Sometimes I wonder why people stop celebrating their birthdays as they grow up. As usual, I ask them why did they stop celebrating? And they say, 'It's something for the kids. Grown ups don't do it'.
Well, if celebrations are for children, why grow up? "Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional." Hey, what do kids do? They whine, they complain, they plead, they beg but they want what they want. As we grow up someone thrusts words like 'mature,' 'compromise' and 'sacrifice' right into our minds by consistent repetition! We learn that we can't have our lives the way we want them. We must compromise and sacrifice our desires and wants. Why do us adults think that we are more superior to kids just because we have seen more years? Isn't a child supposed to be the purest form of nature, a form of God, if you will? There is so much to learn from them.
I love kids. They would just start talking to you, poor innocents! They would smile and play with you believing the world is a beautiful and safe place. They carry visions of the world which is idealistic and pristine.
Don't let the child within you die. When you want a hug, it's the child. When you yearn for something, it's the child. When you seek company and security, it's the child. When you want a reward for work well done, it's the child.
Hey, happy children's day.
After all, 'dil to bacha hai jee.'
