Kaavish Post

Every day he wakes up to the ‘kachra song’ and amidst the struggle of getting up, he spells out one or two cuss words. Everyday struggle, only to empty the garbage bins and then thinking some invention must be made so that ‘we do not have to go outside to dump the garbage’ and through some pipelines, it can be collected. But he fails to realize, even then there’ll be a particular category of people who’ll be appointed to do the job just like earlier times. He rushes to empty his stomach as he cannot empty his mind stuck in ‘old customary thoughts disguised in modern-day inventions’.  He keeps scrolling his mobile in order to get the latest piece of news or tending social media posts until he hears his mother calling for breakfast. Having done his duty of ‘Being an aware-informed citizen’ while in the seat, he feels proud of his multitasking skills and thanks the inventor of ‘Modern toilet seats’. What a struggle it would’ve been for his elders who didn’t have access to modern washroom

                                       We were introduced to this leisure activity in our childhood and we learnt by listening, observing and indulging in the act of flying a kite. Slowly we understood the significance of this activity- the goal of flying a kite so high that no other kite flyer comes closer to us or the happiness of chasing another’s kite until it appears to fall down. It also taught us the art of loosening the string or getting the grip tight as per our convenience- the goal remains the same!    Didn’t we learn to develop the defence moves and secure our hands with cello tape so that our fingers don’t bear the brunt of cutting more kite strings? We also understood that many times the falling kite shall be ours, yet we never stopped buying bigger and more beautiful kites. We loved it because we enjoyed the possession of fallen kites or somehow it reinforced our sense of accomplishment or perhaps it established our superiority over other kite flyers in the neighborhoo