There was not much touch of civilization in our village even then. The touch of science was a radio. Besides, everything we had was controlled by nature. All the materials of our joy were given by nature.
Our relationship with nature was very acid-sweet. This is what we are fighting as children, again this is becoming a feeling in our throats. And since the adults did not bother with this problem of the children, it would be solved faster than it was made.
We didn't even tell the adults about our problems. Because, on the contrary, there was a hundred percent chance of being beaten. Some piecemeal incidents still have scars in mind.
Our understanding was great as my neighbor Azad and I were the same age. Because our pair was very famous in the neighborhood. Our sports were also a little different.
Once we built a toy house by bury the thorns upside down on the bamboo floor behind the kitchen of the house. As a result, the pointed face of the date palm was at the top. Mother went to sweep and put her foot in it. Then the thorns pierced his mother's legs.
Still floating in the eye, Mom is lying on a bench in the yard and my older son-in-law (in our area we call Fupa a son-in-law) is trying to pick it up with a chun (sharna). Blood is gurgling from mother's feet.
The second horrible thing I still remember was even more deadly. In the countryside, straw (straw) and kushore (sugarcane) leaves were kept in piles. We used to call it 'Pala'. We had two sugarcane threshing machines open where molasses was made by threshing sugarcane. Next to it was a turn of sugarcane leaves. And since the opening was at the back of the house, the turn of sugarcane was right behind our house.
One day, the two of us gathered a match and set fire to the sugarcane leaves. I don't remember the details of the match today. But I remember the next rush. Someone was soaking a sack in tap water and throwing it on the floor, someone was throwing sand, and someone was pouring water quickly. After that, of course, I don't remember what kind of punishment I had to go through.
Another job we loved very much as a child. Going down to the pond all day jhapajhapi. The owners of the pond started guarding the pond for us. Especially in the ponds where there were paved ghats, the oppression on them was a little more. Due to our jumping, the soil of the pond would erode and the bank would break prematurely.
We discovered different types of jumps. Straight jump, upside down jump, turn around, straight somersault, inverted somersault, straight dive, inverted dive - how much more! We even used to leave a variety of stalks on the side of the ghat to stop this leap.
Bamboo with twigs was left so that we would not jump at least for fear of injury. We would remove them and start jumping again. And if I was chased away from one pond, I would go to another pond and start jumping.
Our eyes used to be purple. And seeing this, my mother will understand that we jumped into the pond for a long time. So I would get up from the pond, pick up the tip of the grass on the bank of the ghat and rub it on my eyes with it, or the redness would go away quickly. We didn’t know if it actually went. But we tried to escape from the hands of the mother.
One day while jumping, I dived along the ghat and hit the stairs at the bottom of the ghat. It seemed to be quite loud. But ignoring it, I started going to the other side of the ghat. After going near that bank, I saw that everyone was looking at me with big eyes. I still did not understand that my skull was torn.
When everyone grabbed him and took him home, his father said, “I will not sew on his head. When he grows up, he will see how ugly he was. ”
Still everyone wants to know after the first introduction. What is this huge wound on the right side of my forehead? I smiled then.
My eight year old daughter Tahiya. He has been addicted to water since childhood. From taking a bath to diving into a bucket of water and diving into the sea all day, everything is his favorite job. And Ryan, a two-year-old boy, is addicted to water. As long as they are in the bathroom, they are very happy.
And when they go to the beach, they are happy. Drawing in the sand, making holes in the fountain, covering the whole body in the sand - all are part of their game. But the most frightening thing is, when I go down to the sea, they want to go down with me. I then grabbed Ryan by the shoulder and Tahia and fell into the water.
We went to such a deep sea that once someone saw us go down into the water and sat down to have a heart attack. He gave us a lot of advice after we got out of the water. We listened intently with one ear and let out the other.I need to say something different about playing with Ryan's soil. Wherever he is taken, he finds the soil and then manages it like an expert. It is spread all over the body at once. And it fell on his head again.
When he did not get any soil, he started playing with the piece of wood given at the base of the garden tree. At the end of the game, his mother does not allow him to enter the house without washing his clothes and taking a bath.Lately our landlord brother has brought chicken dung for the garden tree. Ryan climbs into the pile of shit, then turns it into clay and starts playing. There was no problem with the soil, but his mother was very angry because of the excrement. He often threatened to evict us.
Nowadays, our home is no longer a home for people. It is better to call it a zoo. Of course, one can be called a sparrow and the rest are human beings. But Chiria Ryan alone keeps everyone busy.Home TV, mobile, iPad - all in his possession. Anything other than that will start screaming loudly if he likes it. And don't stop screaming until you get that.
And if something is forcibly taken away from him, the situation becomes even more dire. Then he starts giving tweezers, bites and blows to whoever gets close to his hand. Each of us has tweaks on his face. And if you speak a little louder, it will make your face heavy. If you see it, you will understand, you will understand and cry immediately.
The guest is actually a more polite boy than Ryan. Then the mischief starts when it gets a little easier with the guest. I always believe one thing, naughty kids are talented. But we don't like the naughtiness of children in the busyness of thousands of city life anymore.
Like the other ten children, we are shocked if we don't have our own. But one thing to keep in mind is that every baby is born with different characteristics. So no match can be found between them.
The dynamics of technology are turning us into dayless instruments. Now there is an app for everything. Even everything from baby food to vaccinations can be controlled with these apps. Especially in developed countries like Australia, where life is absolutely useless without a mobile iPad, where children are playing in the dust, flirting with peers or adults of the same age - this is quite an exception. But I think all of these are essential for a child's normal growth.
We live in the jungle of technology to keep ourselves away from technology as much as we can. So that the brain growth of our children is normal. So even when the seven seas come to this bank of the thirteen rivers, when I see the new generation engaged in the activities of their childhood in the same way as us, they unknowingly remember the colorful days of their childhood.
Finally, I wish all the children of the world would grow up with a colorful and memorable childhood. If we all try a little from our own position, then this world will become a livable place for every child.
