A month after my course is done, I have ample of time to sleep, argue, observe & think. I could easily observe the hierarchal change in my existence, and this was more prominent after seeing my teenage cousins stepping into colleges, seeing youngsters in news every now and then and moreover realizing the fact that I have crossed my student life and things no more seems the same.
It use to sicken me to hear our elders saying- “Humaare zamaane main to”…..But now time runs even more fast watching the impatient, aggressive, and non emotional generation that leaves me a step behind. Always. Is it good or bad? That’s still something i have not yet worked out.
Recently i met my former college professor after a long time and she said- “Your batch was the last batch we miss and remember, now days that attachment is missing”.
Things were and are nearly same except the revolting nature. Dissent against heavy bags; revolt against stress which results in suicides and further decision of scrapping 10th boards, Shout against strict teachers, Shout against wearing veil and having beard in schools, shout against violent video games…Shout for just everything.
The question is that schools were never meant to pamper but to make you disciplined and to enhance uniformity.
To aim for reality shows and opt for short cuts, to exploit your childhood and die without technology. Is this mutiny such a young strong ego that can make you leave your home, divorce, switch your job or kill anyone at any clash or change in atmosphere?
Has adjustments lost its era, its importance?
And within all this, the shout for justice has faded its geniality and has provoked selfishness. And unfortunately everything is justified too.
Maybe O'Brien was right when he wrote...
Do You Remember?
Jennifer O'Brien
Do you remember when life was a game
Do you remember when all we wanted
was fame
Do you remember making mud pies
Do you remember telling little white lies
Do you remember playing dress up
With all your older sisters make-up
Do you remember being afraid of the dark
Do you remember the adventures
On which you used to embark
Do you remember when you hated boys
Do you remember having all those toys
Do you remember your first bike
Do you remember what being a kid was like
Do you remember?
It use to sicken me to hear our elders saying- “Humaare zamaane main to”…..But now time runs even more fast watching the impatient, aggressive, and non emotional generation that leaves me a step behind. Always. Is it good or bad? That’s still something i have not yet worked out.
Recently i met my former college professor after a long time and she said- “Your batch was the last batch we miss and remember, now days that attachment is missing”.
Things were and are nearly same except the revolting nature. Dissent against heavy bags; revolt against stress which results in suicides and further decision of scrapping 10th boards, Shout against strict teachers, Shout against wearing veil and having beard in schools, shout against violent video games…Shout for just everything.
The question is that schools were never meant to pamper but to make you disciplined and to enhance uniformity.
To aim for reality shows and opt for short cuts, to exploit your childhood and die without technology. Is this mutiny such a young strong ego that can make you leave your home, divorce, switch your job or kill anyone at any clash or change in atmosphere?
Has adjustments lost its era, its importance?
And within all this, the shout for justice has faded its geniality and has provoked selfishness. And unfortunately everything is justified too.
Maybe O'Brien was right when he wrote...
Do You Remember?
Jennifer O'Brien
Do you remember when life was a game
Do you remember when all we wanted
was fame
Do you remember making mud pies
Do you remember telling little white lies
Do you remember playing dress up
With all your older sisters make-up
Do you remember being afraid of the dark
Do you remember the adventures
On which you used to embark
Do you remember when you hated boys
Do you remember having all those toys
Do you remember your first bike
Do you remember what being a kid was like
Do you remember?
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2 comments:
welcome to the club... :)
btw thanks for the comment,u too deserve the congo...the hand who lit the first flame...
Woowww its was simply awesome.... and unfortunately True;)))
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