Think....

Have we ever stopped to wonder why the star-stricken night sky, with a calm breeze blowing across our face can soothe us while overwhelming us with tears of nostalgia at the same time? And when the same breeze gets a bit angry and one, just one, bolt strikes across the sky, we are scared. Scared of the unearthly presence. Why?

When our own younger sister / brother demands us of a toy, a present or some money, we reach out, with all our heart and give them more than what they asked for, not thinking for one second about the insane amount of money spent. But when a young boy / girl of about the same age asks us for a mere insignificant penny, we shy out, pretend not to hear them or simply shoo them off. Didn’t we pledge all Indians to be our brothers and sisters? Then why?

When you think of something so ingenuously cryptic that none of your friends can understand and then you proceed to explain them the details, savoring each moment of triumph, that’s the best thing that has happened to this world after sliced bread. And when one of your friends says something that appeals a bouncer to you at first glance, you say with a straight face “Get real, man. This ain’t a fairy tale”. Doesn’t he/she deserve a shot at explaining? Then why?

When one of our friends starts to get a bit wet around the corners of his/her eyes after watching an emotional scene or at the pang of failure, he is a fragile wimp. And when the same thing happens with us, how come there is always something in our eye? Why? Where is the fragility now?

When we are young and knew nothing of this world, we always longed for (and even cried at times for) our parents the moment they went out of sight. And today, when we are all grown up all we ever want to do is get as far away from our parents as possible just because their presence makes us feel awkward? Why? Where did that feeling go?

But do we ever stop to think how our behavior makes the other person feel? If you ask me, then the night didn’t want to scare us. Maybe it just got a bit more playful. The innocent child, maybe she needed some money so that she could make her younger sibling happy. Maybe that friend spoke up in such a fashion just because he/she wanted to join in the conversation desperately but couldn’t find any way to speak up. Maybe the friend who started crying had a nostalgic moment seeing the scene in the movie that he never ever wanted to remember again. Maybe our parents find it just hard to believe that their son/daughter is growing up so fast and don’t want to be left behind all forgotten in the race.

It’s a fact that we do change along the way as we grow up, but is it correct if that change makes us a completely different person than we all once were? Yes, it may be a good way for us to deal with the changing world, but have we ever thought what that would make those people feel who loved the old “us”?

Think about it.