The J-Factor

Dear Toys,

That’s the Giraffe, the Little Girl in Blue and the Lion sailing on a Boat in the Sea

Some of you look very calm and peaceful. Some of you a little more energetic than others. Some of you are funny. Some of you cunning. Some very political. Some ferocious. But all of you are able to fit into that small space dedicated for you: the toy box. Cuddled together. Nobody is bothered about what your preference is or what exactly is it that you want. You are just made to gel together with whoever you are made to sit, stand or lie down with. And you are the reason for the smiles on my little one’s face.

The giraffe, the little girl in blue and the lion are so comfortably standing together without the girl being afraid of either the lion or the giraffe. The lion and giraffe too are not in any hurry to pounce upon her.

I feel jealous. I feel really jealous of all of you. How on earth can you not retaliate? How can you not be arguing? How can you stay together without hurting each other? How can you be together without being jealous of each other? How can you not be rushing and not be panicky? How can you not be competing with each other? How can you be joyful all the time? How can you not be fearing something or someone all the time?

In another scenario, Lil Love’s Doll House includes her Dada-Dadi, Nana-Nani, Chachu-Chachi, Bua-Fufaji, Maasi-Maamu and all her little brothers and sisters along with her parents. At times she also finds space for Berlina, Ridhima, Maanvi and many others in her house. Sometimes she pretends that they insist that their parents and siblings too be included. Many a times she includes Lakshmi Didi, Meenakshi Didi and Prema Didi because she misses the girls who took care of her. Imagine a house cluttered with people just like Big Boss. And what’s surprising is that there are no communication gaps, misunderstandings, arguments, fights over petty issues and most of all no politics.


Anu’s world includes just her doll, a few books (mostly wildlife encyclopedia), many animals (she definitely is going to go and settle down in the Amazon rain forests because she already gives us names of such animals we haven’t seen or heard about; she doesn’t watch anything except wildlife documentaries and knows the habitat, eating habits of so many of them), a few shells and all necessary household things (like Vicco Turmeric, Neosporin, nailcutter and the torch) that the doll may require. Surprisingly, she has never picked up anything from the kitchen or kept her kitchen set on her doll’s dream table. May be she doesn’t believe that her doll will ever cook. I guess so because she tells us that her husband will cook food for her and she will help him. And when her Dad asks why, she responds that everyone eats, so everyone must know cooking. She assumes that he might not know cooking and so she’ll let him practice. Girls I tell you! Those are some of the occasions when the husband feels proud of the fact that I am his wife and that he does cook on some of the weekends.

I have strayed away from the topic a bit…is it?

Alright. So what I want to say is I am jealous of you, toys. Yes. You. The non-living toys. You don’t hurt anyone physically or their feelings. You do not gun down innocent people in an aircraft. You don’t rape women and kids. You don’t rape them and then torture them before killing them finally. You don’t kidnap school girls. You don’t kill teenage boys kept in captivity to fulfill political agendas. You don’t kill young school girls because they dared to go to school. You don’t kill young women for dowry or for giving birth to a girl child. You don’t engage in nuclear wars. You are not influenced by religion, caste, creed or money. You don’t fear a fellow being like we do and you don’t worry for the future of your children and other loved ones.

After playing Lil Love and Anu are made to put back all of you into their toy box and you (the cute little toys) stay there peacefully or so I believe. There is no blood shed. In the morning when I watch you, you are still holding hands or cuddled in someone’s lap or are kissing each other. Why can’t we co-exist like you? Why do we have to be so ruthless, uncaring and always hurting someone or the other? Why can’t we all simply live a beautiful life without poking our nose into everyone else’s business? They say it is all for power, or because of insecurity. In that case also it is better to be a lifeless toy like you. We won’t have a mind and so we won’t have any urge for power or any fear because of insecurity.

I seriously am  jealous of you deaf and dumb toys because you don’t live a life full of fears like us. If there is an Almighty or a Super Power above us, I wish He/She turns all of us into toys and places us in peaceful positions on His/Her Earth.

I believe your life is better that us humans as you make others feel good and smile instead of hurting them. I want to be one of you: a fearless, ever smiling, forever young piece of coloured wood, plastic or cloth that spreads happiness. I will at least be able to bring a smile to someone, someday, somewhere.

Yours sincerely,


“It’s the failure to see this planet as a single entity that causes so much pain so many times. You cannot attack one part of the world without it affecting the whole earth, the whole body. Attacking other cultures, other nations, is a self-destructive act. It always comes back on you in some way.”

― Gorillaz, Gorillaz: Rise of the Ogre


This post is part of the WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts program where the aim is to post at least once a day based on the prompts that they have provided. Today’s prompt is, “Green-eyed monster: Write an anonymous letter to someone you’re jealous of.”

The author Rekha Dhyani is one of the contributors to the We Post Daily and blogs regularly at Dew Drops. She also shares her lucky clicks at The Crystal Trance

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10 Replies to “The J-Factor”

  1. Interesting perspective Rex 🙂 Never actually thought about it the way you put it. But yes,these inanimate toys sometimes give us more joy and less grief than some of these so called humans 🙂

  2. Humanity seems incapable of taking joy in just being. It always strives to become – and more often than not it is to become powerful, which vents itself in all sorts of subhuman behavior. You CAN learn from toys about merely taking joy in being who you are 🙂

  3. Hi Rekha. Even though throughout you wrote about all that is wrong with humans, I saw a positivity in your words. You saw all good in the toy world, and toy world is obviously imaginary. You imagined such love and acceptance in their world.
    The Toy Story movies on the other hand are full of fights and jealousy, etc.
    Loved the goodness, it made me want to imagine good… Thanks.

  4. You know as a kid I always wondered what it would be like if my toys spoke.. just like the golliwogs came alive in Enid Blyton books.. what if my toys would come alive too… loved this post not only because it made me wonder exactly what you did.. but it also brought those childhood memories back..

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