Monologue

There is a saying that we all have a kid inside us. It is true that we all were kids some time in the past and it is also true when we had been kids many of us hated being kids and most of us wanted to be adults as fast as we could. But as adults and now parents ourselves, looking at our own kids, it is hard not to remember our own childhood. And this remembrance is mostly fond.

These are two kids actually. One that we remember with fondness, sometimes with a sigh and the smell of a huge meadow comes back to us, glimpses of grass flowers, a torn kite the we failed to fly, or the lonely afternoon attic where we explored the sinful yet exciting workings of our growing bodies and may be the face of our last Barbie that was hidden in the suitcase underneath our bed. We love that kid and we forgive all his/her silliness with which once he/she was so troubled.

There is another kid yet. The one that is not so much in memory. One that is waiting inside us for the moment when we will walk out of our office and see that hopelessly funny face of the passer-by and an incorrigible smile will light our face up defying all courtesy and manners befitting an adult. One that is waiting to get the better of us to make us walk on wet grass leaving our car behind, would want to float a paper boat in the rain water or make us crazy with the uncontrollable urge to splash the puddle and get our expensive shoe dirty.

Some of us can set this kid free. Some cannot. But all of us can let our own kids have their childhood and live it with the silly, crazy and utterly wonderful ways of their own.

This issue of Myinrendezvous is dedicated to kids. Outside and inside.

Selamat Datang and Namaste.