In India, every year 1.26 million children die every year under the age of five as per the report of sample registration system of 2013.
Isn’t that a blot on Indian governance and a testimony of their failures in policy making relevant from the health perspective? These are estimates. We can assume that the number of children dying is far more!
This is enough to conclude, on which path of prosperity our country is trudging. I wonder about those who survive after 5 years of age. Are they still alive or are being killed by society?
Confused? They are certainly alive physically. I am concerned about their mental, emotional and spiritual growth. In support of my concern, I would like to share a story…
When Chotu (name given to kids) was born, everyone was on cloud nine. Ecstasy could be sensed in the ambience of the new-born coming home. He was very enthusiastic as a kid, his feet never stopped, and when he slept, a void could be felt in home. He was growing old with every passing day.
He started going to school, learned about the moral values from the moral science textbooks like “Honesty is the best policy”, “Respect your elders”, “Be kind to the poor” etc. Some Panchtatra story of Tortoise and Rabbit inspired him a lot. As a kid, he followed the value of tenacity to overcome petty school homework, etc.
Everything went well. At the point, he was introduced to the “SAMAAJ”, where practical doctrines work like taking or giving bribe is a fundamental duty, not moral values, he was perturbed.
In his teenage, he went to the playground, and he expected a fair-play with his mates. It happened, but some abuses were heard from other mature players field. He wanted to learn guitar but was not allowed as his marks could be affected by the division of time.
While travelling, he reached to a beggar and began giving him a few cents from his pocket. He was warned by his mother not to do so because it’s a gang of beggars and it is all a business. Although, the argument was not false, but at this moment, his kindness towards the poor was jolted.
He wanted to talk to his parents about his wrong deeds. He somehow mustered the courage to talk. “You must make it to an eminent college”, said his father, giving him a strict look.
He then fell in love with his batch-mate and couldn’t propose because of all pseudo-notions society about something as pious as love. “Love doesn’t happen, it’s all an urge.”, the society made his faith die. At this point, his perspective towards the opposite sex changed and love and sex became synonymous to him.
For extra marks in board practical, his teacher pushed him to cheat to improve school performance. He was now convinced that education is all about scoring marks. And since them, his life has become a school of lessons.
The above story could belong to anyone. We, the youth of India, are often questioned or tagged as immature, careless, ambitionless, party-seeker, and even abusers. But, why doesn’t society gets that it killed us outside the womb, making us monsters.
We were the kids in past. It was the society which killed our emotions of honesty, piousness, enthusiasm, love, innocence etc. since childhood. The result of this orchestration by the society is present-day youth. What the society invested in them, the same is the outcome. Just like every action has equal and opposite reaction.
To my readers, if your story is like that of Chotu, you can’t do anything about the past. It is frustrating to know how our true version got amalgamated with impurities, but the good part is that we know that it is wrong.
We can amend it by being a responsible citizen of world, by good parents to our kids, who keep their virtues alive.