Is PAST always better?

I have felt this all through my life. So far.

When I was 6-7 years old I used to think of the days I dont have to go to school when I was 2-3 years. 

All I was expected to do was eat well, sleep and play. Call mom "Mummy", Call dad "Daddy". They would be very pleased. Life used to be too cool.

(Alright... Alright... I made that up.... I didnt think that much when I was 6-7 years... read on)

When I was into the teens (12-13) I used to think how I enjoyed when I was 6-7 years old. 

No one cared about my handwriting. There used to be four lines 2 in blue and 2 in red within which I can write. Find answers to easy questions like 2*3 = ?

When I was (15-16) years old I was scared of my future. Which college will I land up in? I was tensed abount the board exams. I couldnt resist thinking that I enjoyed the most when I was 12-13 years. The PT classes were not used to take missed biology portions. Girls werent acting weird then. I did not worry who the topper in the class was. 

When I was 20-21 and in college: Started feeling nostalgic of school days. started comparing college friends with school friends. Thought school days were less irksome as we didnt think of life so seriously that time. Girls in school were thought better when compared to girls in college.

I am 26 now. I am still contemplating my future. I still think all the above stages of life are better than what I am living now. I also have this seventh sense feeling that says that most of you reading this would accept one way or other that you all consider your past to be more pleasant. I wonder if I will feel the same way when I am 75. More importantly, I wonder, are we all trying to make a better future without realising what lies out there in our present for us to take and taste.

Lets see. I shall continue on this topic when I am 75. Lets all revisit and see where we stand. (Is that a common managerial statement?  I guess I need to forget about work at home:) )

Why am I a Lilliputian?

I spent quite some time thinking what I should name my blog. Then tried a couple of catchy titles only to find that they were already taken. I am no great book reader. But I decided that the name has got to do something with the first book that interested me to read. Text books never interested me. I user hear to stories that my grandma told me to make me swallow couple of more mouthfulls while eating.

What was the first time I was interested in reading something?

Come on. That shouldnt be that tough. Bang! Yes. There was this book I got as a Prize for an essay writing competition. I was in 6th or 7th std that time. I memorized the essay my father wrote and managed to spit it well on the white paper on the competition day. Now, if you call that a talent, thats why I got this book for. 

Gulliver's Travels.

Not Sure how I started reading this book. But the tiny people thing in this book amused me. Now, only vaguely I remember the story... Lilliput was the island of the tiny people. 

Hmmm... I used to wonder in childhood - if I were so tiny and can sneak under the nose of my teachers, mom and other people who would want to confine me to home or school? what all would I do?

Now, I am wondering - How tiny I am? How big the world is? How many people? How many talents? What all happens in this world in one second? 

How many smiles? How many cries? How many create this smile or tears on others? 

If Alexander the great himself has only a few pages in a history text book that no one cares about these days... who am I to this world?

A Tiny Man. Most people dont even know that I exist. Just like the people of Lilliput. 

Thats how I became a citizen of Lilliput.