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Play-dates from my childhood.

     
                Bachpan ke din bhi kya din theyy!   Isn't this how we reminisce about our childhood, wistfully? Those golden years  filled with innocence, tinkling with unadulterated laughter and brimming with a purity of heart we seldom find once we cross over into our youth. Ah! An absolute delight - those days of our childhood.
           I often go there for a long walk - in memories embedded in the deep recesses of my mind  -  when I need to  get away from this madding adult world, and find for myself some peace and calm. Those moments of pure joy, when we flitted about like butterflies from flower to colourful flower, taking in those varied scents and experiencing sheer ecstasy.  How palpable those moments seem today, as if it were just yesterday that we were those little people enjoying life, oblivious to the impending future.  Those silly games, the laughter and the tears, the bruised knees and the broken hearts when friends fought for inane reasons. Especially, the games.
         Sadly, today's children  miss out on the fun that we enjoyed in our past. Today, kids are mostly found  with their  eyes glued to the latest gizmos, and heads buried in their e-books, completely oblivious to the joys that lie outside their homes.   Those childish games we played, the outdoors, the parks with the swings and the slides - they all seem to be calling out to these little people. Really, where are they?
         I remember how I and my friends would  gather with our dolls and chat endlessly, when mum would chid us for wasting the evenings and encourage us to play. She would teach us games she played as a child herself. Games, which we found very entertaining! There  was  aatya paatya - a game, which required us to enter a grid of squares from one end and exit at the other end without getting caught by the other team that was scattered all over the grid. How enthusiastic we would be, all along getting orders from our team leader to be careful.
         Then there was blind man's bluff, catching the cook, hide-n-seek, lagori, hop-scotch, and, oh, there were so many! And, how exhilarated we would be! Play time was the best time of the day; it was something we waited for all day long.  And, today, I hardly see children outdoors! They do play, but only when the cricket fever is on. No other game, no other activity. How very dull and unstimulating that feels!
       Every time I see kids with their laptops or iPads, I get a strong urge to grab those gizmos, fling them out of the windows and push the children outdoors to indulge in some physical activity. I could very well teach them a game or two, which they might enjoy.  Maybe a game of blind man's bluff could get them into the mood, or even a high energy game of lagori. All that screaming and shouting and dodging the ball to save themselves would definitely get these kids interested.
         Wishful thinking, that! Taking into consideration the highly competitive life of today and the constant arrival of new tech-toys, it sure seems a difficult proposition, getting children to turn outdoorsy. However, having said that, I would really want the tiny tots to enjoy the outdoors, at least once in a while. Just forget their studies and leave the constant battle for better grades aside and go out -  to play, to get some oxygen into their lungs, to laugh hysterically with their friends over silly games and to return rejuvenated. That is my wish for the children of today.
       How I wish I had Aladdin's magic lamp. I would rub it, and poof! out would come a genie granting me a wish. I would ask him to steal all that  technology from those tiny hands and transport those little souls outdoors! The parents would love it, for sure! Wouldn't they?
         


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  1. Great post. Shilpa. Kids are too immersed in technology and losing out on connecting with the real world. Adults too fall into this trap of being a prisoner to our devices. We need to unplug and remember what's real and what's important.

    Fun to hear about your childhood and the games you played. Sounded so idyllic. What does that first sentence mean? I'd love to know the translation of it.

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    1. Thank you, Cat! Yes, childhood was fun...idyllic! How I miss it!
      The first sentence is a line from an old Hindi movie song. It means, how wonderful were those days of our childhood! Bachpan means childhood. 😊 the actress in this song was reminiscing about her childhood .

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  2. Shilpa..simply cute!!...im just at the threshold of blogging...hoping to learn and grow..:)

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    1. Thank you, Sunitha! Welcome to this amazing world of blogging! Wish you the very best!

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