Childhood–Through The Eyes of Solitude and Drama

 

“Solitude Nurtures Insanity”

I know it’s a stupid status to put but there have been many instances when I felt myself going crazy inside because of the solitude I feel. A lot many times I wish I was not so different from the others and knew how to fit in, a lot many times when I deeply wished I could redo a couple of days a couple of sentences that slipped my tongue.

Today being children’s day and everybody sharing good and cheerful things about childhood, I tend to look back at my days. There are some green patches but the burnt ones are overshadowing and making it look dull. Yes I had a rough time, in school, with family. From a little age I was more of an observer and a listener than a talkative person.

So there I was looking at all my friends talk with such glee, standing in a group laughing and all not sure what to speak out, and by the time I understood it’s not good to be silent - you have to speak up some time and make friends I was 15 and I was a mere toddler around them. I had a lot of stuff I kept to myself. I let it pass and started to learn something and I fall down, and the fall was pretty rough from which I can’t seem to get up.

I wake up every day sitting up in my bed looking at the wall, talking to myself [have to admit I do that a lot, at least] about how I want to take the first baby step towards relieving myself from the trauma. But at the end of the day when you lay awake looking at the ceiling, it was another unsuccessful day. But there are days when I feel good when I make a good friend. But even then I am afraid to speak all my heart out.

There are a couple of guys whom I could talk out freely and I am glad they keep in touch with me too. Cibin, Vivek, Abhay, Vineeth, Akhilesh, Vishnu are some of the few. Seen my hardships most of them and I talked with them about it too.

I really think it’s the solitude that I spend in my childhood that is haunting me still and also I fell pretty deformed, deformed as in like a person with tongue but can’t speak or like a person who stutters. I should say that’s how I started writing; my thoughts are pretty much easily conveyed in paper. When one gift fails another bloom, the matter-energy relations hold good here too [lol]. I feel like a nerd saying for saying that.

Anyways wishing all a happy children’s day.. :)

Safety

This is not a simple article or story, this is something what we see (me and my friends) daily when we go to our class. This is more than an article/blog, cos I really hope somebody would notice this.

So we go via Narayanaguda to Kachiguda where our classes are. Our class timings have become almost permanent, starting at 2 pm and ending at 9 pm. There is a school just 100 m away from the Narayanaguda circle, and this school disperses around 2 pm, I am still not sure what the school name is, but the uniform is pinkish coloured. Everyday when we go we see children, [lower primary kids.] coming out of the school campus and crossing the road. The most shocking thing is there is no security for the school building, nor there is a ‘school ahead board’ or any sort of safety. They simply walk out into the bustling street. The other day I saw a bike  slow down with screeching brakes, because 4 kids were crossing the road. There is the Narayanaguda police station about 100m back, at least the school authorities can ask some personals during those times.

Where I come from there is strict police guidance when the school disperses, so I feel it really irresponsible on the general public to not take notice about this. What is the use of aggitation and protest after something bad happened when you can prevent it now.

-- Ricky freelancer!!