Skip to main content

Be Child Like!

Last week I met my cousin's daughter. She is 3 years old. A typical girl who has loads to talk about.
I was asking her about her friends at school and we were communicating in Hindi. She was describing about a girl. At one point she couldn't find the right word for pig tails, but she had to continue. Can u imagine what she did? She sweetly declared that she will continue the talk in Malayalam( one more Indian language) and so she did!
I was amazed. She is a classic example of perfect communication.
We all were like that.
But as we grow up, communication is given a different meaning all together. It's not about conveying thoughts, but more about language, being politically correct and also a smart way of presenting the same thing in different manner to different audience!!!

****************************************

Next instance was when I gifted a toy car to my cousin's son. He played with it for a while and then came to me with the toy and loads of questions. I was amazed looking at the inquisitiveness.

As we grow, where do we lose this spirit of questioning?

****************************************

Have you noticed , how a child is clear about his choices?
He has his preference even in a toothpaste. And when not happy with something, he makes it visible to everyone. For him life is simple and about choices.

But as we grow, we get bound and confused. It's in fact we, who makes life complicated!

*****************************************

Finally...laugh. A kid would laugh on any silly thing. Have you observed his laugh? It's not just beautiful, it's infectious.

Why do we not show our happiness? Why do we suppress it?

Above mentioned are just few instances.
Imagine what life would have been, if live it like a child.

So why not???? Live life Child like!!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Strategic marketing - Lessons from a Bhelpuri wala

Most of the time while getting back home I join a friend of mine who drops me at a metro station. In my second or third visit itself I noticed a bhelpuri wala. This man is not like other local market tapri wala. He was clean and seemed well organized.  He had 4 plastic covers, each containing onion , tomato, coriander and green chillies (all uncut). Highlight were the fresh lemons. He had papers folded like cones. A box with masala and a cover with loads of mixture. Like any office goer returning home, I too was slightly hungry for some munching. What better than bhel. I liked the way he customized my bhel by checking for the quantity of chilly and lemon. I liked it so much that I got one more for my sis. Thus began the love for bhel. One day it so happened that my husband was about to pick me up and I was waiting just next to the same bhel guy. I was an observer that day. In a span of 20 mins this guy served around 8 customers.  Interesting! I began talking to him(shhh...it was me

Nick names - why are they important?

I just completed reading The Namesake by Jhuma Lahiri. A very nicely written book. Relations are portrayed beautifully. But what caught my attention was the concept behind nick names. In North India its common to have Nick names like monu,sonu, guddi, etc. In South India, you may have multiple names, but all the names will be meaningful ones. For e.g., Sita is the name given by elders, in school she will be Gayatri. But in Bengalis, it is a custom to have a bhalo naam and a daak naam. Bhalo naam is the formal name by which one would be known in school or college or office. Daak naam is the pet name ones family keeps. Selecting this pet name in itself is a task. And these names are weird, Bulty, Rumi, Budi and so on. But there lies a deeper meaning to this tradition. These names are meant to make one realize that life is not always serious, life is not just about struggle, life is not just about running for survival. Life at times is just for one self. Life is sweet cute and meanin

I AM- Proud to be a woman

I have been in existence, Forever and ever. I have seen it all, I'm unstoppable like a river. I know what happiness is, And I know what is misery. I'm not the one to fall, I can unravel life's mystery. I'm the petite girl, You would want to hold. Watch it! Hurt me, You will see my side untold. I can make you smile, And I can cry with you. I'm like the sunshine, And I'm like the dew. I'm the Kali, Oh so fierce. I'm also the calm Sita, Whom you revere. I'm the one about whom, A lot is said and written. Praise me or Criticize me, I am Proud to be a WOMAN!!! Regards, Srilekh