Never Too Old

This is all about connecting my yesterday to me more than a decade ago. I have been in search of the road to my happiness again, to go back to my childhood, toys, colors, and unlimited fun. Do we have to be kids to do all that we want? Have we all preloaded our brain with ’to-do for the adults’ and ‘only for kids’ things? Probably we all have. We have sealed our dreams of childhood into a box of blissful memories and we don’t want to add to it or we rather don’t try to.

Last week was my pre-finals time and I have been exhausted rushing through pages after pages and not finishing my lessons. The weary week also had my practical exams.

I had to give my PSM practical, last day. I had a Pediatrics case to present, a 3-year-old mischievous boy. While I was taking his history from his grandmother he was trying to grab everything I had, my answer booklet, my stethoscope, my instruments. After I was done with it, I was to examine the child. I started playing with the child to grab his attention. Very soon, I forgot it was my exam and I was lost in the child’s giggles and play.

Life is as simple as this. A 3-year-old boy who was no one to me made my day and pulled me out through all the exasperation. While I see the kid inside me regaining its birth, slowly, rendering me breezy, I could see my devil-may-care attitude growing inside. I choose to remain in unwoken, conceiving that I am not too old to be kiddish.

I am not too old to be kiddish.

As a child, I have always dreamt of growing up, being independent, talk about great matters, and do my chores alone. But now I find a mirage here. Going to my childhood is my new dream and to keep dreaming the same way.

May you all know this, no one is too old to be kiddish and to do things that you want to. Unleash your maturity. Adulthood is a chain at times, bounding you into an old hat. Liberate yourself and foster the mischievous kid in you.

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Have we all succumbed to the Digital trauma?📱

Have we all succumbed to the Digital Trauma? I mean, have we lost control over ourselves that we cannot manage an hour of the day without our smartphone?

I would call it trauma, that is more fatal than physical ones because you would never know its impact until you have lost yourself to it and you want to come out of it but not able to find a way out. It is like a slow-growing benign tumor, that is initially outside you but gradually get into your body and suddenly turns malignant. I think the 21st Century has already fallen prey to the digital world and cannot find their ways out of it. And I strongly suggest, it’s high time to get out of it before it becomes more fatal.

I could see the kids, even the toddlers refusing to take their feeds, without a cartoon or a smartphone in their hand. I could see kids of two or three years of age grizzling for an iPhone X. I could see The elders chastise them and they go back to their phones pretending to be working, checking emails for hours together.

The World mental health day is observed on October 10. In 2018, the theme put forth by WHO was ”Young people and Mental Health in a Changing World”. The expanding use of online technologies, while undoubtedly bringing many benefits, can also bring additional pressure, as connectivity to virtual networks at any time of day and night grows. Young people living in these situations are particularly vulnerable to mental distress and illness, they say.

Everyone in a house is alone. All settle down to the posts on Instagram, see what their friends share. Some are into pornographic videos, the greatest destruction that one causes to oneself because it eats you up and you wouldn’t know. This has been causing the widest devastation in the digital world and there is no control over it. Some would settle into News, some to any of the other posts which absolutely makes no sense, but apparently, have taken the place of most authentic resources ever. This is yet another malediction to the society that people tend to believe that hypertension, Diabetes, and Cancer do not exist and they are creations of doctors and the pharmaceutical industry if the social media says so. What if they say Pregnancy does not exist? Would people go in favor of that as well?

It’s high time that we change this situation. Let us not give our precious free time to our smartphones but to our hobbies that have parted ways probably long back that we have forgotten them.

Keep your hobbies alive.

Your heart would be at peace if your leisure time is taken over by your hobbies rather than your smartphones. Your hobbies have even more power than anything else that shows up in Social Media. Go out talk to your friends and family or ring them up for a positive impact. Play till you sweat. And live your life to the fullest.

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A Confession to Self

Have I been so ambitious,

That I have lost my way,

To my dreams that were all?

Have I been so committed,

That I have lost the ones,

Who loved me once?

Have I been so sincere

That I am locked up

In the justice of my own creation?

Have I been in love,

That I have lost myself,

In my own battle?

I woke up from nothingness,

Into the pale hues of reality,

Drifting away from my reverie,

Succumbed to my devastation.

But I proclaim to myself,

To fix upon what I am.

Let the naysayers and critics

Do their part.

But I shall not stop

Until my heart needs a stop.

I let go of the things,

That was not mine.

And walk forth,

Until my heart needs a stop.

Stepping out of Mediocrity

Has it been too late that we have forgotten to be ourselves? Are we all pushing through hours that haven’t been ours’ at all? Have you stopped pursuing your hobbies? Have you ever wondered what do you really want from your own self?

Well! Let me tell you about my side. It has been long that I have settled into a mediocre state of life set by the indiscernible power that has subdued me and maybe a few of you. I have been wrapped up in my books, college, and home as many of us out in the city. The same pathway that just leads to a destination, that many in the crowd have traveled, have amused me in the past. But now, it took me to go through a whole train of events, to realize that they are just places wherein roadmaps have been set and that is not what I wanted from myself.

I wanted to read, know things, learn more, more than my books, and grow and keep growing until I create a new roadmap to a new destination. As the fixity of my purpose has gained my own attention, my dreams have winged its way to its pursuit.

I have been a bit motivated by a short movie by Disney, Piper. It trails through the fear of water of a baby bird and her overcoming of the fear after she sees a group of hermit crabs digging into the sand to find food deeper and keep from being buffeted by the tide. The bird survived and have started loving what she did.

There have been a lot of such chunks of inspiration that have propelled me out of my boundaries of fear of failure. And now, I fear not of failing but of regret that would, at the age of thirty, forty, fifty, seventy, cripple me down into a debilitating self.

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