I was thirty-five years old when I got my passport and travelled abroad for the first time.
My little
friend Gabbu is just fifteen months old and he just returned from a holiday in
Thailand.
I saw lions
and their cubs in awe and fearfulness at the Delhi Zoo.
Gabbu’s
mother showed me videos of him playing with the lion cubs inside their cage.
On the eve
of his overseas departure, I met Gabbu sitting upright in his beautiful
perambulator.
When he
returned after ten days, he had dropped the pram and was walking.
My little friend
had surely grown up quickly.
We were meeting
him after quite a gap and there was trepidation that he would have forgotten us.
We saw him
sitting lazily on the swing looking slightly bored.
I clapped
my hands hard, he turned, and the scene changed.
Gabbu
smiled and reciprocated by clapping his hands and moving his legs up and down.
As the
swing went forward and backwards, he smiled more and more with every swing.
We were
thrilled that our little friend remembered us well.
We
continued with our walk in the campus and in the next round we reached the
swing again.
Gabbu started
making hand gestures which appeared to be saying… get me out of here.
He was
wearing a pair of nice white shoes with two red stripes… I am ready, he
was saying.
With a
gentle pull, got him out of the swing and placed him on the ground.
Gabbu smiled
first and then laughed and started walking.
Wondered, how someone can laugh merrily in a
world divided by jingoism, religion and mad men?
Gabbu was
now laughing with his mouth wide open.
Buddy, do you know what happened at Venezuela
while you were sleeping last night?
Saliva
dripped from his open mouth and he seemed happier.
How can you be happy with missiles and drones
flying in all direction in Ukraine and Russia?
Gabbu now
started laughing aloud making the ha ha ha sound.
Do you even know how many Iranians died or were
put behind prison bars?
The little
one now started rocking his head as he kept walking and laughing.
Do you know that Greenlanders are feeling the
chill not from the cold for the first time?
Gabbu now
started shaking his head faster and harder as if in a trance.
Doesn’t the four hundred plus AQI at Delhi bother
you Little One?
Gabbu now
started singing… la la la… loudly and everyone around could see hear him.
Wild fires in Chile, ethnic cleansing in Sudan
and train accident in Spain- no time to rejoice Buddy.
Gabbu kept
singing and wobbling in circles round and round.
High he was
for sure but in a spirit of his own.
Singing a
song of his own.
Dancing in
his own steps.
Shaking his
head from the front to the back as if there were a spring in his neck.
His mouth
ajar, with four little teeth popping out in front and saliva dripping as he
laughed.
I raised my
index finger and asked him to stop prancing.
He looked
at me, laughed aloud and purred with his lips held together as if saying...
forget it!
I wondered
if this is not the state what we all seek to attain- Ultimate Joy.
Joy of
dancing as if no one is looking.
Joy of
singing without worrying about the right notes.
Joy of
laughing uninterrupted till you cried.
I wondered
how Gabbu was able to do it all.
D said, it
is because of his innocence.
He is pure
at heart, one without deceit and cunningness.
He knows
little simple things and knows no fear, shame or competitiveness.
Gabbu is untouched
and undisturbed by things we worry endlessly about.
Our hearts
and minds are completely corrupted and the innocence is lost from our lives.
Age and
innocence are inversely proportional, when one goes up, the other comes down
Honesty and
simplicity keep vanishing from our lives with each passing day as we grow.
We wear
masks all the time and refuse to be our true selves.
We are
always trying to be what we are not and worried about what others think of us.
I looked
once more at my little Laughing Buddha and said…
Gabbu,
don’t grow up. It is not worth it.
Keep
laughing, keep dancing and keep singing…let the world wonder why.
Stay young
and stay innocent as long as you can.
Growing up
is a trap.
Don't know if he understood anything, he just smiled, blew a flying kiss and wobbled on.
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