Topsy turvy
"Mama, plane ulti jaa rahi hai naa?"
I turned right to see the kid and mom in the window seat .
I was in the aisle seat and thankfully there was no fidgety passenger in the middle seat who gets up to urinate thrice in an hour and a half journey .
The aircraft was taxiing for take -off and the mom said "Nahin Nahin ,Teek Chal Rahi hai .Beta bolo , Jai Mata Di" .
"Jai Mata Di" said the kid with all the piousness it could muster .
They kept saying this , many times, loudly , till we were fully air borne .
Their happiness was infectious .It is very rare to meet people so naive in a flight and how nice it is to see people who are very simple and unfeigning !
After a while ,the stewardess gave them a crayon pack and a paper containing a few Cartoons for colouring . I thought that was a very sweet gesture .
The mother would then pick a crayon and show it to the kid and it wud say the colour .
Orange .Brown.Blue .Green .
In that process, she dropped a crayon .I picked it up and tried to befriend the kid by giving it back .The kid hesitated , looked at the mom and hugged her tightly and turned its head to the window .
After every while , it slowly used to turn to my direction to see if i was still offering her the crayon .The moment i extend my hand it would turn again to the window,hugging her mom even closely.
I guess , there is an ethereal beauty attached to the sight of a kid hugging its mother ,for that anybody embracing anybody .
I left the crayon in the middle seat and the kid took it sneakily after a while.
I picked up my Ayn Rand and started reading after that .
The mother and kid were sleeping when i turned to see them once after dinner .
I saw them again at the luggage carousel and the mother smiled at me .
She had a beautiful single studded nose ring and that reminded me of my eighth grade classmate Gayathri who used to wear a similar nose ring .She used to take my bag in the school bus every day .Somehow i feel these nose rings add a motherly dimension to a female irrespective of their age.
When i sat in the taxi to go to Chembur that night i wished i had travelled in a train with them .
In a train, i would have been myself and would have kissed the kid when it was sleeping .
Why do kids look so lovely when they are sleeping ??
I turned right to see the kid and mom in the window seat .
I was in the aisle seat and thankfully there was no fidgety passenger in the middle seat who gets up to urinate thrice in an hour and a half journey .
The aircraft was taxiing for take -off and the mom said "Nahin Nahin ,Teek Chal Rahi hai .Beta bolo , Jai Mata Di" .
"Jai Mata Di" said the kid with all the piousness it could muster .
They kept saying this , many times, loudly , till we were fully air borne .
Their happiness was infectious .It is very rare to meet people so naive in a flight and how nice it is to see people who are very simple and unfeigning !
After a while ,the stewardess gave them a crayon pack and a paper containing a few Cartoons for colouring . I thought that was a very sweet gesture .
The mother would then pick a crayon and show it to the kid and it wud say the colour .
Orange .Brown.Blue .Green .
In that process, she dropped a crayon .I picked it up and tried to befriend the kid by giving it back .The kid hesitated , looked at the mom and hugged her tightly and turned its head to the window .
After every while , it slowly used to turn to my direction to see if i was still offering her the crayon .The moment i extend my hand it would turn again to the window,hugging her mom even closely.
I guess , there is an ethereal beauty attached to the sight of a kid hugging its mother ,for that anybody embracing anybody .
I left the crayon in the middle seat and the kid took it sneakily after a while.
I picked up my Ayn Rand and started reading after that .
The mother and kid were sleeping when i turned to see them once after dinner .
I saw them again at the luggage carousel and the mother smiled at me .
She had a beautiful single studded nose ring and that reminded me of my eighth grade classmate Gayathri who used to wear a similar nose ring .She used to take my bag in the school bus every day .Somehow i feel these nose rings add a motherly dimension to a female irrespective of their age.
When i sat in the taxi to go to Chembur that night i wished i had travelled in a train with them .
In a train, i would have been myself and would have kissed the kid when it was sleeping .
Why do kids look so lovely when they are sleeping ??
3 Comments:
Finally, you spoke something! :-)
I love train journeys, and especially when it's raining - Face leaning to the window and rain drops splashing on the face...it's heavenly!
A few days back, I bot Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged...m yet to gather courage to start reading such a fat book!
PS: this was a beautiful post :-)
By
Tanya, at 9:45 AM
AG:
I still spend most of my train journey times at the door waving shamelessly at the defecating kids near the track .
Best thing in a train is , you get to know the name and age of the girl in the side upper berth 3 compartments away:-)
But for 'Capitalism the unknown ideal' ,guess all of AR's books need a karnam malleshwari to hold them.
I located a lending library here after much struggle.Doing some great reading after a long hiatus .The awesome climate is also helping...I love gudgaanva
( Call it Stockholm syndrome ...!!)
Do Watch Fahranheit 9/11 again before u take off to JFK !
By
Quill, at 1:35 AM
Hey,
Read your blog after a long time and really enjoyed this post!!
And completely agree with u--kids sleeping are a pleasure to watch:-))
By
Ekta, at 2:11 AM
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