random source of ideas

Well while generating ideas for my design project I recalled this story. Long back when I was in school I don't remember which class exactly, but ya I do remember my mode of transportation. It was a three wheeler mechanical rickshaw with a wooden bench tied to the rickshaw puller's seat facing the other seat of rickshaw. It used to be full with students few sitting, and other running on the road giving dhakka to the rickshaw as it used to be overflown with heads of different ages studying in different class but of same school.

Forgot to tell the name of my school. It is Canossa Convent School ( Girls school and that to convent ) in Faizabad City. Once in our school this big movement occurred, that all the girls should start putting oil in there hair and make two plaits, those with small hair make two ponytails. Do whatever, but look bad, was what they wanted to convey. As our so called sisters(convent teachers) were pissed off finding more boys standing outside the girls school than girls after the school got over :-).

The rule was made such that who so ever will not follow the instruction will be made bald in front of the whole school. This became a big topic of discussion in our school as well as on rickshaw.

So the discussion started like this that if we don't follow the rule then all the Cannocian gals will go bald. As my school was considered as one of the fashion statement school so we concluded that after seeing the bald girls from our school probably other school gals will also start doing the same. And if this chain becomes even bigger, then there will be lots of people going bald in our country or may be in the whole world (forgive all of us for the kiddish imagination) :-).

And then design ideas started pouring in. What will be done with so many hairs? Somebody said baskets can be made out of it, rope, cushions, textile, upholstery, caps, mats, rolling shades for windows, bags and what not. I don't remember all of them but there was more than 100 ideas. We even discussed that there will be so many varieties of hairs and each will cost different. New industries will start setting up for hair products. Well this was not the end, what all new fashion and accessories can come up for bald community was also discussed. I regret that i don't remember the full conversation.

But that day we laughed all the way back to our home contributing new innovative ideas. It was a perfect group idea generation session which we do now to generate ideas :-)

Sorry to the people who found it ridiculous and those who enjoyed thanx a lot :-)

Anecdote

One childhood story I want to share which is my all time favorite. Once in my summer holidays when I was in 5th std I went to my village Benipur with my family. At that time we all cousins used to get together for the holidays and have fun. My younger sister beauty, my cousin brother Prince Bhaiya and I used to play together. We have a big mango orchard in Benipur but it needs to be taken care of when magoes are there or else we will not get any. So my Grandpa used to assign all of us some duties to take care of the place and mangoes.

All of us used to play whole day there, cricket, football, tree game, gulli danda and what not. Even Grandpa used to stay there whole day with us telling us stories and other facts for our knowledge.

So one day when my Grandpa left for his dinner to home and asked us to stay on the road outside the orchard on the khatia till the time he comes back, three of us agreed and started talking.

Suddenly an idea came in our mind, to make Mahua leaf plates and to eat dinner in that. It was dark by then. We had one Mahua tree near by, but it was not ours. It was of our neighbours. We decided to pluck leaves from that and make our plates. But the branches of tree were high so we asked our brother who was eldest and tallest of all, to jump and catch hold of a branch and tilt it down so that me and my sister can pluck the leaves.

As soon as he did that the branch cracked with a sound. Our neighbour who was a furious old lady shouted. We got scared and picked up the leaves and hid them in the bushes near by and went and sat on the cot as if we were not aware of anything. She came to us and asked who did that. Then suddenly I started fake crying and said even we dont know got scared as we have heard that one ghost lives inside the well which is near the Mahua tree. Then she said no need to get scared and sat with us reciting story till our Grandpa came. As soon as she left we collected the leaves we had plucked and left for home, made plates out of it and ate in those plate that night.

Nobody knew the story except three of us. I still miss those great days spent in my village.

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