Growing with children is a great fun. The other day, I was helping my daughter with her project on endangered and extinct animals and birds. While collecting information and images supplied by Google Baba and the volumes of encyclopedias, we had a discussion that was related as well as tangent to it! Related category had obvious questions but interesting ones belonged to tangent category.
What will replace laptops when they will be extinct, how would the life be if the projects and exams ever become extinct, are students not endangered species if we take the meaning literally (constantly under threat, she meant), what will happen if the ghosts of the extinct animals start haunting the man kind, etc!
Needless to say, the project took much longer than the mother daughter thought it would. However, we both were happy in the end! She because she was free to play and I because I had a quality time with my now-growing-so-fast bundle of joy. Such moments soon are going to be extinct from my life, I thought. But that’s evolution and can’t be avoided by a mere mortal like me. Thus, consoling myself, I got ready for daily dose of evening walk.
I make it a point to trade different paths every time I venture out for a walk. This way, it lets me know the lanes and by lanes of our adopted city of residence for now, from the close quarters. Walking on the streets, dotted with unknown faces and in the company of vehicles going up and down, plying at different speeds, works wonders on my spirit. Changing colors of the sky as the day nears the end and the vibrant avenue created by the street vendors selling their wares, provides for flushing out all clogged thoughts from my mind. The calls, of the returning birds, play the background score, soothing my nerves and pleasing my auditory senses.
That day, however the thoughts about the extinct animals lingered little longer. When I stopped by, to buy some flowers, I was piqued by an aroma. It sure was a known one but I couldn’t name it. So, I decided to follow the aroma trail. Walking with a sprint, I paced up with my growing curiosity. Few meters ahead and I stopped, for my search had ended. Here I stood right in front of a flour mill.
The floor generously sprinkled with flour, the bags and sacks of grains to grind, the rhythmic sound of the running mill and the statue like mill-man with Gandhi cap and lungi half folded now caught my attention. Was I not used to this sight when I was a child? Where have they gone now? Have they lived their lives long enough and now breathing slow and low, somewhere in lost corner of the city?
“Kaun sa bag hai?” (which bag is yours?) asked the mill-man putting a break to my train of thoughts. “Mera bag yaha nahi, dil aur dimag me kahi pada hai” (My bag is not here but somewhere in my heart and mind) was my mystic reply, that even surprised me! The mill-man wore a puzzled look. I left him there without taking discussion any further and went ahead.
A question however followed me… is the flour mill, on road to extinction already?, Like nine yards saree that grannies used to wear, or good old “chulha” (earthen or brick stove), horse driven Tonga that had “bhopu” (horn) etc. Will these be wiped away just like STD booths? I marched mechanically towards home. Opening the door of the apartment with the key, I recollected a quote by Charles Darwin…
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change!
Linking this post to #MondayMusings by Corinne of EverydayGyaan