Our parents love us, but our grandparents’ love is of a very different kind. They have been parents, they have had kids, now all they want to do to their grandkids is pamper them. Same is the case with Amitabh Bachchan who took to his pen and paper and jotted down a beautiful poem on the occasion of Aaradhya Bachchan‘s birthday.
Wonder is the element that provoked the human to discover, express, develop, imagine …
Wonder is the element that is obsessed by the presence it has generated in the eyes and nature of the child ..
Wonder it is that becomes the greatest visible asset to one that can safely be classified in the realm of ‘the child’ …
And wonder it is that is enough evidence of the maturity in them that would always be termed, immature ..
They are the world … they are the ‘being’ that beckons for all that is known and unknown .. for all that needs attention and concern .. for all that has been looked upon as sensitive and of gift of nature .. they are the new born .. they are the toddlers … they are the frocked and panted little geniuses .. they are our future and our present … they are now .. we are then ..
And in its abundance has one seen them today – surprised and stony eyed, in disbelief and apprehensive … indoctrinated into some of the normal rituals of every home .. programmed for posterity, and for the present ..
Whatever would we do without them .. freeze them at age four or maybe earlier .. allow them the freedom and liberty of any human .. give them the space of expression and you shall find that your attention span increases .. you find life just that little bit more exciting .. and your living, a living of immense meaning !!
And then they suddenly grow up .. beyond expectation and reward .. they mingle with them that teach and learn and guide and impress .. and they demonstrate their aptitude .. an aptitude which I believe they acquire between the age of 0 – 4 years – the most effective and influential period of their lives .. and they deliver .. at times good at times indifferent .. and one fine day they are no longer them that you imagined not so long ago .. tuned, administered and independent ..
They seek freedom and they seek path and distance and horizon ..
And then they submit .. to either of the modes that nature provides them ..
From followers they become the followed .. from learners they become the learned .. from the one that held, they become the one you hold ..
And then you disappear .. into the wilds of the space which produced them and you .. and you wonder before, whether they shall continue in the spirit of their existence, or design fresh and new pathways, that would be reminders for the others on the way to them ..
And so does life move on…
Life from birth till the end is nothing but one simple wonder … !!
And wonder is what one sees in abundance in them that celebrate today…
Child is the ultimate obsession of humankind, mankind, womankind…
This is for every child out there :)