So these days Diya has rekindled her passion for Temple Runner. She spends around half an hour every day on her dad’s phone playing this amazingly addictive game (isn’t that what it is?). And one has to look at the sheer effort and concentration that goes into this activity. At the end of every game, she exclaims and announces her scores which are usually better than last time.
No, this post is not really about how brilliant my daughter is in this game. This is more about my own fears that have surfaced after years.
As a child I used to have a lot of nightmares. They had started when I was around 9 or 10 and continued till I turned 17. I don’t know the origin of these. It might have something to do with the fact that in 1984 we were in Ghaziabad and I have memory of fear in the neighborhood. I remember the Gurudwara being burnt down, my parents speaking in hushed voices about the horrors they had witnessed. I am not sure if that is what stayed in my mind. But I can’t think of anything else which could have triggered those series of nightmares.
The nightmares were typical temple-runner types! I was in middle of a deserted mohalla (and it was always the Ghaziabad neighborhood that I had lived in), running away from someone who I knew was out there to kill anyone and everyone. I never saw who was following me. I only remember that fear in my heart, that urge to get away and that sunken feeling that I would be soon caught. I always ended up waking up covered in sweat and found it really hard to go back to sleep. That was when my mother introduced me to the ‘magic’ of Hanuman Chalisa. It was a small booklet and I used to read it every evening, and it did help to some extent. With time and age, things got better and the frequency of such nightmares reduced. But their memory is still scary.
Coming back to this TEMPLE RUNNER.. The first time I tried my hand at it, it sparked the old memories. And that was the last time I ever touched it. It was like reliving those nightmares.