The ‘mature’ kid

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“A small step can bring about great change.”

I realised this statement even better when I found a little school going kid, involving in some really unpredictable behaviour.
Yes, unpredictable because, generally kids at tender ages of 4 to 5 years, who probably attend kinder garten, are involved in playing with soft toys and dreaming about their favourite cartoon characters, glancing through comic books and listening to bed time stories from their parents. You must be thinking, why am I explaining all these! That would be better adressed by the following excerpt of what I, visualised while waiting for my bus at a bus stop.

Probably, the kid was waiting for his mom at the bus stop after he deboarded his school bus with his friends.
Few minutes later, a well built muscular man passed by, dropping the banana peel on the road along with a plastic bottle. He crushed the bottle with his feet and strolled along , chatting on his phone.

Point to be marked here; there was a dustbin just adjacent to the spot where he threw the bottle and the banana peel.All he had to do, was to bent his hand a little and the disposal would have been proper.

Within few seconds, the kid rushed and picked up the banana peel and the bottle and disposed it off into the dustbin.

He took out his bottle, cleaned his hands and kept the bottle back into his little school bag.
A few minutes later a shimmering scooty stopped near the kid. The kid occupied the backseat held his mother’s waist tightly. Within few seconds, the scooty disappeared amidst the dust cloud.

I was completely speechless by the level of maturity shown by the kid, that in turn was expected from the man!

If the people, get involved in more such activities, and spread the awareness, our surroundings, city , Nation and probably the entire world will become cleaner, and more environment friendly.

If such small kids, can take the lead, why cant we?

It doesnt depend which country or region we belong to, but We should put forward little steps to keep our atmosphere safe and healthy.

Please do keep yourself and your surroundings clean
&
Keep smiling.

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Those were the days

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Kids of 80s & 90s  part I

As the First Rays of The Sun Marked the beginning of Morning,we packed up our Weapons: Bat,Ball,Chilled water bottles from fridge,
Chair(Not to Sit But to Make it the Wicket) and a piece of Chalk and proceeded towards the Cricket Battle field.

Every grounded shot that touched the wall of the nearby fence, was a four,However if the ball crossed the fence the Batsman was deemed to be OUT!
These were some childish but adament rules,we had to abide by.

As the Clock struck 10,we were called by our Parents to have the breakfast which often meant to be BRUNCH for us!!

Each lesson that we used to learn with the notebook in our hands,with the eyeballs rotating in every possible direction,is still rejoiceable.

Every Sunday at 12,it was our Fundamental Right to sit Infront of the Television, for Our Favourite show SHAKTIMAN.
Whether in our own TV or the TV for the colony,there used to be equal amount of Rush,and No one wanted to be interrupted during these 3600 seconds!!

The only movie we used to watch in our homes was the movie at 4 on Sunday Evenings.

We didnt have Computers,Mobiles etc, bUT I still remember some of my friends explaining the PAINS they took to connect the VIDEOGAME to the TV,And play
Mario and Hocus Pocus.

The games included Pakdam Pakdai(Cop and the Thief),Chupan Chupai(Hide and Seek),Denga Paani,Vyapaari(The Business game),Ludo,And the most Interesting was to play
“RAJA MANTRI CHOR SIPAHI(The four royal comonents),” IN THE CLASS WHEN THE CONCERNED SUBJECT TEACHER WAS ABSENT!!

Miss those Childhood Days!!

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The little girl

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While waiting for my bus at the bus stop, A yellow coloured sack of a well known cement company, full till its brim which was under some motion instantly captured my attention. I focussed clearly and to my surprise, it seemed that the sack was moving forward slowly keeping a clear balance such that its contents are not overturned. I focussed some more and I could see small little legs lurching forward with every jerk on the sack.

Soon, I realised she was a little girl who was carrying the heavy sack on her back.
Probably the sack was so packed and populated with variety of contents such that the girl was almost covered up by the sack, for the one who looked from behind.

I gradually changed my position so that I could see the little girl clearly. She was a cute girl, but with rugged hands, brown hair occupied with dust , an unclean and almost broken pair of slippers adhered to her feet, her dress whose actual colour would have been white,appeared that she had crawled over mud and dirt again and again, her eyes were little, sunken deep, but filled with mixed  messages of Innocence, Helplessness, Determination, and as if they were in search for something;

Her little hands partly covered with plastic and paper litters and dust, carefully held the sack.
Probably, she was a victim of child labour. Probably, she had to earn her living by picking up rags. Probably, she had no fundamental rights to live her childhood. Probably, her lips had no right to smile.

I jogged to her, and paused her.
She was completely puzzled, a sequence of questions ran through her eyes and mind, it seemed. I took her sack and pulled it aside, and few empty untampered plastic mineral water bottles and few whiskey bottles rolled out onto the road. she hit back upon me. “We’re are paid for these rags! Why are you throwing them? Some other of my fellow mates will come and collect the same and in turn they will be paid more than we are.”

Before I could ask her anything else, she immediately collected her belongings and disappered in the crowd within fraction of seconds. I could hardly spot her.

Her one statement however, was more than sufficient an answer for any of my queries!

I kept pondering at one of the bottles that slipped of her sack, for the next twelve minute, until the honking of  bus announced its arrival.

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