CC4 - How to Say It - One Morning In The Park

INTRODUCTION:
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Howmany of you hate to wake up early in the morning during week ends?
I was one of you!

TMOD, toast masters and guests, very good morningl!!

August 2014, Saturday..Waking up late on a week end was the last thing we wanted to do but our 3 year old would neither wake up early nor allow us to get out of bed early. We somehow wanted to get out of this routine and decided to wake up early on weekends and go for a fresh morning walk in a beautiful park. I was sure Tanushri would readily sacrifice her morning sleep and jump out of her bed like a bunny if we would take her out. We chose Natesan Park- T Nagar as our destination.

ARRIVAL:
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On a Friday night, we were all excited about the next day's event and happily slept earlier than usual. The next day we were all fresh and ready at 6:30. It was a ten minute drive to the park. My daughter looked very happy and had imagined all about the slides and swings she was going to take charge of. Little was she aware of the disappointment that was going to come her way. The chill breeze was embracing us when we stepped out of the car. The park was a huge one crowded with a lot of people during such early hours. People of all ages were seen . Soon we were a part of the frantic lot who were desperately working out to sweat off. The park had a very huge walking area with lots of vegetation. Beautiful trees and plants were standing on a bed of spongy lawns. All types of colorful birds could be seen chirping around. It was quite tidy compared to many other parks.

THE PLAY AREA:
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They had tried to put up a children's play area. The slides and swings were available and were very new but were yet to be fixed. When we were nearing that area my heart palpitated. I realized that my daughter was going to become unruly. The only weapon I use during such a situation is, "threatening". I would say 'Poochandi' the 'boogy man' would take her away if she cries and he would always burst crackers (a thing that frightens my daughter the most) near her ears. She usually kept quiet when I uttered the word "Poochaandi". But this time she was desperate, she wanted to play on the slide at least once. She was least bothered about the "Poochaandi" now. She said "Let him come. I want to play the slide now!!". We were unable to convince her that her favorite games were yet to be fixed and she would fall down if she climbs on an unfixed slide. It resulted in a loud cry that was as loud as a horn, which made many faces angry. We could understand the message conveyed by those faces - "Why do you bring your child out when you can't manage her!!!”  The finally we had to show her some cartoons we had in our mobile phones which always proved to work out during such emergencies. She looked convinced after some time. We sat on a park bench watching the nature and people around. People of all ages were walking around completing several rounds proudly. Even a few familiar faces we see in television soaps were seen. They all had the same goal of becoming slim and healthy.

LAUGHING THERAPY:
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When we reached a huge lawn we saw a strange sight before us. Around ten people (a mixture of old and young) were standing around forming a big circle and were laughing aloud. It looked extremely funny. It is called laughing therapy and is believed that the more we laugh the more we become healthy and sound. All of a sudden I remembered my little one. She has a thunderous loud voice and usually attacks me with her questions. She carefully looked at the people laughing aloud and asked "Amma why are they laughing like crazy people? Anything wrong with them?" She could not have done anything worse than this to us. One among them heard her say that and looked at us with a long red face. One could never believe that this person was laughing aloud, a second ago. No wonder he had come for a laughing therapy. He was about to say something to us, but we almost ran away and reached a farther point where we would not hear him.

FIELD PRACTICE:
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As we were walking through the long stretch, all of a sudden a man running in the opposite direction bent himself to his right almost near my daughter's leg and made an action as though he was picking something from the ground. He gave all of us a big shock. He was unmindful of our shock and continued his action alternately to his left and to his right. I gave a puzzling look at my husband. Then he explained me that he should be practicing for a cricket match and his action was similar to a fielder's and he was trying to pick up an invisible ball. He could easily explain this to me. But how about my little one? He will have to explain what is cricket? Who is a fielder? What does he do? And every back ground information without which sher would not be happy with the answer. Thankfully she was busy watching a wood pecker making a hole on a tree and she was not aware of what had happened near her.

PEEK A BOO GAME
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And then we encountered a middle aged lady doing yoga. She was covering her face with her palm. My little one had not known what  is“Yoga”. So it looked very strange for her. She kept asking me what the lady was doing. I was trying to explain her by all means but was unable to satisfy her. Then finally she convinced herself and came to a conclusion that yoga was similar to playing a peek-a-boo game. As we were having a brief talk about yoga, my husband was suddenly hit hard on his left shoulder. A man who was as strong as a bull  had hit him hard as he walked his way in the reverse direction. He was walking backwards, perhaps suggested by some noble man that walking backwards would make your heart, body and soul pure and perfect. He did not wait for my husband to react. He kept continuing his journey backwards. I thought, definitely he was going to be blasted by someone especially if it were a woman.

CONCLUSION
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After all these adventures, it was 8:00 AM and was becoming sunny. We were prepared to leave the Park having enjoyed the fresh morning walk. We felt guilty that we had wasted our time lying down on bed missing all of these. We made up our mind to visit the park every weekend and we had been following it as our routine.