Innocence.

“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” – Anais Nin.
Girls to please read carefully. The following blog post has a mention to guys’ undergarments. Happy reading. 🙂 And here, goes the blog…

One thing which separates us from the million species living elsewhere in the world is reason. The ability to think. This capability to discuss and debate is the cause of our existence as human beings, without which we would have been just another mammal.
It would be very ironical to say life was happier without this ability.
A complete parallel to reason is innocence. Innocence; one thing which separates the children from the million wise grown up people. Those were the happier times when we did not ‘think’ so much but only thought of things which could keep us happy.

Toffees and icecreams, every hour’s need.
Toys and more toys, the only greed.
For love, care and attention, always keen.
But then came a time when we became teens.

And thus, childhood was awesome. The way mummy used to dress us up, the way she combed our hair was our style statement. What papa said was the truest. No statement was more supreme. But alas, each coming birthday celebrates the fading death of insanity. Childhood was crazy. Only because it was an innocent age. I say that with evidence. An anecdote which forms the idea for this blog post.

My ten-year old brother and I shared the same room on our recent trip to Singapore. We all know how pants are worn on Jockey. When he happened to see it, he leaped in excitement and shouted, “Hawwwww. Underwear!” and then continued teasing me to just leave me smiling in realization. It is sooo cool on our part to have low waist pants on jockey, but for this child it is an underwear. It is. Different is the way we look at it.

Shashank ♥

Shashank ♥

Similarly we all have heard the story of the stupid king who set out on the city tour naked claiming that only the smart could see what dress he was wearing. To show that they were smart, nobody ever gave a reaction when the saw the king in this way. There was, but, only one reaction when a child questioned, “Why is the king naked?” The king resigned.

Thus, innocence. 😀

While talking about the “seven ages”, Shakespeare says how man goes back to his childhood, once he grows old. In this childhood package, everything may come back but not innocence. Maturity is important. Innocence is missed.
How ironical and contradicting a message does this send out? We were happier without our most praised ability? Can life be enjoyed without promoting our self-interests?

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About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on June 7, 2013, in June Diaries. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Beautiful write up and so very true. I too have two 10 year olds and a 4 year old around me, they have a completely different eye for this world.

    We were happier, and we still can be. It’s all good to be wise and mature when needed, but it harms none to be a child sometimes!

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