What makes you a kid?
A desire to be playful.
Desire to play X-box/video games/computer games.
Desire to play pranks all the time.
Desire to stay with friends and never be responsible for your actions with parents intrusion a mandate.
Don’t know about today’s time but in our days, kids were just kids. They played, ate and studied. That’s it. No responsibilities, just chores to do, games to play and books to study.
But look at the kids today. They have a host of activities given to them by their schools. They know a lot, they can configure internet by themselves, facebooking, twittering on iPhones, Samsungs and flying, dancing, creating creative videos. I like this and this is how kids should be. Malleable to the extent that they turn into what their parents would ever want them be. Some parents though leave it to their children to find out their own paths only for their own laziness sake and fail to take notice of the direction in which the child is being brought up. The kids then are left to learn on their own and often land into dangerous zones.
Some of the kids are so smart, they know more about sex than some of us married adults do. They know what porn is at the age of 7 or 8, they are already circulating porn clips over bluetooth, wi-fi and 3G/4G. It’s amazing how kids these days get so much information when there are firewalls, software’s that prevent accessing such websites and PC configurations that allow only certain users to login. Have parents no idea what kids can get into with all this information? They are young playful minds and hardly ever do they know what stuff do they have their hands on.
In our days, parents used to govern over what time would we go out to play and they would check whether we had finished our assignments. My mother used to put a PC password so we don’t break into the computer and start playing games while they went for a walk in their evenings. I don’t think it happens today at all. The kids take to tuition very early and parents sometimes relieve themselves of their duties to monitor their outdoor activities. Keeping away from home for extra hours citing extra tuition hours and other such blackmails often land parents and children into a tussle over trust.
Kids just know so much these days like their childhood has completely been engulfed by Google. Are there any outdoor activities at all? Are they strong? Do they carry even half of our immunity? They are given what they want because they, from either internet or friends, have figured out ways to blackmail their parents.
Facebook properly teaches them what the meaning of fuck is. All kinds of swears in every possible language are freely accessible and they learn it, and one day BAM, in front of parents, lands a swear bomb!
I can say that yes there is an age when children ought to be left free to learn and parents should indulge in it as well to keep a tab on the quality of education the young ones receive. Teach them about internet – it’s pro’s and con’s. Teach them about sex and how (it), if had prematurely, can land a child in trouble.
I write this as I see kids around me and all I can say that if not the most fulfilling but I had a very safe childhood while these kids are losing their way early. May be they’ll be smarter but I can’t guarantee a lot of self-respect.
I don’t want to indulge the parents who have been successfully raising their children full of values. Here I only talk about parents and kids who have faltered.
Someone said – Things we own, own us!
Do we think about things that we own? Some of what we own are pure necessity, some bare comfort, some make life better and some downright unnecessary. Here’s how a normal day goes for me -
Wake up, shit, brush, gel, perfume, helmet, keys, bike, ride, traffic, office, laptop, winamp, code, coffee, code, lunch, code, coffee, code, coffee, code, helmet, bike, traffic, home, sofa, computer, minesweeper, blog, sleep!
How many of them are downright necessities or the other categories mentioned above – you figure!
I am owned. I am owned by the things I own because my time gets divided among them. I use them in the only productive things I do. I carry out my tasks with them. This is the 21st Century. Even if I have to say I am different from the rest of the world, my tools will remain the same as others as they may be the only ones available. For me to be excellent at what I do, I have to be good with the tools I own else what I do will be imperfect, often unfinished and considering my profound liking for perfection – that’s something I can’t live without. You need to do the best you can with what you have. My tools are important and per my liking. Some are a bit – over the top but they were my childhood dreams and I earn to own them. Yes, I’m possessed by my possessions. They love me more than most people on this planet ever will. They comfort me, relieve me of my stress. They are important and will forever be.
Yup. We went SHOPPING. We went shopping after SUCH a long while, it felt as if it had been decades before we actually visited a mall leave alone any brand store. Did a lot. BOUGHT a LOT.
Such a RELIEF it was.
Got some bare essentials, some apparel, some accessories and a question - does everyone feel the same, I mean relieved, after shopping? It has never never happened to me before, as the more expensive the products got, the happier I was. It was like a slap on fates face just to show – how it can be done and how things are ever improving. The more I’m being pushed down, the better I’m springing up. It was like a huge stride in my life to buy some of the stuff that I had only dreamt about in my boyhood days. Although, the best relief was to see my wife smiling so much after a very simple affair like a hair wash at L’Oreals. It’s so difficult to forget that face and those hair of course. And she bought a ton of other things too.
It was a beautiful evening with the sun peeping through the clouds. The weather was surprisingly cold for May 11 in Delhi as we were easily able to roam around without any covers and to our comfort, it even rained in the evening making the weather so much cooler and windier. It was like a day meant to start turning the tides in my life. The start of the crests after a prolonged season full of troughs. I don’t say all this on the back of the power of money but all of it felt really positive. I felt I could do something – something to cheer my wife on. It has been so gloomy, the last couple of months that such rays of sunshine were really welcomed. The vibes were good, we had a good time after ages and watched a movie, that too after a while.
Although I spent a lot, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t crying spending all of it. No regrets. And in the parking lot, I just said, fuck the credit. It felt really good to say it for I know how quintessential credit is for a better life but, I am now starting to believe credit is bad and it’s a pain in the ass than anything else. Your whole life starts revolving around the payments that you gotta make the next month or the EMI’s that’ll get deducted every 1st of your month making the joy of a salary credit in your account, so much more flawed and short-lived.
Anyone else feels the same?