THE GOLDEN PERIOD OF LIFE

Life is a four letter word so simple yet complex to define. In a toddler sweet fantasy land of dolls and toys, life is when her father comes home from a long tour with lots of chocolate. In teenager so called mature language, life is when she talks to her first crush. Life is when a mother holds her child for the first time in her hand. And for an aged woman life is when her son comes home. When we were small we always wanted to grow big so that we can catch hold of the jar of cookies which mom has kept in the upper floor. But now when we look back to the sand of time we feel it was better to act stubborn and obstinate in front of mom for the cookies than to get it ourselves. Even a multi millionaire can give all his income for a moment of childhood memories. Those were most priceless days in the whole life time. The value of childhood memories has been beautifully describe in the words of Jagit Singh ‘daulaut bhi le lo sahraut bhi le lo, chinlo mujhse meri jawani, magar mujhko lautado vo bachpan ki yaadien, vo kagaz ki kasti vo barish ka pani’. There was sweetness in each quarrel that we had with our siblings, a nostalgic rhythm in each cry, and an ocean of knowledge in each drop of tears. Those were the best days of life. Mom and dad both were the writer of our story and even today though they pretend much to make us realise they are unaware and less worried about what is going in our life but they still are. Our world restricts itself among playground, school, home and our close one. Days started with a soprano of our nick name in sweet melodious rhythms of mother’s voice which uses to be the strict alarm clock. There was something in her voice which always carries us in right path even if the disastrous world blinds us. Each morsel becomes delicious no matter what it is when mom make us eat it. As if she has cast some spell which turn the worst food into delicious when she make us eat in her hand. School is the cherry in the cake of the memories. Apart from the homework school there was hardly any reason for not going to school. It felt like we are the Isaac Newton when there comes with a voice ‘very good’ from the teacher to our answer. The definition of true friend is justified for the childhood friends. They are the best supporter both in good things as well as bad one. Punishment has a different meaning when one is with his friends. During exams we use to sleep with the books under the pillow and dreaming about discovering alpha omega. We had a list of excuses for each problem. I remember during rainy days we use to get wet in rain even if we have rain coat with us. Playing in the rain and mud and making fun of each other was all we do in the way to home. We use to gossip in between the roads laughing and shouting for hours together now these things has changed to unsophisticated and unmannered. And at home the pampered of dad makes the picture complete. The games which we play with our friends are completely different from that of siblings. There is more of responsibility and respectability when we are with sibling. I use to protect my sister in the game even if we were rivals. Everyday has a new lesson and new experience. Combine studies during exams had honesty in it. Now these combine studies has more of competition them studies perhaps. The wheel of time and the termites of worldly rules and values have taken away the innocence of our childhood. Acting childish in our decisions is considered to be the work of foolish. To live peacefully in this society we have to judge our decisions again and again. Even our own people are not trust worthy. In these stressful time of our life lets remind our lovely days which we have left behind our grandma’s lap. Let’s try to find ourselves in the smile of a baby, in mischief of a small kid, in the struggle to prove something of a boy. Let not restrict them from the things they are doing, we have enjoyed ours let them enjoy theirs ‘golden period of life’.