why!
Things haven't changed much. I am living the dream life now. Yet, any day i would still let go of everything i had just to go back to being a 5 yr old and dream about such weird stuff. All this experience, all the education, all the technology seems meaningless to me at times. Call it the quarter-life crisis or whatever.
Growing up gives you tons of responsibilities. There's so much expectation for you to prove yourself. 10 years back, all I had to do was pass my maths exam to prove myself. Back then, my only serious concern was to drink milk without any fuss.
You reach 25, people start looking at your material property, question your marital status, question your acheivements. Are you married? Did you finish your PG? Did you buy a house? Do you have the latest mobile ? Where's your car ? When will you have children ? Aren't you going abroad ?
As much as i enjoy answering all these questions to random strangers, I am not a saint after all. I would like to have all these stuffs myself, but why the curiousity? Why so serious?
Why can't life be slow paced?
God, as a 10 yr old, i would just have to wake up in the morning, get nicely fed by mom, wear my brightly pressed uniform, go to school, enjoy the games period and occasionally study, get back home by 3 PM, run outside to play, eat dinner and sleep !! What a life... What-a-Life !!
Bring back those days, i say.
How dearly i wish for my childhood to return, i can never explain. Why do people have to grow old?Why cant we live and die as children ?
Am sure God could have designed things that way if he wanted to. After all he's the creator of the universe, isnt he?
Then why this complication. Growing up is a bad joke played on us. At the end, am sure nature has the last laugh as it points its mighty finger at us and says,"Ha Ha!! Gotcha !!"
As a child, you know what i had always dreamt? To be born as a Bird in my next birth. Sometimes this changed to Fish too. I don't remember the logic behind wanting to be re-born as birds or fishes. May be i wanted to fly away when ever i wanted, may be i wanted to swim away in the big blue ocean. May be i just had a huge fascination to big blue vast spaces. Sky or ocean.
Oh wait a minute, i once wished to be re-born as a crocodile. Please dont ask me why!
Things haven't changed much. I am living the dream life now. Yet, any day i would still let go of everything i had just to go back to being a 5 yr old and dream about such weird stuff. All this experience, all the education, all the technology seems meaningless to me at times. Call it the quarter-life crisis or whatever.
Growing up gives you tons of responsibilities. There's so much expectation for you to prove yourself. 10 years back, all I had to do was pass my maths exam to prove myself. Back then, my only serious concern was to drink milk without any fuss.
You reach 25, people start looking at your material property, question your marital status, question your acheivements. Are you married? Did you finish your PG? Did you buy a house? Do you have the latest mobile ? Where's your car ? When will you have children ? Aren't you going abroad ?
As much as i enjoy answering all these questions to random strangers, I am not a saint after all. I would like to have all these stuffs myself, but why the curiousity? Why so serious?
Why can't life be slow paced?
God, as a 10 yr old, i would just have to wake up in the morning, get nicely fed by mom, wear my brightly pressed uniform, go to school, enjoy the games period and occasionally study, get back home by 3 PM, run outside to play, eat dinner and sleep !! What a life... What-a-Life !!
Bring back those days, i say.
