When I was kid; as in it was when, when even I didn’t realize that I was kid, I barely can talk except a few infantile noises that I would be able to make, certainly my parents took care for me as of every other parent. I was new to this world, probably heard some new voices around me for the first time and was jumbled where to react and where not to. I was new, gentle, exquisite and ought to be taken care of.
Then I grew older. Took a shape where I could yell, run around clap my hands, laughing on gestures and knew that I need to cry when any Mr. Alien is approaching with an adorable expression on his face and grasping nod on his hands. I must be a big trouble to my parents breaking, yelling and spilling all the things around. A big newbie and I must have broken things that were valuable with happy hands and with an aftermath chuckles.
The science of evolution tells a very important principle. It contemplates that every organism in this world has gone through same evolutionary phases during course of their evolution. The astonishing proof of this lies in the fact that a development of human in Woman’s womb gives it the same shape as any other species.
So what is fact here? What made us different? The difference that we created among ourselves lies in the story where I made a difference for myself. We learnt things, and then we implemented it. The things we implemented might not sound us fine enough to continue with. No matter my dad told me this, I went for a new approach. I tried to make it more of my type, more of my friends type, more of type this world is, where I was entering to.
How do I do it, how was I knowing that what is of my type? There lies the secret that in real sense is not a secret as we all go through it. It is when I started thinking, independent thinking. Thinking away from what is usual, what is everyday and what is staggered.
When I grew little more, I wrote alphabets of language. My dad taught me what those are. Later I wrote few words, then I created sentences and then I even spoke in front of thousands of people on Independence Day parade. But that was it. I was denied to have readymade speeches for me, and I was writing my own.
Night, 14th August, Some Year, little vickey was pondering where to start with what to say. He has all the copies of earlier speeches he has given in two different languages, Hindi and English, but Vickey didn’t even know what those words meant. Last time he took more than three rehearsals for pronunciation of “cosmopolite” and even when he did it fine in front of parade, his dad received pats on his back. “what? Have you ever realized how difficult it is to speak in front of innumerable uncles and aunties, Dad just wrote for me, he didn’t speak.”
And there I was. I gathered all the knowledge I had for grammar of English and wrote a page. There it went. “Happy Independence day to all my friends, Uncles and Aunts…..” and finally it went over, I opened my eyes and it was all glittering and applauses. This time he had pats. This time speech was independent, written by a 7 year old boy, at least it felt so and people acknowledged on which back a pat had to be.
I innovated, coz I was set free. I wrote, I must have done mistake in my presentation, expression and confidence, as it was not “dad written.” But I came with an innovation. I was not spoon fed and hence I innovated.
The secret of innovation, inventions and philosophies doesn’t lie in catching hold of people and make them work the way one wants to, No, never. The secret lies in habit of taking care of themselves in middle circumstances which are quintessentially must and definite and certain. The best of people come through this way. To make them work like the way superior wants doesn’t make people any better than Vickey who spoke after rehersing and his dad took all pats.
The change comes from deviation, new trends, new ways. The satisfaction in older ways drag people behind, hampers growth. The new ways come through independent thinking, pondering and trying. I wouldn’t be able to write this page unless my dad would have asked me to write a speech or essay by my own. I thought, I put, I erased and I wrote again. I saw what made it better, or was it better before, or was it that my dad’s way is perfect. Nah, dad’s way is complicated, this way is fine. We all go through same to learn things. We go independent by mind, body and soul.
