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Way back in the 90's when i was still in school, i used to wait expectantly for Children's day.
On November 14th every year all the teachers of my school became very busy arranging cultural programs for the students. In a reversal of roles, the teachers used to prepare skits, songs and dance and perform for us students, while we clapped, cheered and enjoyed ourselves.
Now, I have a haunch that my teachers also used to look forward to this event as much as i did, because i have realized that it is wonderful to be a kid when you are grown up.
The excitement simply cannot be expressed in words but must be felt and experienced.

So i will not talk much in this post, but will leave you with the pictures and the video.

I will end this post by saying that this play was a part of the cultural fest at office.

Watch the video, enjoy and do leave your comments. I hope it will remind you of all the old Doordarshan programs, as it did to me :) :)

The original Doordarshan video is here

Aaja bachpan ek baar phir

What is it I hear after a gong is struck? After the actual music disappears….

Should I call it an echo?

The sound waves are lost, but not quite...they seem to reverberate again, and once again…

I hear them in my ears or do I hear them inside my head?....

Do I really hear them at all….or do I just feel them?

Floating around a long time after the sound of music has actually passed…

Some memories are exactly like these gongs.

They come back again and again, even if they have happened in the long past

I seem to hear and see them so clearly…

and feel them in my heart too …

They reverberate inside me and leave me enchanted...

And I wish nothing else but to go back there just once more,

Just once more to those beautiful childhood days….

.

Who wouldn’t want to go back to those carefree and jolly days?

Days which were spent playing hide and seek,

Catching butterflies with huge saucers…

Scouring snails in abandoned houses....

Of all the naughty stuff done..some caught and some uncaught….

For that unblemished laughter, for that limitless fun….

After growing up, not many will get the opportunity to find them back.

If you do find it, it is priceless.

Subadra kumari chauhan has expressed this longing beautifully in her Hindi poem

Bar bar aati hai mujko, madhur yaad bachpan teri,

gaya le-gaya tu jeevan ki sabse madhur khushi meri.

Chinta rahit khelna khaana vaha phirna nirbhay swachand

Kaise bhula jaa saktha hai bachpan ka atulit aanand.

Unlike subhadra kumari chauhan, who found her childhood again in her daughter,

I too found my childhood, but elsewhere….

Though for a short while, it made me nostalgic and I felt like a kid once more…

How and when?

Coming up in the next post….stay tuned.

Time....

She sits by the clear blue creek,

watching its grandiose mystique,

waiting for the golden sun on horizon,

tossing little grey pebbles one by one.

Time flows forever, like a stream

Or does the stream flow in time?

Time stops for no one they said,

Yet it stops the whole world, instead.

For it shall only turn on its own slow wheels,

all the bugging while its enigma it conceals.

The water and sky shall glow gold and sublime,

She has to fling her stones now, fling until its time...