Self Realization

                                                 March – Child- Gross Body

Till yesterday you were a baby. Pampered, protected, appreciated, tolerated, and spoilt.

You were the king or queen in your family- the only baby.

But all this came with a price tag. The over protection stifled you but despite your tantrums, you were not allowed to play in the street. Every now and then your mother picked you up, placed you firmly on her lap and fed you your milk, cereals, greens, boiled vegetables, health tonics etc.

And then one evening your mother took you to the market and purchased new colorful clothes for you. Those around smiled at you, blew kisses and asked your mother what was the occasion.

Your mother proudly said that you- her angel had grown up and that you had got an admission. 

Everyone cheered you up and wished you all the best.

You wondered what all this was all about.

Next morning after you had your glass of milk, your mother bathed you, dressed you up in those colorful clothes, took you to the puja room, made you pray to God, and then fed you your breakfast.

After that she brought the colorful bag with pictures of toys and animals on it, slipped in a couple of equally pretty books, and a small box filled with biscuits and chocolates. She also filled a multicolored bottle with lukewarm water.

Your father came picked you up gave you a big kiss, and carried you along with your bag and bottle to his car.

You were excited. And so when you were jumping on the front seat and staring through the windscreen, you did not see your father put a large cardboard banner at the back:

“CAUTION- BABY ON BOARD.”

And then your father took you on a verrrrrry long drive (Half a kilometer by adult standards).

The car ultimately stopped near a large building.

Your father picked you up and carried you inside. There was a lot of commotion. There were many people, cars, autos, bikes etc.

Inside the building a sweet woman who reminded you of your own momma, received you and asked you your name in a feather soft voice. Then she took charge and took you inside a large room.

And there you were confronted by a bunch of equally colorful, sweet, cuddly, innocent, angels like you.

Imagine your first day in play school.

Now remember people who behave like the child that you were on your first day in play school.

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