Wish you all a very happy and prosperous  new year ...

This year, like every other, everyone is busy taking resolutions to cultivate healthy habits, follow our role models, or may be, become one.

Rewinding the meaning of these words to the innocent times, I remember

  

I'm Popeye the sailor man
Popeye the sailor man...
I'm strong to the finish 'cause I eat my spinach...
I'm Popeye the sailor man...
*poo poo*

Some how I was always fascinated by him. I especially related to him because of the way he fought all those bad guys twice his size. I, being consistent to be positioned in the first row during the class photographs, thought even I can fight those big guys.

One more thing that Popeye taught us was spinach was the source of all the strength. My mom took every possible advantage of this.

The first time she got spinach, my first question was “where is the can?”. How can spinach be stacked in a bundle? It is supposed to be contained in a tin container that is to be pressed open and the contents directly gulped in seconds. My muscles would instantly become stronger and an anchor drawn on it. How was all of this possible with that leafy bundle.

But mom always had answers....

 I was explained that since popeye had spinach since his childhood he could open that can. So, for me to be able to do that I needed to have that weird looking green thing on my plate. Spinach, though being one of the top most entries in my hate list, I would always be the first one to finish it.

I intently waited for the moment when I would be strong enough to open that can. Somewhere between the wait for the can and regularly checking my biceps, I grew up. The can's mystery was out and so was my mom’s secret.

Eventually spinach dropped down my hate list. These moms.... they always find a way..  >_< 

But now I seldom have a good laugh with mom at my innocence. That’s exactly what childhood was for right?

“Innocence tinctures all things with brightest hues” _Edward Counsel