“Hey it’s raining”, I announced to my kiddo.
“It’s time to splash and have some fun, because monsoons are joyous times and makes childhood memorable. We love the smell of wet mud, and sail paper boats in water puddles. Or maybe we could play football in the rain. How about sharing that single umbrella and taking a walk down the lane, jumping into every puddle we comes across? Let’s spot a rainbow as the sun peeps through the clouds or step outside to open our arms and dance with glee. Its monsoon time and let’s be silly and do childish things.”
Alas, this is all nothing but wishful thinking!!!!
Come monsoons, and every year, hundreds of cases of dengue are reported across India. The most notorious numbers were reported in Delhi last year. The National Capital saw over 15,000 cases in 2015, by far the capital’s worst outbreak in recent years. The year also saw a high mortality rate for dengue with 38 deaths. And among those inflicted with this deadly virus last year, were my two little girls. Luckily, they fought the virus back and turned out recovered pretty soon. Yet, that fear lurks in me that things could have got worse.
I sometimes feel sorry for the children of today. Not only are they heavily burdened with activities and academics, the outdoor activities also seem to have reduced due to the fear of falling ill. We today live in cities that are populated, and the environment may not entirely be healthy for an active mind and growing body. Children today are bereft of these simple pleasures of monsoon showers.
As a young girl, years back, I would love the monsoons. I would listen to their sound, watch the water lashing on the pavement and smell the wet mud. I would run out with my friends once the rain stopped, armed with paper boats. We would jump on puddles splashing water on each other. No longer would I be able to give my daughter a childhood such as this. I would think a hundred times before I could let my little one, float that paper boat in the tiny muddy stream by the roadside. I would hesitate to let her jump in puddles…
Small joys of monsoon robbed?
Under his umbrella we all live. Seasons and our lives are so similar.
It’s blazing hot in Delhi. The temperatures are soaring and the sun shines down on us fiercely. As I walked down the street, the hot afternoon wind blows across my face. I am parched and I crave for those few precious drops of water. I am drained and tired. How I miss the seasons gone by- of spring and winter.
Aren’t our lives so similar to the seasons? Sometimes I wonder if the seasons are out there to tell us something.
Life has phases just like seasons. Spring reflects the days in life when we can afford to be carefree, relaxed and not bogged down with issues. Those precious childhood days when it seemed the whole world was ours.
Summer is similar to days when we have that long list of responsibilities on our shoulders. We may be tired, yet we trudge along, because we need to keep going. The days seem long until we finally hit the bed in the night.
Autumn is like the years when we start to slowly shed some of our responsibilities, beginning to look inward- philosophic and calm. Probably expecting those chill days ahead.
And of course the cold winters. The icy chill near the end of our life. All gloomy and alone.
Life sure has its set of seasons.
I have often wondered what makes people spit in public places. Why is it is so difficult for people to keep those few extra milli-litres of saliva within themselves? It’s a mystery that has baffled me…
This morning as I drove from upscale Chanakyapuri to Gurgaon Sector 29, my eyes witnessed the woeful habit on the streets of Delhi. From the red- stained teeth “pan” eaters to elegantly dressed english speaking individuals, the habit of spitting seems to be commonly prevalent.
And if you thought this habit is restricted to the lower income group, well, you sure need to think again. A middle aged lady dressed in what seemed to be clothes bought from an upscale store, rolled down her window to get that extra milli-litre of saliva out. In perfect projectile motion the spray of saliva splattered on the pavement. A little later, I spotted a little kiddo roll down the window of the Audi he was in and spit out his half- chewed gum, right on the road.
When that extra bit of saliva seems to be a bother, people go to any extent to relieve themselves of it.But what happens when one is in their very own home?Do they instantly dispose that extra bit in their bed room or living room?
The answer is a big NO.
So when one is outside home, isn’t it just simple to carry a small packet/ bag/container to get that bit out, instead of spreading infection across?