The closest replica of the lord is only to be found in a child, a child is born with the wisdom of past lives, and that's quite apparent in its behaviour. This may not be the right time to get into the issue of unending chain of lives, and this issue should better be left to the reincarnationists and evolutionarists. But to start with, this introduction holds a key place in this article as a dedication to the almighty's ascendancy. "God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them" (Genesis 1:27). This is what the bible says, this may be a matter of debate. But one thing is certain that the lord showered all his blessings on us humans, as the ability to think logically and plan accordingly. Thus life escalated to another level. Early civilisations grew out of villages into cities, notwithstanding the conveniences of city life the heart of life lies in the village. In the following article I’ve used urban life & urban kids to represent what the lord does not want his creation to be like, and rural life and rural kids to represent what the lord wants his creation to be like. Although children are the true replica, still the urban life tarnishes the truth that the child is born with, and only when he begins respecting his traditions and gets pride out of his ancestry, the truth is restored. This is what the article really is about, dealing with the two worlds, emphasising on that everything has its opposite in this world. Thesis has an antithesis, nothing is without a peer, but in the end truth will weigh more.
If one takes a little time and pain to look at the English children literature, one would admire the conspicuousness of the references made to the country life. Many of the finest children fiction right from the books written in the early part of the 19th century to Enid Blyton's books had a country backdrop. One such series that comes to mind is that of CHILDREN OF KIDILLIN, by Blyton. It deals with the adventures of two sets of cousin, one from urban Britain and other a purely typical Scottish village kids. The former were evacuated because of the bombing by the Third Reich which had devastated key areas of Britain amongst which included Birmingham, Coventry, Plymouth, Manchester and especially London. So the stage was set for a conflict between the cousins, their pets, and their aspirations as both were at the opposite ends. The rural kids boasted of their physical strength, while the urban one lacked in this field, but when it came to studies they were far ahead. The visitors were not really enjoying the beautiful country setting with hills and lakes and wanted to return back home. But reverting to the first Para children have wisdom and it wasn't long before the hosts realised their mistake and they ended the fall out with the visitors, and thus began a new journey in their lives.
These days Rural Tourism is getting a lot of support and applauds, and parents want their urban minded children to spend some time in the villages, so to be attached to their calm roots. This is not only good for the involved people's livelihood but as a whole brings in a set of belongingness and fraternity, as two worlds collide. Being in NIRD brought out the cherished childhood fantasy rolling to me, and a 3 week stay in a tribal village in Maharashtra, this same time last year was enough to inspire me to put pen into paper and to let the words flow. Apart from the assigned reports I managed to pen down a few short poems. It gives me immense pleasure to share with you my feelings. Part 2 of this article contains a short poem that was inspired by the time I spent with the rural kids, who were quite different from their urban counterparts. It's called invitation and is an insight into everyday life of a boy of 10 who is calling his urban friend in Delhi to come and visit his village.
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