When the medicines don't work, a little love does. When the chocolate cant cheer you up, a warm hug does. Dad's teasing ruffle of your hair, matter more than that crocodile print Gucci. Walking barefoot on grass, with the tender stalks shyly curling up your toes feels indescribably pleasant. One new notification on facebook. Couriers. Coffee steaming up your glasses.

Its always the small things in life that matter and count :)

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Child.


What is more innocent than a child? Their uncorrupted souls and their searching, candid questions? Endless love towards everything uncomplicated and their lamb-like smiles ? And yet, society has plunged itself into the deepest abyss of shame with the way it has treated these little angels. 

So what if his parents live in a hovel? Does that mean that he too should grow up in the shadow of poverty and never nurse a dream? So what if his parents could not afford his education- is it his fault that the sullen father spent all his money on the cheap alcohol? The teenage mother left him, in the carcasses of human garbage; and yet does this mean he should live like a mongrel with the mongrel? The dictators waged a war- does this mean that these dove-like children should suffer ? While countries brewed phials of hatred; it is these children who suffered the most. With no food to nurture their body and no education to nurture their minds, they live to rot or grow up to hate and follow footsteps of violence or ill.

Let us become responsible. For if child indeed is the father of man- as the famous adage goes, then we have a duty towards molding them into future adults. Furnish them with education so that they can distinguish right and wrong on their own. Provide them with food so that they can rest in peaceful slumber at night. Allow them to dream, for if nothing- this world sustains on dreams and hopes. Let us not distinguish between the poor and the rich.. for a child is the child of the world. He deserves to grow up with respect and in surroundings that let him cultivate a good soul. Let them not be victims of lineage or circumstance or a war but be given a fair chance to grow up in this world

If nothing, let us preserve Innocence. 




4 comments:

  1. Awwwww =)
    Yeah. You know we had this sir in school, if we didn't cover our books, he'd ask pappa ke paas paise nai hai kya? He maybe meant it in a joking way but once this guy who doesn't have a father heard this and broke down.
    Our society is shit =/ We speak so high about giving people opportunities and all. About eunuch rights, child education but we don't even care to find out whether our own maid's child goes to school.
    Loved this post :)
    xo

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  2. Did something make you write this ? I got a feeling somehow.
    Only if the world felt a little more responsible, it all wouldn't have been an abominable pattern.

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  3. Its a grave theme u picked up...and presented it very well.

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  4. Blabaholic: I know. We are all so callous. Time we faced the brute in our own selves.

    Serendipity: Was looking at a child beggar. It wasnt his fault he was born poor! I was wearing mittens and he was barefeet. Never did I feel so horrible!

    Yash: Thanks!

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