Adult most of the times see their childhood in their Children

Below is the rumblings of an Adult who sees his childhood through the eyes of her 2 year Daughter I personally dont have experience (i have no child and am unmarried and an Indian).but i think that every one one day or the other goes through the emotions. i think that i have seen may people LIKE THAT. YOU CAN VIEW THE BLOGGER AT http://o3.indiatimes.com/I_Me_Myself Last night, I was watching my two-year old daughter trying a karaoke - to sing along (she is too young to talk) with the TV. That was an interesting sight. She was trying her best to beat that female vocal (I'm sure she will do that one day). Then the promo changed to some other movie and she was not interested. So she turned back, and saw me smiling. She gave back a big smile and trotted away to her mother in the kitchen. Time flies... I remember my childhood days when I was very much impressed by - who else - Amitabh. And that song 'Ek Raasta Hai Zindagi...' from Kaala Patthar (shot on Shashi Kapoor, not Amitabh) was my favorite. I used to be the centre of attraction while singing that song. Soon thereafter, came the 'Laila O Laila' from Qurbani, and that won me the third prize in singing competition in my school. I still remember the picture book I got as my prize, though I tore off the book in the next few days. That way way back in 1980-81 and I was probably in my first standard. Then I went to second standard and dad got transferred to Visakhapatnam. New school, and I was the boss in my class (also a bully, I must admit). Anybody who dared to disobey me was done for. Since my school had classes only upto third standard, I was one of the seniors (imagine!) and a darling of those teachers (yeah, those beauties were young and unmarried, but unfortunately too old for me - one of them was married and her kid was my junior). I was good at studies, or let's say, others were not very good. As a result, I stood first in everything that I participated - be it studies or games. Then there was a skit - Snowhite and the Seven Little Dwarfs - and I was the hunter who was assigned the job to kill Snowhite. Even if it were not a skit and even if they paid me a million dollars, I would never kill that beauty (I hope my wife does not read this). I would rather kill the woman (my teacher, that fatso) who gave me that role. Then I went to IV standard and changed my school. Now I was among my equals, but still a smart guy. I was one of the best, if not the best of the best. I had many admirers around me, and so some rival groups were formed. We used to have fistfights and anybody found alone separated from his gang used to face the warth of the rival gang. We lived the life as in the movies - perfect (only the ladies were missing and we longed for them). Then time passed and one day I found myself updating my knowledge of the Bollywood. I was perfect in this field, or at least I thought so. I was still in the school and destined to become a hero some day. But nothing much happened. Then I went through the school and finally through college. I knew everything (so I believed) about the movies, the glamour world, the new beauty in the college that would some day fall for me (she was our lecturer)... No, nothing is funny. I really believed in myself. If you laugh at me today, then you have probably forgotten your yesterday. Thereafter, it was the Chartered Accountancy course that took the better part of my youth. And one day, I was a CA. Then came the first job and the first salary. I was the king - on the top of the world. The richest man ever on the earth. I could buy that stereo, the walkman, those 'costly' cassettes which my pocket money never allowed, and what not. But when I looked back, I saw many unfinished agenda. How come I was a CA when I should have been a movie superstar? I had everything that takes to become that superstar (except for a Godfather who could make me the superstar; why, I once even thought of running away to Bombay - I had a relative who could do at least something for me...)! Why didn't that lass fall for me? How could she get married to another person that she didn't know (read “I didn't know”)? She should have talked to me, at least once. She never talked to me when we were in the college (never before and never thereafter). She could have asked for my phone number during the farewell. She could have taken some pains to get it from others... I don't even know her name till today. OK, let bygones be bygones. I'm happily married, have a family of my own. And no longer aspire to be a superstar (well, give me a chance and I can still become one). Why am I thinking of all this? Simple, because I think I was stupid to have such a thinking. I should have acted like a grown-up and should have rubbished all those ideas when they came in my mind. Like any other parent, I would never let my children make a fool of themselves. I'll take care that they behave like grown-ups, even if they are just two year olds. They should start early... NO! I won't do that! Back then, I really believed in all that I thought, though all that might seem stupid today. That was a part of my growing up. Those dreams were worth dreaming at that time, and I shall never be that innocent ever again in my life. Those are my sweet memories, stupid sweet memories. My children will go through all that on their own. They will go through the joy, the ecstasy, the heartbreak on their own and go through every emotion that life can give them. I'll always be available if they need me, but I won't ever interfere with their thoughts, their feelings. I might not make a good father, but at least I'll not be a bad father - a bully - for my children. Go ahead, my child. Sing along, for probably I'm too old to sing that song - Doom Hila Le Doom Hila Le Doom... Or is that Dhoom Macha Le... seems that he he not that young afterall Later on i will add more BAKARS On child life....... My Site