I always thought “Creativity” isn’t at all a suitable word for my darling son. He is intelligent, bright and bit more naughty than his peers. He is crazy about gadgets; love to explore the new apps in the virtual world (Yeah, these days quite busy with the PokemonGo), an avid reader and a fanatical fan of “Geronimo Stilton” books. As a typical Salman Khan fan, he would love stunts more in a movie than the story or the idea. He would imagine himself as one among the Avengers (mostly Tony Stark-The Iron Man) and would have his versions of rescuing the world from aliens. One of his most cherished wish is to become a Power Ranger in SPD (Space Patrol Delta) more for riding those ultra electronic vehicles and weapons than fighting with Grum or any intra galaxial war...
Little did I know that he had a wonderful imagination of weaving stories and exploring the oceans? As I registered for the #colgatemagicalstories I had an idea to make him bit creative. But I was taken aback by his stories….
Read his story in my poetic expressions….
When I had a Trip into the Magical World Of Ocean...
I always wished to become a Prince Of a Kingdom in a far fetching Land To enjoy the freedom of doing things Whatever I feel or I want
The Oceans often attracted me a lot
As they look amass with mystery and fun I wish I had a voyage to sail through it To explore the magical world
It seemed as if My Wish was granted that day
As I had a beautiful Ship at my disposal to use To sail through the thrilling world of watery land In the midst of chilling whispers of blue
As I cruise through dividing the wind in part My thrills had no boundaries to obstruct I had a sound of someone calling me with my name And I found it was “Quimzy -The Octopus”
He looked so friendly as if knew him before He winked his eye and say Hi! to me We became friends: I was happy to have him in the ship I loved his company in my magical trip
I never knew that there was much more fun Awaiting me ahead in the oceanic land As I saw dancing Dolphins welcoming me With a theatric and amusing sounds
They danced and danced paving my way To a far reaching coral reef land I saw a beautiful palace at a distance In the midst of wonderland
A voice came from where I don’t know That I should step in to the island of coral reef To meet up with a beautiful princess - MERMAID And take her along with me explore the magical trip
I did so, and she was happy to join us in our voyage
We did lots of fun and frolic things
Dancing Dolphins and singing octopus
To the tunes of waves of oceanic strings
I heard a sound so familiar to me
Calling my name again and again
It became bit rude and disturbed my joy
I stopped my Ship to see who it was then
It was Mom, shouting at me to wake me up in the morning
Asking me to get ready for the schools as much possible as quick
I realized that I was in dreams sailing through the sea
And meeting up with creatures living in the deep
That was really a magical trip and a wonderful dream I must say Treasure hunt, fun and mystic things you will find on your way
It was a rainy day. The children in the class were making
noise. There was no teacher in the class. It was just before the last period. Everybody
had packed their bags as they knew that no class was going to be there.
Suddenly Neeta Mam, entered into the class. Kids weren’t happy. Obviously, who
would love to read in a rainy afternoon? Neeta
Mam was strict. She wouldn’t let the class enjoy. Instead she would start
teaching a lesson.
But Neeta Mam, was different that day. Probably the rain
outside had poured some drops on her moods as well. She said there would be no
lesson. Instead she would talk something different. Kids were happy.
So kids, I want to know, what you wanted to be….? She asked
in a cheerful voice.
Doctor, astronaut, film actor….etc. there were random
prompts in the class. Then she said everybody to be quite, and answer one by
one. A little girl was sitting in one of
the corner benches and asked her friend sitting in the same, what to say…
Arre baba, you say what “You always wanted be...” Just the
way I always wanted to be a dancer”. she said dancing her eyes. She was learning Odissi those days.
Bewildered I(yeah, the girl was me) had no clue that day on what I always wanted to
be...honestly I didn’t know much about the professions/careers. The only thing I knew I
loved reading and I always wanted to study more and more…
When my turn came, I said the same. The entire class burst into laughter.It looked so stupid. Study! Who loves to
study or read especially kids? It was innocent but true. I always enjoy
reading. And I had a fantasy to study more and acquire all the degrees under
As I grew up, the dream remained the same though trimmed up
bit by bit as per the profession I thought of and also the subjects of
interests. The first profession I liked to be was “Doctor”. The reason was “the
sophisticated look of a doctor attracted me a lot” and biology being my favorite
subject. But it didn’t happen…
There were many things came in between. Sometime I wanted to
be a badminton player, sometime a scientist. I acquired some of the degrees I wanted
but there are so many still there, unfulfilled. I tried out to make a career in
certain things which clicked momentarily but never linger. With time I understood
certain things are beyond human control.
But one thing always stayed the same “I always wanted to
study or read…whatever it may be, whatever I wish to”. So finally, one fine day
I realized that I had achieved what I
always wanted to. I found myself in my own fantasy land where I
can read whatever I want to, do study/research on whatever touches my
mind/interests and pursue a course if I feel
A freedom of what I always wanted to….
Sometime I really wonder why I didn’t stick to a profession.
Why did I face the inescapable circumstances to pursue them? Was it a
conspiracy by the universe? Because, had it been so, I would have been constrained
to give much of my time and a big part of myself to the same and left with little time to enjoy
what I always wanted to…
They whispered on my ear as they fall on the Earth,
Falling is not always declining or moribund…My dear
As falling from heaven is homecoming for us
As I saw them welcomed by the whole world
With soulful songs of ecstatic hearts
I trail the memory lane of those nostalgic moments
Quiescent memoirs of fantasy land
The dancing peacocks to the tune of pitter patter raindrops
Magical aura of rain kissed emerald vista of mother earth
Under the canvas of white and grey vapors
The dim fading sunlight seep through the hazy clouds
The rhythm of downpour on the cradle of hills,
The whistling farmer ploughing on the fields
The sodden droplets from the green leaves
The dripping roofs and the flooded fields
Looking at the puddles my glances struck to my static feet
The Splattering water from the puddles
Beneath the crazily stomping little feet
And the sound of clapping and laughing
That once held my spirit unbounded and wild
All reminded me those days of fun and blissful time...
With rain...it makes me feel that the child in me is still alive
Neither the Rain changed itself nor did the soul in me ever grow up
The Sheer Drops again said me that...
Without rains, the earth dries up
And without blessings, Life becomes a Drought
With rains we all have our own memory lane. We all grow along with the rain filling out the scrapbook of our life with colorful drizzly memories so passionately collected over the years somewhat innocently and sometime unknowingly.
I could remember my delightful gestures and twinkling eyes looking at the increase level of Rivers, ponds and other water bodies with every shower of rain, but today I understood that the fullness that comes with rains is the supremacy of blessings in life.
Rain pawns, Paper boats, Puddles, colorful - Umbrellas Rainwater, Fun, Floodgates of Nostalgia.