Redemption

One of the essentials our magazines or tabloids can’t do without is the daily sex columns. Every day you get a daily dose from experts who generously advice you in how to transform yourself into a sex toy that give your partner 24x7 pleasure.
Well there are different ways people try to make out meaning of their miserable lives. Some does it through (physical) pleasure. Some redeems through their hobbies , passion or work. Redemption is the ultimate aim any man has got. Religions and demi gods claim redemption through good works or beliefs.
I seek my redemption in my childhood. I am going to walk 20 years back, into the village where I spent my childhood. Days were filled with flowers and butterflies. There were no worries about where I was going to end up in future.
Bad guys were only seen in movies.
The paddy fields and harvest is a fast dying breed in Kerala today. The only places you see them are in television.
Walking to the church every Sunday through these fields studded with golden crown was glorious. Even half of the proceedings going on in the church were not understood. But still I had to go to escape the eternal damnation in hell. We did all kinds of mischief when the service was going on. An old man would silently come up behind and pinch us, as a painful remainder. The mischief came to a temporary halt only to restart soon after.
After harvests the empty fields turned into cricket and football grounds. Football was played bare foot. Cricket bat was cut of coconut branches and cheap balls were used. I was too young to join and could only look on in wonderment.
The schools were not competitive at all. I don’t remember feeling the tensions of exams anytime in life. But the good thing was we had the opportunities to learn more from outside the school than inside. The playgrounds were the hot spots. We made maximum use of it. Apart from games there were fights with children from neighboring classes, schools and I don’t remember any teacher raising a fuss about it. And there was this open loo for girls and boys (we were too innocent to take a peek).
There was a stream running behind our backyard. It used to go dry in extreme summer and flood on heavy rains. During the floods all kinds of unusual people like tortoises and crabs came for a visit.
And there used to be two kids in our neighborhood. They had a VCR and got the Tom and Jerry cartoons from their relatives abroad. Rarely did we get a privilege to watch the Tom and Jerry videos. After many years I got a chance to see the brother and sister pair again. The sister has become a lot more sexy. I heard brother became a useless kid in the neighborhood. Yes, even the good old country side has become corrupted.

But in these concrete jungles I will dream about my childhood.