These days of the year,always bring back old memories for me. The memories of visiting the market,the only time in the year,I loved to do so,to buy kites. Flying kites with my friends through the afternoons and evenings,running to catch them,fighting with strangers over the same.
The last few years have slowly and steadily slowed down that activity. Lives have become busier I recall. All friends now busy with their respective careers,hardly find time to get together to fly kites,to play cricket. I miss that time,we had so much of time. We played for hours,fought over petty things,hurled abuses and a day later forgot all. Who doesn’t miss one’s childhood. Back then,there was ample of time to fight over a dismissal of very important batsman in the team,fight over the way of bowling,experiencing the joy of hitting a six to one of the best bowlers in the opposite team,playing in the scorching sun without caring what time it was.
These kites always bring back those memories. Whenever I play cricket,I miss those days. Sometimes,I think,I was a better batsman then,had more stamina and was more fit. Everything has changed after tenth standard. Credit goes to the engineering exams preparation and later the engineering itself. Lives have become more matured,they say. Who wastes time watching Scooby-Doo,Popeye,Tom N Jerry or Doraemon these days. Life is now ‘facebooked’,our feelings are now ‘whatsapped’,the thoughts ‘tweeted’. We have become busy pursuing our dreams,our destinies. Or just may be we have become slaves to our ‘destiny’ we yet do not know about.
‘Age is just a number’,they say. Well,every saying is as per the convenience of the situation. Age brings responsibilities,it adds new dimensions to the life. As wind erodes away the rocks,the mountains,the growing age with it erodes the innocence,the simplicity in our lives.
Seeing the kites,my mind often wanders with them. Our lives,destinies are just like kites. They take off at the right moment,soaring high up in the wind,searching for new directions. Many kites meet high up in the air,some decide to let go,some decide to fight,some lose their way while some get cut and their journey ends.
As I was flying a kite today,after quite a long time,my mind drifted back to the good old days,when time was not an issue,there were no goals in life,the only goal was to fly kite or discuss on how to dismiss a good batsman. As I saw the setting sun,I realized that over last few years,kites seemed always lesser in number than the previous years. The interest is fading out gradually,the lives are becoming more busier. The people do not have time. Or may be,people now-a-days are jealous. They are jealous of the high-flying kite that soars high up in the sky,dancing with the wind,roaming in the sky. We are jealous of the kite that is meant to fly high when we are not. We are jealous of the kite that dances in the adversity when we don’t even have the courage to face it. We are jealous of the kite that unlike our lives, is free. The kite,unlike our lives,has all the time in the world to keep flying higher and higher. The kite,that dances with the wind. The kite,that flies high in the air.The kite that gives us a hope that we too may fly high some day. The kite that makes us jealous.That nostalgic kite. MAKTUB.