wanna fly the kite...
This article was written on a winter morning and hence refernce to teh blore winter :) Just in case u feel, that am crazy to imagine Blore being cool in this summer ;)
Here we go....
The day was as perfect as always… Morning in Bangalore s too gud in winter… with the mist covered everywhere….
As usual my dream starts when I am sitting alone in the office cab, next to the window….
I wonder how my imaginations and thoughts moved towards a flying kite.
I could imagine the kites in different colors and shapes…( I think this was the effect of seeing a clip about kite festival in Mangalore)
The very thought of flying a kite made me feel light, as if I was flying high….
It brought in the memories of my childhood, when we used to wait for the exams to get over.
Once the exams finish, the last day would be as if we completed some Ashwamedha.
We would collect all our class notebooks and run to the terrace.
The first book to be torn was always Math, not because it was tough, but mostly because of my brother’s math teacher whom he hated the most in the school.
We would have the wicked smile as we tore each leaf of the notebook and made a paper rocket out of it and flew it….
I think we were good engineers in childhood than are we now, with little or no bugs in our engineering (of rockets, book binding techniques and many such things).
And the neighbors were with all curses for us for bombarding their terraces with papers.” Why do these monsters get holidays?” was the usual words we used to get which hardly mattered for us.
Kite flying would be after launching the rockets, when all the papers of the notebooks would be exhausted and the newspapers are adorned in our hands.
Running around in the street with newspaper, sticks , thread and gum to make a very good kite. And usually there existed a good competition between us to attach the longest tail to our kite.
Once the kites were ready we again would run to the terrace to fly it high…
Each one wanted his/hers to be the highest to fly and be proud of their kite….
It was such a fun to be together and spend our time in the creative and fun filled work.
As soon as I got this thought, I shot a mail to all my old frenz to gather again and fly the kite…
Those who were in town and who were not busy joined me and tried to fly the kite…
I must say that I had almost forgotten the art of flying it and every time was holding the kite in hand and running around the terrace to make it fly a little so that then I could get hold of the art.
But the wind was also playing hard game with us..
Then came our hero Charan and thought us the knack of how to make it fly vertically high, to manage it when the wind blows with force…
We enjoyed like the kids for the whole evening and what if we can’t go to our childhood, we have the same friends still around us who can recreate the same happiness again for us…
And yes I must say, this time I had to struggle a lot to find a kite in the shops….
Each one threw a weird look when asked for it…. As if I asked for some narcotics….
Well if happiness is what I am addicted to and sounds crazy, I shall be that….
wanna fly the kite...