My patience was ebbing and keeping Little Princess safe from the busy road on either side of the bus stop was only fast adding to my growing impatience and irritation. The wait for Sid’s school bus to arrive on that Thursday evening had stretched to a menacing half hour of playing hide and seek around a pillar that had a camera perched upon it; a game of shooing away pigeons that flew down from its hideaway in the little crevices of shops that lined the bus stops and many more.
Even as I barely manage to control the enthusiasm of a toddler who has made it her life goal to explore the little bus stop where Sid’s school bus will drop him off, I notice the cars with bored and irritated office-goers who had hoped to catch the much-anticipated weekend (on this side of the world, we start our weekend a day earlier than the rest) a little early, stuck in a long snaking traffic jam; not to mention the steadily growing crowd of impatient public transport users, some of whom are seen pacing about anxiously, a few have caught the attention of Little Princess and her new-found friend who are gleefully running about the pillar; and others who have taken to quiet corners, their eyes glued onto their phones.
In my mind’s eye, I see my son hungry, tired and sleepy eagerly waiting to get off from a bus ride that has already lasted a good two hours.
Finally, his bus arrives and to my surprise, Sid and his friend come skipping down the bus. A quick peek reveal children of all ages eating, laughing, playing and having a good time with one another; however, the bus driver’s face is pinched tight with the tension of maneuvering his way through the traffic to get the enthusiastic lot back to their homes while he attends to the zillion calls of anxious parents (like me).
“It was fun. It was like a party on the bus,” quipped an excited Sid; “I suppose I might have to skip tuitions today, but I can always make up for it tomorrow,” said his friend who was to the best of her spirits.
I later found out that the children indeed had a wonderful time together as another kid exclaimed – “we had a sleepover in the bus.”
It made me wonder that as ‘serious’ know-all adults who value our ‘precious’ time and crave the monotony of routine, we may have a lesson or two to learn from our children, who simply let go and enjoy the simple pleasures of life that go unnoticed in a lifetime of achieving, succeeding and progressing.
As the Sadhguru rightly said, “It is time to learn from our children to make something out of nothing. A child finds an act and makes it interesting enough to make a universe of the act.”
So the next time you find your irritation growing and your patience ebbing as you wait in the confines of your car in a traffic jam you can reminisce the words of the mystic Sadhguru, “You are sitting in your dream car; traffic is only helping you stay in your dream a while longer!”