MY LIFE

 Hello everyone my name is Nirvi  and I  am Nandini and Mithun Chari's daughter (The Elder One) I am NINE years old and I wanted to share something today!! My life in this generation is pretty good but have you ever thought about your parents generation, Well first things first ask your parents for a flashback of their times. Then you think about your own times. After that   you write on piece of paper of the differences between the two of these generation's.And last but not least give your parents a big tight and happy hug and kiss, And see that smile on their face! WOW just a simple WOW. Now tell me didn't that smile make you feel a thousand times happier. 

Well then that leaves us to the end of this session as everything has an end even us human beings. 

Yours Sincerely, 

                         Nirvi Mithun Chari 🙂

The days i grew up

 I grew up in a time when things were simple, air was natural.

decades gone by, a life well lived and so many new memories created, but here I am entwined with the simple, normal and wonderful life I lived in the 90s.

First and foremost there was no such thing as parenting back then and I remember me and my friends playing until the sunsets, back home with bruised knees and broken arms.

The days my brother was late, he was welcomed by my father with his usual question. 'look at the watch and tell me the time' which would follow with rules and regulations lecture and time management.

We played with sticks and stones, tried to build bridges for frogs to walk in the rain, collected earthworms, put them in our flower pots and watched them multiply till they were overflowing. I remember my brother breaking thermometers to see the mercury running and wasting perfume spraying it in the house. My parents always wondered why the house always smelled of perfume and where all the new thermometers disappeared. We ran behind kites falling from the sky and when it got difficult we got sticks from our homes-the ones you use for drying clothes, we made tents out of bedsheets and forts out of cardboard boxes. We made our own games, got wet in the rains, slept on the grass, jumped in puddles and made paper-boats.

There are so many things to explore right in your own backyard that bring so much joy. It is difficult to find that kind of happiness sitting on a couch watching a TV show or having your head stuck in the mobile phone. All these experiences shaped the people we are today, we realise the true value of the things that actually matter in life! They are found in abundance in the experiences you have and do not cost money.

We used to wait for occasions, birthdays and festivals to get new toys or clothes, they were a luxury for most and we were happy when we got them. Going to restaurants or eating out happened rarely

Birthdays were not about return gifts and theme parties but about celebrating your day with your closest friends We gave handmade cards and letters to each other written in broken English and filled with lots of drawings, ball, parle g biscuit pack which was half finished. 

Festivals were spent together with family and friends. Not all the kids had the same type of crackers during Diwali…some had more while others had just a few. We had a common box in which we used to dump all the crackers and all of us took them out of the box later to burst them. We had no qualms about handed down stuff either. We learnt to share at a very young age, our toys, our clothes, our books, our food and even our feelings!

There is something about human relationships that cannot be replaced with digital interactions. Whenever I am faced with a problem my mind starts thinking up various solutions and possibilities. I rarely fret about it or feel unsure about how to deal with the issue at hand. We know anything and everything has a solution and if it doesn’t – it has a lesson

I grew up and have seen a life without social media, fast wifi, mobile phones ans am using them now. I enjoy the convenience of the technology but crave for the personal touch. 

Facebook friends can never be replaced with childhood friends and air conditioned play areas can never replace the outdoors. 

Abroas vacations can never replace grandparents home. 

Most of the time it feels like yesterday, our generation has stored the childhood in memories and not in photos and videos. 

Given a chance, I would love to go back being a child again to experience all those simple things yet again. 

Love

Nandini Mithun 

Silent Dialogue

 Me: “Hello Conscience, Are you there?”

 

Conscience: “Always here.”

Me: “Sorry, I’m late. Had problems logging in. Was unable to connect with you. The systems here are severely corrupt and virus ridden these days.”

C: “I can see that.”

Me: “It’s frustrating. Why don’t you do something about it, so that I can reach out to you more often? My doubts and fears are growing like weeds in a vacant field.”

C: “Do you think I created the viruses and allowed them a freehand to sabotage your system? They are of your own devising. You are letting them ruin your network with the unscrupulous use of data that I diligently supplied 
you with.”

Me: “I know that my system is laden with junk that will take more than a lifetime to clean. But there is so much out there in the world to download and devour. The inducements are too many, and with newer technologies, it has become easier than ever to possess them. I just can’t seem to have enough of anything. Do you think I am greedy, my conscience?”

C: “I don’t think so. I am certain about it.”

Me: “Don’t be so harsh. Help me. I need deliverance from this ceaseless craving for unnecessary apps, features and programs in my life. What do you think makes me want more than what my system duly needs? Speak to me about it.”

C: “Foolishness, greed — that’s what it is. I can only laugh at the man who believes he can earn through devious means and still be happy. I can only shrug at the man who is abundantly provided for, yet strives to add to his over flowing resources just to fulfill his whims. I can only pity the man who lives in the fallacy that there is bliss around the corner and chases the mirage of ‘just a little more’.”

Me: “Is money then sin, and craving, a crime?”

C: “I don’t contend that money is sin. I have reservations only with the bizarre ways in which you try to make and multiply it.”

Me: “But life is getting tougher by the day. How will we face the future if we don’t add and horde?”

C: “Point taken, but not all your moves are for securing your future. You have found it convenient to label your greed as need. You have lost sight of the difference between the use and misuse of money. You have overstepped the boundaries of fair and unfair means.”

Me: “You are complicating things. Keep it simple for my understanding.”

C: “Is that a smart phone? Haven’t seen that before.”

Me: “You see it? Swell, eh?”

C: “Did the old one conk off?”

Me: “No. I changed it for a fad.”

C: “And that watch..seems new too..Rolex?”

Me: “Not there yet. Some day, perhaps.”

C: “Ever fancied a Ferrari?”

Me: “Ferrari? Me? You must be kidding.”

C: “Why, if you try hard enough, you can have it, some day. Mark my words.”

Me: “Yeah…? That’s swanky thought! Wish it were true. But, hang on. This is absurd. Why on earth do you think I need a Ferrari?”

C: “For the same reason that you need the latest smart phone or a Rolex or a fifteenth pair of shoes or seventh pair of goggles or fourth apartment or thirty percent returns on investments. You will ask for it when your aspiration becomes ambition, and ambition becomes avarice. The greed bug can push you to extreme acts of deceit, power and possession.”

Me: “I had no inkling about this greed thing. You never said this to me before. Thank you for the red flag. You truly are an Anti-virus Guard. Will you stay with me always and protect my system from crashing?”

C: “Reach out any time, child. I’m online twenty four by seven, for all those who seek me.”

Nandini Mithun