My best friend is blessed with a brother :P [oops, 2 years ago] i don't like kids actually but they make me think.... Allot! this is what i wrote at her place when i saw him fighting with his mother for wanting to wear pants and not nickers.
Born by
chance!
A little
incomplete in manufacturing, lack of detailing, no logic no reasoning
department, absolute senselessness and comparatively too small; A child is
born! Too much of confusion… in and out. “In” that little bulky flesh, the
motors and muscles have just realized that they have to work on their own now,
and the testing begins… finger, hands, head, lips, tear glands, saliva ducts,
legs, feet etc begin their trial sessions. And sudden jam results into those
jerks. “Outside” are excitements, nervousness, extra careful behavior and
endless attempts to try and understand what he really wants.
That little
thing gets exposed. To the wide spectrum of light. To the various shades of
bright. To uncountable hues and colors and to the vast energies around. To what
touch feels like, to what movement looks like. To what vibrations sound like,
to what wind hits like. And everything else that constitutes this planet, or
let’s just say the rooms because that probably is equivalent. For first few
months you actually are speechless (Pun intended). I have seen how your eyes
get wide as if wanting to fit in everything at once. How unconsciously you take
double deep breath trying to balance. How you make efforts and how revelatory is “birth”. Every moment is an adventure. Every
existence is surprise. Every inch is beautiful. Every particle has life. Sleep
whenever, eat wherever. Want something? Just cry. It’s “their” responsibility
to understand and act accordingly. You, listen to the sound of everything, see
how many different shapes subsist. How volume play. Wonder on vibes. Play with
the feelings your sense organs give you. You see, you feel and then you forget
and this is how every moment is as amazing as it is supposed to be. Look
outside, see inside. Keep staring at anything and stay amused. And then comes
the urge to participate. Become a part of commotions, act and react. Ultimate
joy is when body comes in sync with the brain and you don’t aimlessly try to
throw everybody part in distinct directions. Hand moves when you want to hold
something and legs respond when you want to get somewhere. And you make an
effort of trying to be a human being. Learn the language we speak, the manners
we adopt, dresses we put, make-up we apply, cars we drive and other countless
objectives.
Had you
spent some more time with those angels out there, they would have made you
impregnable for a longer period of time. They would have given you more immunity
to fight logic and “growing up syndrome”. When you begin to understand, you
lose it all. I would say being stupid is a blessing. Ignorance is bliss. You should have come more prepared. And yet
again, another one is born by chance.
