Yesterday around 5 pm I was accelerating my bike to the slope of the stairs in way of pasage to my room. I saw a little boy holding about a dozen colourful kites in one and the sharp string was wrapped in his another hand. His hair was brown, tiny eyes filled with belligerence of looting kites, a swirling pace in his legs and some sort of self-belief in his approach. He bidded my attention and after bike being parked I asked him with a light sincere laughter, " Chhotu ek patang de de yr, bohat sari he tere paas to".
The boy thought for a while and started to choose the kite with his outshined innocence. In meanwhile, my neighbourhood friend Rakesh came and uttered in exuberence "Wo wali dede kali,badi. Wo wali lo isse aap." I immediately spotted him in conundrum. I interrupted and emphasized, " Beta, jo tera mn ho wo de de ." He elected with his little wits and handed over me a kite containing little wound on nose and in bounty said, " Paise leta hu me sbse, aapko free me de rha hu."
I looked deep in his eyes, he also did the same. I saw a go-getter in him. I smiled, loosened my wallet and gave him a five rupee coin saying , "le khulla itna hi he bs."
Rakesh came back to the game and spat, " Ek aur lo yr isse, oye ek aur de wo kali wali, paise de diye ab to tujhe". He looked embarrassed and nervous. I did juggernaut ," Nhi, rhne de ja, jaa, bohat he ye." As I suggested he ran as rapidly as though some kind of electric force drove him.
30 seconds later Rakesh awaked again and hit , " kya yr aapne bhi ek hi li usse,ye kat jaegi fir." I replied politely with my trendsetter, " Rakesh babu, ek zamane me ek patang se asmaan saaf kr deta tha me." We both laughed and went quickly onto the roof and believe me folks I smashed 11 kites from that wounded kite, remained unbeaten till the occurence of flying lamps(parachute), kept on self-centered dialogue delivery till the very end and returned down in ecstasy. We booed, danced, laughed, screamed in joy and did whatever crazy stuff we could do. The Point of concern is, what just happened? That was a wounded kite, string was also jointed from 4-5 different strings of loot. Despite all these flaws How can we remain unbeaten?
How ?!?
I think, perhaps, the degree of hopes and pedigree of confidence of kite itself was entirely associated with the boy. Perhaps, its light paper possesses so much innocence and better belligerence than other kites as it complimented the frail looted jointed string. Perhaps, its sticks know how to swing while bent better than other kites and human beings. If not than, I got my old class and form back and I am the all time great 'Patangbaz' averaging 99.96 like Sir Don Bradman.
Funny one-liner the last one is ! Thus, 'imperfections are good'. They may seem imperfect in isolation but they are impeccable in assemblage. Things are pretty much same with the human beings then why do we complain of being imperfect ? Why do we don't adore ourselves for what we are and endeavor to make perfections out of it.
Hence folks, feel pride for what you are, keep discovering yourself, keep loving yourself and keep building on that. Because, "the imperfect things make the perfections and perfectionists."
Happy Makar Sakranti
