Walk in the park

With the festive season round the corner, it’s time to forget calories and to gorge in mouth-watering sumptuous delicacies which are totally irresistible. In the past month, I was virtually home all the time. And when at home, the two things I did the most were: grab some food after regular intervals and have a sweet nap. This agitated my mom to a great extent (apart from, obviously, my less devotion on studies), since they both lead to me getting fat....Ahem....healthy I should say. My mom feels, one should be always be fit, keep a control on diet, eat health food, and a thousand other correct things. (Why are moms always right, I hate that). After all her persistent poking, one evening I finally entered the park after a very long time.

It was really tiring and boring the first day, but as the days went by I really started enjoying there. (This is also when I thought of writing this article) Just the sight of people walking vigorously injected further enthusiasm in me also to walk. I met many people there, some known faces and the rest the unknown. I considered them either the demoralizers or the hindrances. Demoralizers because they'll come up to me and say "Arre Kunal, What is the need for you to walk? You are fine enough". This brings down my 'injected enthusiasm' and encourages me to 'not-to-walk'. Hindrances because first they'll stop me, ask some questions even they aren't interested in listening, remind me of those thousand correct things that my mom also tells and then, finally, ask me to carry on after I have lost my continuity.



Well, all this happened for first 2-3 days of my walk and the demoralizers and the hindrances reduced to nil after that. Now I started realising the beauty of the park. By the word I not only mean that small plants, seedlings and the flowers. The beauty of the park comes from the chanting of small children, laughing of a group of senior citizens, shouts of boys and ringing of bells, which I dunno where it comes from (probably the ice-cream vendor).

While taking a round in the park, one can witness all the stages of life. Right from the young buds riding there first tri-cycles which their mother cautiously keeping an eye on them to the large group of senior citizens laughing in chorus as if mimicking Navjot Sidhu. For me two things are most fascinating. One is a group of 10-12 kids of the age group 5-6 years learning karate. They all might not be perfect in their karate actions but their unusual Chinese sounds like 'haiya', 'khya', and many others which I am not able to spell are always in sync. The other is the group of kids playing all sorts of games. This reminds me of my past and the days I used to play outdoors throughout the day. These kids, as thought following a certain legacy left by us, would play a different game after every 10-15 days and would fight on a very petty issue, remembering which leaves a priceless smile on my face.

There are many other people walking, some, probably, after a scolding from their moms too. Not to also forget the most peculiar ones either in the manner of walk or the sound that they make while walking. They are the ones who either copy the comedians or are the perfect material to be copied by the comedians. This is my story of 'Walk in the park' and probably for someone I am just another person (or a 'strange' person) in the park walking.....