Little pleasures of life

I reached home at 10pm, after a long day at work on one of these days. The whole house was quiet. This was pretty unusual. Lights in the living room were switched off. My younger cousin, Sanket was sleeping on the couch. My sister younger sister Rasika must also be sleeping, I thought. (I come from a small town in Maharashtra called Beed. 3 of us – Rasika, Sanket and I – are staying together in Pune for our academics and career).

I started removing my shoes and socks. And out of nowhere, a toy Car operated by Remote Control came flashing in front me. It actually came from under the glass table in the living room. It was this white BMW toy model with lights mounted on it. It took 2 rounds around me, as I was removing my shoes. What’s happening I thought? I was wondering about who’s operating the Car. Sanket was sleeping and I did not see anyone else.I went crazy. I thought the Car works on its own and was put on a timer or something. This went on for 2 minutes. Maybe it’s Niraj, my 11 year old cousin; ‘coz I also remembered that Niraj was going to be in Pune with us to spend his summer holidays. I switched on the lights. Then I saw a little pair of sandals hidden nicely in the Shoe rack. I knew it was him. I shouted his name him aloud :). I saw some movement in the dining hall after that. Niraj was hiding somewhere. I quickly rushed to the dining hall, caught him and hugged him 🙂

My creative, playful and fun loving brother thought of welcoming me in such a unique manner. Who would think of doing that? Niraj knew that I knew that he would be coming to Pune. So his coming to Pune wasn’t a surprise – surprise. Then too, he thought of this playful gesture :)If I were to welcome someone, I would just say a casual Hi or touch the feet as a tradition if it was someone elder.

As we grow older, we become so boring. The innocence and the randomness get lost somewhere. We suddenly become so conscious of who we are, what we are, what we should be. We should just allow ourselves to break free, loosen up, be random, laugh out loud, let the heart stay forever young as the brain gets matured and never let the kid in ourselves die.

There’s no moral to the story. It’s about how life keeps throwing wonderful surprises at you. It made me feel so so great after a long tiring routine day. Life is all about such little pleasures in it.This also reminds of me of the beautiful quote by Kurt Vonnegut  “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is'” –

It is very beautifully illustrated by Zen Pencils here :
Niraj and I, after this happened
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9 thoughts on “Little pleasures of life

  1. Sheetal May 7, 2012 at 12:46 pm Reply

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  2. Sheetal May 7, 2012 at 12:50 pm Reply

    Wonderfully written Pratik! Some small moments really make a huge difference!

  3. Pratik Munot May 7, 2012 at 12:52 pm Reply

    Thanks so much Sheetal. Really appreciate your comment. However may I know your complete name please? It's difficult to identify your name

  4. Janice Ivan Rebello May 8, 2012 at 8:10 am Reply

    This blog made me go “Awwwww”…Nice one patty..Made my day!!!

    p.s: For a moment, i guessed it was Rasika playin arnd with the toy car. ;p

  5. Pranali May 8, 2012 at 9:59 am Reply

    Aawwwww!! 🙂

  6. Yogesh Mantri May 8, 2012 at 10:59 am Reply

    Nice post..

  7. Pratik Munot May 8, 2012 at 5:04 pm Reply

    Awwww… Thanks Janice 🙂

  8. Pratik Munot May 8, 2012 at 5:14 pm Reply

    🙂

  9. Pratik Munot May 8, 2012 at 5:14 pm Reply

    thanks yogesh 🙂

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