Jub hum chote se the to makan ki chat pe raat ko khule aasman ke neeche dadi ki god main sir rukh ker jinoN parioN ki kahaniaN suna kerte. Woh kahaniaN tub sach lagti thiN. Aik hi kahani dadi se kai kai baar sunte magar hur baar nai lagti -
Woh choti si raatain woh lambi kahani
Kahani sunte sunte main chand ko dekha kerta. Duniya main agar koi cheez sab se ziyada 'mystifying' hai to woh poora chand hai. Sahil pe poore chand ki chandni ya Chicago ki barfani raatoN ke baad 'Lake Michigan' pe damakte poore chand se ziyada duniya main khubsurat cheez koi nahi!
Aik din Dadi ne bataya: "Jub is duniya main koi shaks marta hai to uske naam ka aik taara aasman pe bun jaata hai" Aur barsoN maiN Dadi ki is baat ko sach samjhta raha.
(35 years fast forward)
Me and my son looking full moon and trying to find constellations.
My son: "Do you know how stars get formed"
Me: "When someone dies, a star of his name get formed in the sky"
My son: "You don't know daddy. Its because of the clouds getting together by energy, and its true".
I smiled.
Ya to shayed science ne bohat ziyada taraqqi ker li hai ya shayed hum hi bohat bhole the!
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I agree to your second stmnt ;)
Bhole nath!!!
You made my day! shayed hum hi bohat bhole the!. Dil kar raha hai mein wapis isi "bholi" duniya main laut jaon. I still remember those story-telling moments & malaiye lagi roti from my Dadi.
Haroon - Were not those good days?
Annony. - Sometime it feels good to be bhole nath - try it !!....lol
It may not be just bhola-pan. The cultural atmosphere has undergone a change and somewhere in this metamorphosis charm has been lost.
My son was Pre-school attending Montessory classes and one day he asked his mother about sun and/or moon. So she simply explained that it rises from east and sets in west
Next day he comes and tells her mom you were wrong, it is the revolving earth that makes it look like rising and setting. She had to make a lot of explaining then.
However, it resulted in his "mastering" the solar system by the time he was admitted in first grade. We bought him a model of system on which he was fond of lecturing.
Os ki rag-e-tajassus phaRak utthi thi aur woh hath pair dho ker iss system aur tamaam falkiyaat kay peechhay paR giya (That is JAG 's blogger)
That was very interesting read and I can fully appreciate the scenario you described with JAG. No wonder, he turns out to be such a smart man!
I agree with you: The cultural atmosphere has undergone a change and somewhere in this metamorphosis charm has been lost. Probably, kids from today have their own stuff to display innocence and when they will growup, they will have their own line of nostalgic memories.
You have brought back the memories of me with my own babies -- Lately the stars have been really vibrant in the sky here in Orlando, you can even see them through the clouds. Just a few nights back my son (who is studying Astronomy as one of his elective subjects in college) was outside with me and he pointed out the constellations--but soon we were just sitting there on the curb in front of our house and staring at the bright sparkling sky.
Then suddenly, he said,
"Mommy, I remember when we were really little kids , you used to sing twinkle, twinkle, little star to us, and to this day when I see stars, a little voice inside my head begins to sing".
So we sang---me with tears in my eyes --sitting with my 18 year old son
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When there's nothing he shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky so deep
Through my curtains often peep
For you never close your eyes
’Til the morning sun does rise
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are ...
Some things are better left magical.
Dear Saima, This is one of the most amazing rhymes. I still get goosebumps singing it. My most fav. stanza is
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,—
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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