Being childish and being a Child is entirely different. I always like to be a child than childish. There are so many things that I can’t forget till today and all these thoughts keep me more energetic and human. When it comes to my childhood days, I just love it and want to be born everyday to be a child. There are a lot of things I have accomplished in all foolish ways during my childhood days. But at times when people comment on my crazy things that I apparently did during my childhood makes me feel shy at times and hide myself in disguise but not much.
As a child, I also played the same stupid things around. School was something that was so strange to me and always I had an extreme disguise for it. I apparently made the worst of all my being during my childhood on the first day of my Baby sitting school. I pulled my mom’s saree, holding her tightly not to let me alone in the school crying with heavens responding to my act. It’s seems my uncle of whom I used to get scared off had slapped me so hard, that I silently left my mom’s saree and went into the class with my teacher Sheeba. I started to grow with the same disgust for schools. I did not want to leave my mom away from me. I showed a strong growth in my personal sense of understanding as days passed. People started to like me for my facial colour and my Grandmother had a nick name for me called “Mydha” which means Flour, But now I have been sarcastically called as “Kevarmavu” meaning “Ragi Flour”.
My childhood was more of fun and that’s exactly how it would be for all others but for me it was something more precious and lovely. I have always cherished my childhood life and keep thinking more when I am sad and troubled. Without my own sense, I simply calm down and become normal whenever I start thinking of my days. I feel that the childhood days are the gift that the lord offers to every human being. The only thing I lacked was senses of what I am doing and the knowledge to understand the consequence of certain things that seemed to be more fun but for other it would endanger their life and happiness.
I’m able to think of all those beautiful moments in my childhood days but I am not able to write it down because I start jumping from one situation to another. My lovely thoughts simply become a wave that has no beginnings and ending. When I tend to remember some of the deadly experiences I had during my childhood days, I simply become blank and wanted to forget those but I can’t. I rarely make a mention of all those terrifying experience to many and I decide not here too. Now as days passed, I badly want to get back those same childhood days that I had.
At times, I become a frozen human caring a dam for others emotions and feelings. I find the pleasure of just remembering all those beautiful moments and experiences I used to have during my childhood days. For many I was a super hero and now I wonder if I am the same still. I think I am lost. Most of my dreams had dealt with these feelings and have not remained just as a dream. They have one or the other way started to evolve once again during my life journey. I remember how I used to write all my Home work notes in my School diary and leave some space and take the signature of the teacher. As I return home, I used to write in that blank space stating ‘Tomorrow is a holiday’ and write a suiting reasons every time I had played this fool.
From all these mentions of my stupid things, I am just mentioning of my school fools I have played around. I feel that it’s interesting to think off and laugh at my foolishness. This is the incident most of my family members and parents would speak about it till date. I would have had more fun if I had a partner of my own sex but unfortunately I was blessed or cursed to be born with my Sister on the same day of my birth. More than her childhood craziness it’s me most of the things just splash on to my face very funnily. I have so many things to make a mention of but I feel to give a little of mine for this time and the rest later. When someone asks me about of my childhood memories, I feel shy to express everything but when I sit back and think about it, it simply gives a sexy pleasure that things apart from it couldn’t manage to satisfy me in the sense I like. I love and simple love things and fools I played around in my childhood.
Preparation so Intense, awaiting for their Love …
This is a painting by Karl Pavlovich Brulloff of the 19th century. This art work is very interesting because of the simple idea of Pavlovich of the preparation or an expectation of birth nor a expected guest has been executed. Maria the women in the painting seems to be dreaming about her baby who is yet to be born. Don in the painting would be possibly Maria’s husband because in the painting he seems to be wearing a royal dress which portrays that he might be some one too close to Maria or Might be her own husband.
The painting has got the complete theme in two different aspects or evidences, that is, Maria admiring the small little cloth or a garment most suitably for a female child and the work of Don. He seems to be busy in preparing a wooden cradle, All these instances seems to the awaiting of the birth of their child. The stomach of Maria is also quite big as like a girl who is pregnant.
I think this painting would also in one way be the description of racism in the 19th century. The painting as got two sexes involved and both Maria and Don are not in the mood of interaction nor have any kind of sharing of joy and love as they await the birth. The dog that is sleeping down near the legs of Maria would be a situation of hunger nor over consumption. The foot ware of Maria is also conveying nor portraying that she has come home from somewhere outside. The photo frame in the painting is one of the way the artist is portraying that the family could be traditional of having the photo of some one dead. The burning lamp that is hanging just close to the photo seems to be that the person in the photo might have finished his journey on this earth and that He/she might be some one close to the family.
In the other way, It would also be that Maria and Don are preparing each and everything for their child who is expected in short. The stool near Maria would also be that Don was sitting next to her and that it’s free now because Don seems to be working on preparing a cradle for their child. The apron tied around the waist of Maria can also be that she was preparing food and the dog that is fallen their down near the door seems to be waiting for food.
It’s also possible that Maria and Don would be caring and having love for the pet because the author has kept the dog inside the house. I feel that Pavlovich Brulloff has been working on describing the love and preparation of the husband and wife for their child going to be born. The small bird that is sitting on the chairs top also evidential that the happiness of both Maria and Don has been really lost in themselves. They are not even bothered of things that are happening around them. Maria is simply admiring the small garment or dress that is pure white and that is possible to say that Maria is expecting a female.
This painting by Karl Pavlovich Brulloff is quite interesting because of the closeness he offers in his painting in-terms of the emotion and expression more soothing to the situation. While Maria admires the dress or a Shirt, it can also be possible that the child is born and she is choosing what shirt to dress him/her.
I find this painting in-terms of it’s identity as something unique during the 19th century when there so many divisions and problems around the globe and Karl Pavlovich Brulloff doesn’t care of anything and simply portrays his views and ideas in his art.
It scorched their skin but still they were iced…
The blazing sun seemed to be getting down and rustled his feelings, while she gained nothing more than pleasure that was so sadistic. Nothing was so intense for him though he was a yokel, the kind of love he had was not an evidence for his sincerity. He found all dirty in himself that she could make it more worst.
Starting to gear up, he pushed himself to that day of slaughtering. High like a mountain peak and sharp like a sword, she began to be genuine to flatter him down. Shivering he stood, din’t know the day and began to throw few words at her, that returned with no impact.
‘I will do anything but nothing away’ saying he gazed at her and all the she replied was “Away… Away…” and kicked his love.
Having fainted emotionally, he looked at her lustfully for the worst of all that geared him more to be a sexiest. Having uplifted, walking the side of a sea shore, hit the shore rough and gentle, roared of pains.
All that hindered them was pleasure that boozed nothing but something. I found them as like nightmares that was hardly harmful. Shouts after shouts that gained no attention was the simple that put off. Became one with the sand, up and down they did nothing. ‘Simple was I, But iced you safely’ made her to move along with him roaring ‘easier was it today, harder was you’.
He scorched intensely that tore the skins but still they rolled. Nothing worth than to use was all that I could find. What if it becomes the sandwich of mixed feelings, one with love and one for the pleasure. Is these two wants decided their long run on the shore. And now I found it interesting as his pleasure moved from shore to shore touching at different levels. She started to stair at his long grown hair that disturbed his vision. Blowing her pleasure she uprooted him from the ground.
The water that looked rough washed the dirt that just rooted. Starting to kick each ones sensitivity, lost everything after their virginity. Erect straight but still babbled.’Should I or Not’ questioned and sadly provoked to ‘yes…yes…come on’ was all that cleared his pleasure. Hands that crawled and struck the sky hard as a thunder, the light arose from them that had no end. Looking awe at each other, ‘should we continue nor began new now’ he said the first time boldly.
‘Never but began fresh like a River and not as the Sea’ made him feel the quietness of the Shore. This quietness was the real sound that it made while the sun descended.
Slept and overslept…
That morning which turned to be the disgrace of my formation, thought me a fine lesson. I love pleasure and I find it while sleeping. It’s really something that keeps me always happy and enjoyable. Bell just down my head is like a sharpen sword just above my head to operate its own wish. I always find no use in someone who rings the bell and says it’s ‘time for God’. I find God when I sleep and that’s what I go around and tell people and annoy them. That morning I did not care for anybody and went on to experience that lovely pleasure in sleeping after the bell. I woke up as the bell went on at 5:30 am and blinked my eyes and said to myself to be daring today. All my friends woke up and I was still making my way through that beautiful journey of sleep and oversleep.
Nothing disturbed me as such on that day except the thought of my rector who seemed to be like a monster to squeeze my happiness. My room-mate who seems to be holy all the time, was a change on that morning to give me a company together. But fear disturbed my sleep and I had to press hard on myself to wake up and start hiding myself in the toilet putting off the light so that no one comes to know my work. I finished dressing up and started slowly to walk towards the chapel. I peeped like a thief into the chapel and was shocked to see my rector sitting behind praying. I thought getting inside and I found that day there were no one to accompany me being late.
But I somehow entered and finished all my spiritual work. After that, I prepared myself to be brave enough to hear beautiful advises and my reward for neglecting the bell was “No Siesta for next one month and I should ring the morning bell at 5:30 everyday from then on”. That morning thought me a good lesson for my life. It’s the Worst morning.
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