It was a crowded bus; absolutely jam packed, no place even to put a foot hold. I was standing along with rest, getting and giving a few pushes.
A lady in her mid-twenties with a kid not more than 2 years old somehow turned up besides me. It was hard for her, coz not only she had to hold her crying baby but also to maintain her balance in the speeding bus. As always is the case a good old kind man offered his seat to the lady(was a window seat and the lady argued with the other man who was sitting in the corner that she wanted the window seat for some fresh air).
The baby didn’t stop crying. The mother was at her wit's end trying to stop the kid from crying. She made faces, made strange noises to make the little one laugh, but in vain. She then tried to show him something through the window. He stopped crying for maybe 2 seconds or so, looking in the dark as far as his eyes could see. But then it didn’t interest him and he again started crying. May be he had seen enough imaginary things, that his mother had shown previous times, when he cried, that he knew now well of her tricks and wouldn’t fall for such bait.
He again continued to cry as if it was his duty. I was amazed by the kid's energy and determination to cry that long for no reason; it was more of a dry cry though, as his tears had mostly dried up and it was just the voice 'waaaaaaaaaaa' that was carrying on. He tried to kick and refused to stay in control, never minding that he would fall. I think the reason behind it would be, he was so confident that his mother would hold onto him tightly and wouldn’t let him fall no matter what.
At last they got down at their stop. How stubborn a child can be in his kiddy days? Adamant, obstinate, uncompromising, crying for toys, chocolates or for no damn reason as I had then witnessed. Being a child has its own advantage, don’t you agree?
A lady in her mid-twenties with a kid not more than 2 years old somehow turned up besides me. It was hard for her, coz not only she had to hold her crying baby but also to maintain her balance in the speeding bus. As always is the case a good old kind man offered his seat to the lady(was a window seat and the lady argued with the other man who was sitting in the corner that she wanted the window seat for some fresh air).
The baby didn’t stop crying. The mother was at her wit's end trying to stop the kid from crying. She made faces, made strange noises to make the little one laugh, but in vain. She then tried to show him something through the window. He stopped crying for maybe 2 seconds or so, looking in the dark as far as his eyes could see. But then it didn’t interest him and he again started crying. May be he had seen enough imaginary things, that his mother had shown previous times, when he cried, that he knew now well of her tricks and wouldn’t fall for such bait.
He again continued to cry as if it was his duty. I was amazed by the kid's energy and determination to cry that long for no reason; it was more of a dry cry though, as his tears had mostly dried up and it was just the voice 'waaaaaaaaaaa' that was carrying on. He tried to kick and refused to stay in control, never minding that he would fall. I think the reason behind it would be, he was so confident that his mother would hold onto him tightly and wouldn’t let him fall no matter what.
At last they got down at their stop. How stubborn a child can be in his kiddy days? Adamant, obstinate, uncompromising, crying for toys, chocolates or for no damn reason as I had then witnessed. Being a child has its own advantage, don’t you agree?
22 comments:
It's moments like that which make a person appreciate silence.
What a great perspective of a frustrating situation!
ha ha hah ha ahha ha ah aha ha aha ha ah haha haha ahh aha haha ah aha haha ha ha!
i love this line:
"...continued to cry as if it was his duty..."
:)
/t.
haha wouldn't it be nice to be a kid again? To not have any shame in making a fool of ourselves in public? I took the girls out for lunch today with a friend. It was a salad and soup buffet. Between trying to carry all their food and make sure they weren't getting in the way of others I barely had a moment to grab any food for myself. Later I played tennis with another friend. We taught the girls a little bit and told them to play with the toys they brought while we played a game. We couldn't get through one game. It's a nightmare sometimes to keep up with them and all of their demands. They think whining will get them somewhere, but slowly but surely they are realizing that I do not tolerate whining. Sometimes I want to whine too. Haha sandy let's be kiddos again!
Kids will be kids.
@sornie - thanks for visit my blog.
@violetsky - really
@/t. - yeah it really looked like that. he just cried and cried and cried as if some task was assigned to him for crying and he was just carrying out that.
@noisysmile - i would love to be kid again. But in all those whining, you really might be enjoying it too. make most of it. enjoy their innocence till it lasts .
@little lamb - there is no denying that and considering the fact that you r a little one too puts them in their league. lol
Longing for the past Sandy? he he he he he he. Sounds to me the kid was more like an oldster...needing his bed rather than a bus.
I enjoy your blog. A lot. Came over for a visit from Violetsky.
baaa!
@the walking man - yeah i like to be child once again devoid of all ill wills that a grown up has.
@ruth - thanks ruth for visiting ma blog. u r most welcome.
@little lamb - ha ha ha. dont cry.
I find that babies almost always cry on public trasportation; buses, trains, planes.
Maybe they have something against mass transit?
whim, the reason behind it might be, the way i see it, he feels suffocated , he hates crowd and noise.
Aha !! Kid feel calm when he has full attention of mumma, My nephew starts crying like u said "Dry cry" and stops soon as my sis pays attention to him.
I must be as naughty as my nephew in my kiddy days. Ohh God !! give me back those days.............
yeah jay thats so true.
i fucking hate kids who can't stop crying.
ha ha. as if you never cried in your kidddy days. Btw sory but bad words are not entertained here in my blog.
i still cry to my mommy when i have awfully bad days. and maybe to my guy. and my bestie. hehe
@melissa - you do? me too.
....well, my ex-wife brought up short any serious discussion of the matter from me.
She booted me out when our daughter was just a month old.
BUT
here's what I would have done.
The crying (if, as you say, dry, no reason...) would be my key and I would have sung to her.
Not in her ear, mind you, but, loud enough for hwer to hear, and the hope to be that she would recognize simple tunes to share.
@ha ha - point noted sir. Now not every dry cry would be ignored.
yes,i long to be a child once more
@deli - me too.
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