With all the hype and hoopla surrounding New Year, I should admit that it was relatively quiet at my place, except for some fireworks at (the key to all celebrations). I spent the following Sunday at home doing nothing (read as eating and sleeping). I did not even venture to read a paperback which I had bought a few weeks back, and I must admit that it’s a first for me since I make it a point to relax (big time) with a book during the weekends.
Since I was left alone to my own devices for a long time, I found myself analyzing and re-analyzing a situation which I badly wanted to forget. Too agitated to sit still, I set out for a stroll. The twilight, the pleasant breeze, and the distant shouts of children playing lightened my mind considerably.
I approached a vacant site in which a few children were playing cricket. As I was walking past, I watched a fight broke out between a boy and the rest of the group. Obviously he was contesting the OUT decision, as against the rest of the group. However, he was at an advantage since he stalked off with the only existing bat in the team. The rest of the group was left with only a ball. “Well…. That’s the end of the game,” I thought.
Suddenly, one of the guys whispered something to the rest of the gang, and raced to his home nearby. After a short period, he emerged with a pair of writing pads. Soon, the group was playing cricket, with the pad substituting the bat.
Without even realizing, I had stopped to watch this entire drama. I was amazed at the ingenuity of the kids, who instead of being resigned to their fate, applied their wits and were back to their playful selves. Aaaaahhh….. the resiliency of kids………….
And I continued with my walk, wishing badly that I could take a leaf from their book :)!