Daily Prompt – Generation XYZ

We-Are-the-Facebook-Generation

To understand a generation, we need to understand what generation means in the first place. A generation by a dictionary means –

The average period, generally considered to be about thirty years, during which children are born and grow up, become adults, and begin to have children of their own“.

Welcome to our generation. Our generation that grew up hearing songs on CD players hung by our belts, grew up to carrying mp3 players and then iPods. Our generation that saw an internet boom, fought Y2k. Our generation that’s seen wars breaking states and countries into two. We probably witnessed the rise and spread of a technology revolution so big that it now has changed the lives for every living being on this planet. Things are now small enough to be held on the pore of our fingers which once couldn’t be held in hand bag.

We are the generation that believes that our future beckons to technology while we continue to value things that our parents taught us. We are the hybrids – the best of everything if we have our head in place and yet the worst of everything if we’ve lost it.

The generation that succeeds us, lets just say, gives up way too easily. They are weak hearted and weaker minded. They are affected more by movies and Facebook than their parents. Since I don’t have kids and I deride the next generation, ones that were born even a decade later, I’m going to talk about the generation that preceded us. We have tons to learn from them and yet tons to throw away what we learnt from them.

Our parents were strong for they believed more in human communication and touch. We learn senses. They weathered freedom struggles, wars of the worst kinds and yet survived to tell their tales. We learn toughness. They invented so much, we can’t help but wonder if we would still be the whiz-kids had they not laid the foundations. They invented bits and bytes. They invented memories. They gave the non-living, the brain to decide – yes or no. We can never waylay their contribution to the humanity.

My parents never failed to bring me in touch with that facet of their times. They taught me to see and think different. It’s a different side if I actually did it. But they tried their best. They cheered me up when I raised my first cricket bat. They were open-minded, for I was travelling alone in public buses responsibly taking care of my brother and his friend, when I was 8 years old. They taught me responsibility. Through the ups and downs of their lives, they taught me humility.

Crazy as I may sound now but our preceding generation tried teaching us society when they should have taught humanity. They taught us jealousy when it was competition we needed. They tried teaching us pride but all they really emanated was ego. We learnt to see the blackness in people first than embrace the truth of their deeds.

In this internet age, when the world is literally at our fingertips, we should try instilling hope, pride and humanity in our children than burn them early in their childhoods all the while suppressing their basic need for necessary freedom.

And I learnt this from my parents. Freedom if imparted carefully turns into responsibility much better than any other virtue.

Kids and Internet+Sex

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.

Unforgettable Past – ITARSI – The Escapade!

He was 6 years old. His second school after his father got transferred from Bilaspur which then belonged to state Madhya Pradesh (now Chhattisgarh). It was his first day at his new school. Far away from his home, he wasn’t used to the alien feeling. He was small and was about to do something that will forever force him to do, only the unthinkable.

Father took him to his new school in his Jeep. He entered the main wrought iron gate of the school – Shri Tagore Vidya Mandir. Like it was his habit from his earlier school from the same town, he started looking for his class. Roamed around for a while and found it wasn’t on the ground floor. Those small feet then climbed the roughly cemented stairs. He was perplexed – why were all the others were wearing red shorts, and his were green? Never having known the concept of mediums in a school, he matched feet to feet and proudly entered his class, having found it on the first floor. He was half an hour early. He entered never having noticed the teacher who was sitting with the kids. She saw the boy with the green pants. She got up from her place and without asking a single question, slapped the boy hard on his left cheek. And then another. She yelled – ‘Baahar jaao yahaan se (Get out of the class)’!

And he promptly did so, shedding tears not because of the stinging pain on his cheek but for the sheer embarrassment that the incident had impaled in his heart. He cried, cried loudly when a maid heard him. But he didn’t notice. She yelled out at the boy for roaming around on the campus and there came another slap on the same cheek. He hadn’t yet spoken a word on the alien land and had already been assaulted thrice. He forgot the face of the teacher with the last slap but will forever remember the face of the maid – the stroke was ferocious. The boy sat on a tampered round-about, looking at that wrought iron gate that brought him into this hell. And in a fit of rage, decided to open it for he had quit. This was not how he wanted it!

He stood on his toes, slowly and silently opened the gate, got out, leaving the gate hanging limply on its hinges. He smelt freedom, still crying.

He knew his way home. Never once thinking about the distance, he started walking. Wandering around, he saw the relieving sight of the railway station. He saw the rails. He saw the ever-so-fascinating engines. Tears blurred his vision as he started crossing the web of rails never aware of the danger. Guess he never knew danger. He was so small. He was just 6 years old.

Getting across the station and into his favorite empty street, plunging trees caving in from the right and the rails on the left. He now knew what he was looking for. He was looking for a clinic where his father would bring him for treatment when he got sick. He knew that the road from this clinic, drove straight to his home. He had forgotten his tired legs, thirst, hunger – for he knew his way home now, joy bleeding from his heart. Home where his mother will greet him. He found the clinic. Finally relieved, he kept walking.

Then a miracle happened, small as the place was, a driver from his father’s office noticed the boy, took him in his Jeep and took him home.

He was then a happy wanderer!

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Remember, I once announced that I’ll rewrite some of my posts. This is the first of the series!

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Color of your dreams

I have been having this trouble sleeping lately. They may have a lot of science behind it but I don’t know it and I don’t care to know it. My question is simple – What color do you see your dreams in?

I have had an incident in my life which changed the perception of all my dreams and it occurred way back in my childhood when I didn’t even know what that incident meant then and what would it mean later in my life. I never thought of my life back then — I was so young! But now when I have started taking a lot of interest in my life and have started learning about it, started pursuing my interests rather than others, I now see that that particular incident made a severe dent in my life. It changed the way I have perceived women and would forever perceive them. I just grew up around it. Now I’m a 29 year old man, who has grown up with all his roots firmly held in place but roots that are watered only by that incident. And it happened in a glowing red bulb!

I haven’t seen a dream lately that hasn’t been red, the haze of the same red bulb! Does it happen to others as well?