In a primary school sports day, they had their first event “balloon Game”. Each child had balloons tied to their ankle with string, and hands tied at their back. The object of the game was to burst other kid's balloons by whatever means possible, but they had to keep their own balloon from popping at the same time. The winner was the last child with maximum inflated balloons.
The game went like this,
Kids were tied with balloons, the whistle was blown. The kids pinched, stomped, squashed, ran, fought, jumped and enjoyed the blast! The game was about to end .PT Master walked his way to middle of the ground to declare the winner, the child who still was left with two inflated balloons.
Suddenly one cute kid, who stood next to the master all the while, ran inside the ground. Before everyone realized what happened, he busted the winner's (one who survived all the attacks for about 5 min) balloon. Every one stood suprised rather shocked.PT Master questioned the kid why he stood aloof all the while; he replied innocently that he never understood the instructions and so moved to a corner from where he watched everyone burst each other’s balloons. At the end when he caught sight of a guy with inflated balloons still tied at the back, he just sprang bursted it.
He was declared as Winner! All the other kids congratulated him.
Neither they formed a team and called for a strike nor did they walk out for the injustice. Instead they cheered up the winner. There was no commotion, no crying. The moment the winner was declared, the game ended for them. Every one moved on to the next game. All of them kept their zest going till the end and enjoyed rest of games throughout the day.
Looking back today, on all the joy and laughter our childhood has given us, we would often want to return to those good old days. Pinned with treasured memories everyone loves to reminisce about their childhood often. It still lingers in our thoughts, maybe because of the innocence or that we never knew to brood at that age or that we had lot of friends (I mean every person we met was our friend, there were no selection criteria because we had no expectations about our friends.) Even if we were rivals one day, we became friends the other, very easily.
One to walk and two to talk,
At that age we had friends at every door knock!
As we grow up, we see lot of smiles,
Some walk with us few miles,
Many hands we shake but very few are our friends.
We try to put lot of effort to understand the history and geography of every happening and expect too much out of other person. Analyzing the past brings lot of ill feelings, negative thoughts, wrong perceptions and jealousy. Relationship goes on… as we keep our cool and if we learn to forgive and forget.
“Alone I smile, together we laugh,
…. Alone I live, together we celebrate
That’s the magic of WE”.
