An Angel Next Door-“Nature’s True Mentor"
"KIDS- “The Treasure of knowledge, Love and Happiness.”
I dedicate this piece of blog to my Brother's kid- Monisha for inducing this thought process, being instrumental on this and also a lead character in this write-up.
One fine evening, I was working in my project, it was 8’00 clock night, Friday. Week-end fever touched its record new heights on enthusiastic thermometer. With fit of happiness to close the hectic days work. I started my pulsar bike, had my thoughts rolling on something … a topic which my internal brain was assimilating for a while but never before really activated and handshaked with time to deeply think about this interesting one..yes…its about “KIDS….” ---- The Undiscovered world of knowledge, unconditional love, ……
I just wanna share you my experience with my brother’s kid (1.5 yr old) named “monisha” and what/how she teaches things everyday…it’s quite amazing…
I suppose it’s quite normal in home we have servants/maids, also people who collect garbages. Their identity is known to everyone: a tri-cycle with bags to collect garbage with a helper on the other side and bell to alarm. The garbage collector who comes to our home is married and has literally one year old kid. Her name is “swapana”. They knew only telugu and some tamizh understanding.
Scene:1
When this family comes every day, a bell rings at a distance “Cling” just a meters (10 approximately…). We will all be busy with getting ready to office. My mom preparing tiffin, her thoughts always rolling on preparing us and ensure we don’t skip/forget anything including the break-fast. But she (“Monisha”) will be talking to someone in kitchen or the other, I don’t know how she senses the sound, she immediately jumps like pop-corn out of the vessel and says “Papa”. “papa” runs over hall to entry gate grill…watching for the kid…”
I smile saying …“she himself is a papa and calls someone papa”….
My brothers kid, started sitting next to swapana and so I am, watching all her actions. She was watching what her daily friend does. Her eyes were filled with enthusiasm, thrilled with surprise of seeing a friend of lifetime. Sun of hopes. Popped Quick as quick as a tracer bullet fired accidentally. The eyeballs jumped like grapes spilled from pack of box placed above a rack of a moving train. As though they were thick friends for generations. Zero hesitation. Her legs wheeled similar to our IT girl shopping for a new hand bag….
Such an Effervescence and Exuberance !!! .....
I started running behind her…
Scene: 2
I started a conversation with the garbage collector…..(in ur terms mokka potten)…I asked few questions, he answered, he asked few questions I answered. I spoke in tamizh, he understood and answered. Then I ( I showed my telugu skills J ) He asked about my work, etc, I answered and few in telugu. But he continued speaking in his own tamizh. Then I understood the comedy that I was speaking my own telugu which no one but me can understand, sounded a new script in making..:-) with fit of smile, embarrassment J soona paana…I switched gears then..
Scene:3
She spoke to her something, buzzing sweet fancy voice . Believe it or not, they speak each-other with a script which no one can understand but they communicate effectively and elegantly. The body language of them is amazing, shows they are in-sync in thoughts. “De kadavul nee irukada nu …..thonuchi”
My intention is to travel into the world, trying to insect/intercept their brain signals and tap the information patterns. Before entering, I had mixed intensions trying to be both rational and human. Once I made an entry, I am more than a human...It was everything cosmic. I was able to receive little which gave a good measure of my adulterated/ flavored thoughts belonging to completely alien world as those of the kid’s world. I understood I have deviated my path and have come a long way. But sharing a little drop of ocean, amazing experience, similar to “Avatar hero getting into alien world and likes the world he wished to decode. The world is filled with ethics, ocean with unstoppable waves consisting of unconditional love, freely connecting friendship. Angels of fun and smile… a smoothing air that carries gently anything and everything it its way, cleanses ità meaning they accept everything everyone without sense of doubt.
I have no words to express. My lower and upper jaws got locked. I was stunned to see them communicate very quick and so rapid. Soon they (instant thick friends) started moving step by step towards small stairs outside my home near the gate. Immediately we dragged both of them as there was every possibility they might slip. Boom….I popped from their world.
Scene : 4
Soon my mother got some idli to them to feed the baby. The baby had it. In the mean while, the baby’s father (Garbage collector), collected the garbage from our house.
She was playing. Soon baby’s mother took some cover full of medicine, had few for herself. Fed some tonic to baby. Soon they started leaving our home…The Garbage collector family moved ….sounded “Kuppoi…Kuppoi” ( means “Garbage…Garbage…”). “Cling”..”Cling”……
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Sharing my thought process in above series of incidents…………………..
Any Kid is a source of abundance latent knowledge and innocence.
The truth is we ruin its innocence by feeding stereo typed knowledge/data into it as we slowly lost our beautiful innocence and we brand ourselves as so called "cultured educated grown...".
If so world would have been grown in Quality of People, values and ethics.
This so called "Our Knowledged World" brought...colonialism, 2 world wars, superior outfits, Deviations in society, differences in everything....economy.
Are we learning reverse?......:-)
My brother's kid just touched ...me and smiled when I entered....my heart is melted and words fell in place.....Really wonderful...interact with kids to unlearn your stereo typism and enter into out-of-box world.
Their world where no homework, no hurting, no coding :-), no gossiping, no recession, no revenge, no enmity, no honor killing, no infatuations, no bossing, no untrust. It’s all happiness, love, innocence, knowledge, support, . Topup yourself but u have 2 convert yourself into their world........
Take-home for me: It was eye-opener to me and for all.
Life is just a tick of clock. We can’t live a life twice. Why to hesitate? Why to doubt? Why to carry differences like language, caste, religion, economy status, etc which fetch no benefits?
The message for me from these children “Unconditional Love….” And “Accept someone as they are with hope…..empathy…….
Disclaimer: I am not professional writer or born poet, just share my views or ideas with you. I just start scribbling mostly on events that impact me around, anything and everything. Please pardon me if the content doesn’t match yours or mistakes if any.
My Scribbling continues…
Thanks for the support..
Endrum Natpudan,
Dhana
"KIDS- “The Treasure of knowledge, Love and Happiness.”
I dedicate this piece of blog to my Brother's kid- Monisha for inducing this thought process, being instrumental on this and also a lead character in this write-up.
One fine evening, I was working in my project, it was 8’00 clock night, Friday. Week-end fever touched its record new heights on enthusiastic thermometer. With fit of happiness to close the hectic days work. I started my pulsar bike, had my thoughts rolling on something … a topic which my internal brain was assimilating for a while but never before really activated and handshaked with time to deeply think about this interesting one..yes…its about “KIDS….” ---- The Undiscovered world of knowledge, unconditional love, ……
I just wanna share you my experience with my brother’s kid (1.5 yr old) named “monisha” and what/how she teaches things everyday…it’s quite amazing…
I suppose it’s quite normal in home we have servants/maids, also people who collect garbages. Their identity is known to everyone: a tri-cycle with bags to collect garbage with a helper on the other side and bell to alarm. The garbage collector who comes to our home is married and has literally one year old kid. Her name is “swapana”. They knew only telugu and some tamizh understanding.
Scene:1
When this family comes every day, a bell rings at a distance “Cling” just a meters (10 approximately…). We will all be busy with getting ready to office. My mom preparing tiffin, her thoughts always rolling on preparing us and ensure we don’t skip/forget anything including the break-fast. But she (“Monisha”) will be talking to someone in kitchen or the other, I don’t know how she senses the sound, she immediately jumps like pop-corn out of the vessel and says “Papa”. “papa” runs over hall to entry gate grill…watching for the kid…”
I smile saying …“she himself is a papa and calls someone papa”….
My brothers kid, started sitting next to swapana and so I am, watching all her actions. She was watching what her daily friend does. Her eyes were filled with enthusiasm, thrilled with surprise of seeing a friend of lifetime. Sun of hopes. Popped Quick as quick as a tracer bullet fired accidentally. The eyeballs jumped like grapes spilled from pack of box placed above a rack of a moving train. As though they were thick friends for generations. Zero hesitation. Her legs wheeled similar to our IT girl shopping for a new hand bag….
Such an Effervescence and Exuberance !!! .....
I started running behind her…
Scene: 2
I started a conversation with the garbage collector…..(in ur terms mokka potten)…I asked few questions, he answered, he asked few questions I answered. I spoke in tamizh, he understood and answered. Then I ( I showed my telugu skills J ) He asked about my work, etc, I answered and few in telugu. But he continued speaking in his own tamizh. Then I understood the comedy that I was speaking my own telugu which no one but me can understand, sounded a new script in making..:-) with fit of smile, embarrassment J soona paana…I switched gears then..
Scene:3
She spoke to her something, buzzing sweet fancy voice . Believe it or not, they speak each-other with a script which no one can understand but they communicate effectively and elegantly. The body language of them is amazing, shows they are in-sync in thoughts. “De kadavul nee irukada nu …..thonuchi”
My intention is to travel into the world, trying to insect/intercept their brain signals and tap the information patterns. Before entering, I had mixed intensions trying to be both rational and human. Once I made an entry, I am more than a human...It was everything cosmic. I was able to receive little which gave a good measure of my adulterated/ flavored thoughts belonging to completely alien world as those of the kid’s world. I understood I have deviated my path and have come a long way. But sharing a little drop of ocean, amazing experience, similar to “Avatar hero getting into alien world and likes the world he wished to decode. The world is filled with ethics, ocean with unstoppable waves consisting of unconditional love, freely connecting friendship. Angels of fun and smile… a smoothing air that carries gently anything and everything it its way, cleanses ità meaning they accept everything everyone without sense of doubt.
I have no words to express. My lower and upper jaws got locked. I was stunned to see them communicate very quick and so rapid. Soon they (instant thick friends) started moving step by step towards small stairs outside my home near the gate. Immediately we dragged both of them as there was every possibility they might slip. Boom….I popped from their world.
Scene : 4
Soon my mother got some idli to them to feed the baby. The baby had it. In the mean while, the baby’s father (Garbage collector), collected the garbage from our house.
She was playing. Soon baby’s mother took some cover full of medicine, had few for herself. Fed some tonic to baby. Soon they started leaving our home…The Garbage collector family moved ….sounded “Kuppoi…Kuppoi” ( means “Garbage…Garbage…”). “Cling”..”Cling”……
------------
Sharing my thought process in above series of incidents…………………..
Any Kid is a source of abundance latent knowledge and innocence.
The truth is we ruin its innocence by feeding stereo typed knowledge/data into it as we slowly lost our beautiful innocence and we brand ourselves as so called "cultured educated grown...".
If so world would have been grown in Quality of People, values and ethics.
This so called "Our Knowledged World" brought...colonialism, 2 world wars, superior outfits, Deviations in society, differences in everything....economy.
Are we learning reverse?......:-)
My brother's kid just touched ...me and smiled when I entered....my heart is melted and words fell in place.....Really wonderful...interact with kids to unlearn your stereo typism and enter into out-of-box world.
Their world where no homework, no hurting, no coding :-), no gossiping, no recession, no revenge, no enmity, no honor killing, no infatuations, no bossing, no untrust. It’s all happiness, love, innocence, knowledge, support, . Topup yourself but u have 2 convert yourself into their world........
Take-home for me: It was eye-opener to me and for all.
1. Why didn’t I connect to garbage collector like this before?
a. Did I have a thought on their economy? Divided due to their dirty outfit? . My rational mind said “No, Never” to myself. Then… slowly gave introspection a chance…Real dirtiness is the difference in our deep mind with pre-defined data packets precipitated by progressive difference and deviations created, built everyday brick by brick by the society…economical imbalance? Seeing human as human is the key. Realized their work is far better than what I do dollars because they clean but I lean for a dollar/Euro. “Friend. Thanks for what u do to us”
2. How to accept people and things around without any expectations?
3. The eyes demonstrated “Unconditional Love…….” It just asked me “why should you know someone prior to just start a conversation?. Just be frank and open. Open your wings and fly with hope….it just happens…
4. They connected as just a kid with a kid. Why not we connect as human with human. Problem we try to connect as boss, supervisor, owner, doctor, engineer, banker, store-keeper, trainer, driver, etc wearing a false glass of economic, status.
Life is just a tick of clock. We can’t live a life twice. Why to hesitate? Why to doubt? Why to carry differences like language, caste, religion, economy status, etc which fetch no benefits?
The message for me from these children “Unconditional Love….” And “Accept someone as they are with hope…..empathy…….
Disclaimer: I am not professional writer or born poet, just share my views or ideas with you. I just start scribbling mostly on events that impact me around, anything and everything. Please pardon me if the content doesn’t match yours or mistakes if any.
My Scribbling continues…
Thanks for the support..
Endrum Natpudan,
Dhana
