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        Guliver's Travels

This is about the times when I was about one year old in the teen world.

Although living in the civilised person's answer to jungle, the concrete jungle,

I was lucky enough to have some greenery to soothe my eyes. Daily on my

way to math tuition and back I had to cross a field where grass grew without

any fear. I remember how I used to tread on one single selected path alone in

spite of the entire field being open to me. The reason was that I wanted to create

a track between the grass, a mini road! By trampling the grass under my feet daily

I had succeeded in my plan somewhat and I wanted to cement my cause further.

The rainy season was another favorite. After the rain gods had done

their duty and things settled down I watched the rain water flow to their

unknown destination. It was not the mystery of it's uncomprehending fate as

I was not sufficiently old to think philosophically, pseudo or otherwise, that

attracted me but the small streams of rainwater which pulled me towards them.

Oh! how did a stream flow along the ups and downs on the mini sand mountains

and plains! Later to merge with another of it's kind and march on strongly forward.

I nearly launched a shipping company by floating paper ships.

Plants in pots. That is all of a garden persons living in the civilised person's answer

to pigeon cages, flats, can accomplish. In my free time I used to sit beside the

'money' plant with my legs folded criss-cross. Peeping through the camouflage

of leaves I saw a different world altogether inside. There were snails and other

insects inside which roamed freely and went about their daily chores. Occasionally

when watering the plants the snails would retread in their shell. Again the ups

and downs on the mini mountains and plains of wet sand had their

hide-outs, homes, shelters, ponds and their citizens too.

Alright, what's the POINT!

Well, now when I probe my tendencies I arrive at a conclusion that all

the three accounts have one thing in common and that is my inclination to see a

mini-world in things. Treading the grass to carve a path was related to a mini-road.

The streams in rainy season relating to rivers and the money plant a mini-world.

But again, why? After all the years I think maybe all this gave me a feeling of being

larger. A Guliver in this world without dreaming! Or perhaps it was the beauty of

the things to visualise them in their miniaturised form. Not that I don't enjoy them

now but after dying in the teen world and taking birth in the adult world I am

repressed from taking part in their activities by tools such as shame or the fear of

being called childish and immature. That is a different matter altogether. If you don't

get the point or can't appreciate it, try it! Try being in those situations. Transport

yourself to the teen world. See if you can explain the beauty of the situation better.

I would just say that the taste of the sugar can only be described by giving one to

the person to taste.