Archive for March, 2012

Doraemon’s Magic pocket

I wish I had a magic pocket from where I can pull out any amazing gadget and make life faster, effective and more meaningful. Just like Doraemon, the blue robotic cat from the future land and Japan’s best-loved cartoon character, who boasts of his four-dimensional magic pocket. These thoughts came up while watching Doraemon on the television with my little boy Kush. For him, this star of the manga is religion. Going by my age, I am expected to behave in a certain manner, say somewhat like a “grown up” mom and tell him “Too much TV is not good for your eyes Kush!!!”  But I also find it tough to resist Doraemon’s magic pocket full of cool gadgets. And we end up watching it together.

It is tough to resist Doraemon's magic pocket full of cool gadgets.

It is tough to resist Doraemon's magic pocket full of cool gadgets.

Doraemon is simply fascinating as every time he brings a new wacky gadget to help his dearest friend Nobita who otherwise finds it impossible to deal with bullies, do his homework, and overcome all sorts of problems that plague young boys. The only problem is that his gadgets often invite trouble, especially when given to Nobita. And there’s always an important lesson in the end.

The other day kush asked me what are the gadgets I would bring into play if Doraemon allows me to use his 4-dimensional pocket full of magic gadgets.

I penned down a few that I could think of…

Anywhere Door – This is a pink door that will take you anywhere in the universe that you want to go. Just stand in front of it, make a wish of where you’d like to go, step through and you’re there. Lucky boy, Nobita!

Time Cloth – This is a red cloth with little clocks all over it. You wrap it around something and that thing becomes older or newer, depending on the side. Wish I could alter time!

Memory Bread – Images are imprinted on the bread and when people eat it, they form false memories in their mind. I wish I could use it on some creeps…

Air Gun – This is a tube that you slip over your finger and it knocks your opponent over with a powerful blast of air when you say, ‘Bang!’ I need this one badly!!!

Anything Mind Gas – When you spray something with this gas, the thing becomes attracted to you and will flee from anybody else. I wish this happened in reality.

Voodoo Camera – Take a picture of someone with the Voodoo Camera and it makes a voodoo doll of them. I have the remote control. Wow!

Fluffy Medicine -Take some of this stuff and your body weight becomes light enough that you can float in the clouds. Wish that’s possible!

Dream Reader – When you have trouble falling asleep, you can watch other people’s dreams using the Dream Reader. Interesting! Isn’t it?

Takecopter- A propeller that you attach to any part of your body with a suction cup that lets you fly. We all want to fly Mr. Doraemon!

I liked your idea kush. I ‘m all set to experience the wonders of Doraemon’s 4-dimensional pocket. Now I’ve got the whole world in my hands… Is somebody hearing???


My Night Time Playmate

He watchfully opens the door of disruption and comes to me every night. Yes, lately, every night I stay wide awake and impatiently wait for him to come. I know he would. And some nights, even if I succumb to sleep, he comes and wakes me like a lover and tells me ‘let’s play!’

I have learnt to enjoy this game

I have learnt to enjoy this game

I set out to ‘play’ with my night playmate – no one to disturb, nobody to question and none to feel misunderstood. I do not feel the burden of time any longer and there’s a certain reprieve from deep within. During the playful night, I rediscover the night sky: so dark and intense and steeped in mystery.

We look up to see the wonders of the night sky: the splashing light of stars and bright constellations that beholds the power of night. A patch of white cloud slowly sails across the sea of night moving to some far off lands where dreams are meant to come true. A cool breeze blows silently whispering to the trees the song of freedom. The white coolness of the moon brings with it some relief. The frosty, silver light dribbles through my veins taking me to the realms of dream. I yearn to fly in the night sky, but my feet stand still on the land. My eyes started to close – I started to fall asleep.

“Of late, I have learnt to enjoy this game,” I whispered in his ears. He gently kissed my hand and bid me goodnight. For you I can sleep by the light of day, dreaming of better tomorrows and awake in the night… amidst the glowing stars and creamy moon only to see those dreams come true…just with you! Keep coming to me every night, my nighttime playmate – thy name insomnia!

The Kid Within Me

In last one year, I have done something different. I didn’t make any conscious effort to do it, but it just happened. I started doing things I used to do during my early 20s. Those were some of the things I loved – they nourished my spirit and enthused me. The more I do those things, I more I realize the person I wanted to be when I grow up.

As a small child, I used to make up songs and stories about everything I encountered – from people, animals, stuffed toys and even doors and windows. These days I almost always hum some tune or the other.

the dormant kid within us becomes alive

The dormant kid within us comes alive

Reading – well I was lucky enough to do that as I child. I am in my own way doing it now as well. I feel great! I’d lost the zeal for a while. Last month, when my laptop crashed, I felt quite helpless for some time. Then it was like a blessing in disguise – prompted me to turn to the books that were meant to be read since long. unfortunately  those were arranged orderly on the shelf for some years.

Writing of course, it is my passion. It’s what I’m good at, and it’s what I love to do. I’ve known I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was 6 years and it was destined to happen, and yes, I’m writing a lot more.

I have started to laugh a lot as well… As a child, I was floating around in my own little bubble a lot of the times. I was very selective about friendship and loved spending time with them. The older I got, the more I was affected by societal expectations (not that I am completely out of it now)  Though I was never really one of the girls, I did notice what girls were expected to be interested in, and expected to look and act like – and I noticed where I didn’t match up.  Strange looks from peers and adults quickly convinced me that certain ideas, observations, and outbursts were not considered “normal”.  Eventually, I learned to accept “weird” as a compliment, but still felt some shame about not being more like everyone else.

As an adult, I was supposed to have a normal, 9-5 job.  I was supposed to treat my creativity as a hobby that I might occasionally have time for.  I was supposed to be content with working at something I didn’t enjoy.

Well, doing all of that stuff didn’t make me happy.  And it certainly didn’t make me feel like myself. I felt like a distorted image.  I looked and acted in a way that was mostly in line with my values…but just a little fuzzy, with the details blurred.

With time I changed, unknowingly. Don’t know exactly who or what triggered this change. But the past year would remain eventful in the journey of my life – it helped me re-familiarize myself with my own mind. It helps when you spend in silence for some time. you can listen to the thoughts that drift through randomly.

There have also been some outer manifestations. I’m writing more now – and also writing for myself, reading my favorite books, chatting up and meeting old friends, reading very old newspapers, playing checkers with mom. Well, also cooking occasionally. I’ve also found myself making up and singing songs around the house, trying my hands in poetry and cleaning up my bookshelf more frequently.

When I see my friends, I’m smiling a lot more and sharing my thoughts more easily.  My new found energy motivates me to work and live. I discover the kid within me that was laying dormant for several years… and I like that kid a whole bunch.