Born by chance

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.