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If I were a baby again, I would go to Vipul mamu and ask him to change the topic with flashing innocence in my eyes which every baby has by default. (I very well know that, he will give me a candy and say he can’t, quoting all democracy and stuff). What else I could do as I am totally blank in this topic.
When I try to remember my childhood days, I could remember very few incidents starting from my fourth year. I think you would call a 4 year, a boy and not a baby. I really don’t remember what I did when I was a baby. And whatever I wish now, even if it comes true, I will not remember. I am wondering, then what is the use of being a baby again?
Alright enough of my logical stuffs, let me try something now.
I believe my mind and desires are like bottomless vessel. How much ever you put in, it wouldn’t be enough. When I was a kid, I remember fighting my mum for taking half trousers as I want to wear full pants and pose like a man. When I was in school, I want to go to college soon and enjoy all the freedom (hey we can bunk classes). When I was in college, I want to finish and earn soon (we need to share the burden of the family and become financially independent).
Now I want to go back to my college and school. I want to be a kid and baby also. What a nasty and inconsistent mind I have. It is so notorious, senseless and adamant that it cannot enjoy whatever is in my hand, instead it wants whatever is in other’s hands knowing the fact that I cannot take it.
Once my mind asked for Biriyani as it likes it a lot. When I fed it, it was very happy and said “I am a connoisseur of biriyani. This particular hotel biriyani is the only professional biriyani and it makes me happy”. When my family was out for a week, I fed it with Biriyani all the week. On the fifth day, it said with a grim face, “can’t you think of anything more than biriyani?”. Oh God, When my mind will realize that happiness isn’t in the materials of this world and it is within itself.
After a brief thought, I think I don’t want to be a baby again. Right from childhood, nature presented me with innumerable choices. When I made the right choice, I went ahead few steps. When I made the wrong one, I learned life. I don’t have any regrets so far. I have learnt my lessons very well. I have done all I intended to do. (though a little slow). I think, I will do all I dreamt of now, in Future.
I believe, being a baby again is a trick played by my mind to loop me to my past. I don’t want to fall for it.
Note: After deviating so much from the topic, I think I may have to buy 'Chetan Bhagat' from the stands.