11 November, 2016
The theme this time was ‘Childhood’. … and coincidentally, two of our regulars could not make it to the session because their little ones needed them at home. Talk about living the theme 😀
Everyone brought a different slice of childhood with them. I had expected nostalgia for `those’ days would be a recurring feature of the pieces that would be shared. But was pleasantly surprised to have once again, a wide range of emotions and thoughts being brought up. Have a look.
Navin shared a poem penned by the Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore. It led us to discuss how some of the stories and poems that are part of schooling years seem to be so unsuitable for that age. Like reading Munshi Premchand at thirteen and being sucked into the worlds of misery the stories tend to portray.
Are there some stories that we all read as kids that just are not what a child can comprehend or appreciate at that age? Like Cabuliwallah… while we were still contemplating that Devika told us Cabuliwallah has a sequel ..and, horror of horrors, in it Mini ends up being hanged for murdering her sister in law….
I am still recovering from that one. While I come to terms with it, go on, read the list of other shares yesterday:
- Bachpan ki kahaani. Source – unknown
बचपन की कहानी याद नहीं..!
बातें वो पुरानी याद नहीं..!!
माँ के आँचल का इल्म तो है..!
पर वो नींद रूहानी याद नहीं..!! ...Read More
Shared by Nidhi
- A short film on child labour https://youtu.be/eYsuWB2W7yA
Shared by Nidhi
- Teddy Bear. By A. A. Milne. The first time Winnie the Pooh makes an appearance in his writing.
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at;
By falling off the ottoman,
But generally seems to lack
The energy to clamber back….Read more
Shared by Meeta
- MAGIC-called Childhood. From the novel `Boy’s Life’. By Robert McCammon.
“You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time,in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic…. Read more
Shared by Rashmi
- Yet another day of childhood. By Meeta Kabra.
“Good morning, babu! Wakie-wakie…” She chirped into his room. She responded to his usual “2 more minutes” plea with a crisp and almost impatient, “Come on-come on, let’s wake up. I am going to the kitchen to make you your glass of milk. Don’t forget to brush your teeth, your brush is ready, ok?” … Read More
Originally posted at http://minusi.com/yet-another-day-of-childhood
- An extract from the novel `The History of Love’ by the American novelist Nicole Krauss.
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree,a castle…. Read more
Shared by Rashmi
- I remember, I remember. By David Berman.
Coming up England by a different line
For once, early in the cold new year,
We stopped, and, watching men with number plates
Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,
‘Why, Coventry!’ I exclaimed.
‘I was born here. ‘.. Read more
Shared by Deepa
- My Fathers’ Glory. By Marcel Pagnol
Clips from the movie based on the novel `My Father’s Glory’ – French novelist, playwright and film maker Marcel Pagnon’s most famous work.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WrnL1GGePqk (this link has no English sub-titles)
Shared by Devika
- Lines by Rashmi
When you are little …a Big Risk is just the next challenge, Ambition is simply what gives us Joy and Love ..Love just Is!
I wasn’t ever scared of growing up…I was just scared of not remaining a child any longer!
10. Poem `Child Who is Decked with Prince’s Robes’ from Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck
loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step…. Read More
Shared by Navin
11. Poem `My Imaginary Friend’ by C J Heck
My friend, Sherla, was hard to see
for Mom and Dad, not me.
My imaginary friend was all I had.
I’m an only child, you see…. Read More
Shared by Meeta
When someone wondered what story or character represented childhood stories to us the group chimed `Swaaaami’ in unison! Everyone had fond memories of the little village boy painted by R K Narayan. Especially the TV series made on it – with the simple stories of life in small-town Malgudi and the inimitable cartoons by R K Laxman. The pure glee in the cry `Swameeeeee’ in the title song makes me break out into a smile even today, decades later.
Which fictional character, we wondered, would be as popular with the current generation of kids? Perhaps Harry Potter?
And on that note dear friends, the curtains drew to a close!