Reminiscence is something that we all revel in. Be it with school friends, college friends, office colleagues, friends, relatives, and so on. One phase that we never reminisce is our childhood – but someone else reminisces that phase for us, and typically that tends to be the person who reared you or was a part of your innocence / adolescence days.
Just the other day two children were fighting over once chocolate – when there was a full packet on the side, but both were adamant that they wanted just that piece of chocolate. In the struggle the ensued, one child got the better of the other and claimed possession of the prized chocolate, and immediately commotion followed, because the other child (loser) cried so loudly that people around gathered.
They asked the crying child what the problem was and lo the child blurted out and immediately the solution found – the other child was reprimanded and this child given that prized chocolate. Now the child was smiling in glee and the other one was morose. This actually made me wonder as to who is the winner or loser?
I think of so many instances, where as an outsider, I would want to criticise the parent for not letting the children face reality and making them happy, just because one is seeking momentary peace and not get into doing anything major.
This is akin to the popular Wrestling shows on Television, wherein one person proves his ability and is declared as the winner, and the loser immediately retorts in the form of protests, technical complaints, seeking a rematch or asking to reverse the result. That childhood instinct in us never dies, for we want to prove that we won.
Maybe in childhood it was a parent or an elder who anointed you to cosmetic position of making you feel as a Winner. We are continually seeking someone like that all across our career who can make us feel as winner.
Are we responsible for rearing Winners and create a world of illusion right from childhood, and then panic when the same child as an adult has problems coping up with reality.
Guess, the proverb As we sow, so your reap actually goes live in our lives!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Aspirations, Ego, Hopes and Balloons
As a child, we are all fascinated by balloons, and , true enough – call it aspirations, ego, or hopes, we all like it in Inflated states. The first time we come across one must be making the child wonder in amazement and give the feeling of `So Near, Yet So Far’. The child is not able to hold the balloon in the hand and goes around chasing it. Maybe, the colour of the balloon could be quite fascinating or even the shape.
Pick it and crush it, as is the tendency, and behold, it burst like a bomb making a big noise. There is a sudden shock, a brief pang of fear and then tears for something that was in your hand right now and now it isn’t. You feel someone has robbed you of your most fascinating toy, but it is your own actions. A loser feeling!
People lure you on the size of a balloon saying the one that I blew is bigger, and you get attracted towards it. But remember handling big balloons are more tougher than handling smaller ones, but yet we fall for it, and don’t like to face the consequences. A loser feeling!
It’s the child’s first birthday and there is celebrations, festoons, decorations around, and, not to forget the large balloons and a big one over the cake. The sizes overwhelm you, and what the invitees do is burst them, and now the child wonders – is the balloon for blowing of bursting. Something that I cherished the most, is being blown away as celebration.
The next in the balloons is a gas balloon, and we are all fascinated by such a thing that in the imaginary world, we aspire that if we le t this out with lots of string, the balloon will touch the sky or break free from the sky and we start doing so. But the balloon only goes so far and not above that how much ever sting you leave free. But when the string breaks – the balloon rockets into the sky. You watch at it with absolute despair and sorrow of having lost something dear, and as if the world has come to an end. A loser feeling!
A simple toy like a balloon that you handle as a child, and one implants the loser feeling in you at such an early stage, yet one wants to runaway, because you can buy another one and comfort yourself as being the winner.
Pick it and crush it, as is the tendency, and behold, it burst like a bomb making a big noise. There is a sudden shock, a brief pang of fear and then tears for something that was in your hand right now and now it isn’t. You feel someone has robbed you of your most fascinating toy, but it is your own actions. A loser feeling!
People lure you on the size of a balloon saying the one that I blew is bigger, and you get attracted towards it. But remember handling big balloons are more tougher than handling smaller ones, but yet we fall for it, and don’t like to face the consequences. A loser feeling!
It’s the child’s first birthday and there is celebrations, festoons, decorations around, and, not to forget the large balloons and a big one over the cake. The sizes overwhelm you, and what the invitees do is burst them, and now the child wonders – is the balloon for blowing of bursting. Something that I cherished the most, is being blown away as celebration.
The next in the balloons is a gas balloon, and we are all fascinated by such a thing that in the imaginary world, we aspire that if we le t this out with lots of string, the balloon will touch the sky or break free from the sky and we start doing so. But the balloon only goes so far and not above that how much ever sting you leave free. But when the string breaks – the balloon rockets into the sky. You watch at it with absolute despair and sorrow of having lost something dear, and as if the world has come to an end. A loser feeling!
A simple toy like a balloon that you handle as a child, and one implants the loser feeling in you at such an early stage, yet one wants to runaway, because you can buy another one and comfort yourself as being the winner.
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