Tiger VS Lion!

I’m still on a hunt, what made me horribly lazy to not to sit with my most favorite hobby. Three long months, ten incomplete posts in my drafts (and who knows, even this post will increment the incompletes!) That’s what it takes to publish this post. I now clearly understand how much an expectation will stimulate desperation (ini na sathyama form la illadha indian cricket players ah ootamatan!)

Who would have thought that I’d be sitting in the corridor of sixth floor of my hostel and let the chill Coimbatore breeze caress my face by late in twentieth  hour of this day and thinking about stuffs which I usually don’t.

How’d it be for a three year old kid, when he is in a period of surveying almost everything he sees get tied to a table passing through a cord by his mom? He would have nothing but to stare at the door of that room to wait for his mommy to play with him after she had finished her daily chores!

How’d it be for a five year old kid, who is the only kid for family, when walking through lonely avenue see a pair of siblings playing happily in a park and finds that he can get nowhere near to that happiness. He keeps his hands in his trousers and dribbles a stone in the street and keeps that stone as his comrade to reach his house?

How’d it be for a ten year old kid, who just resided inside a new large house and has company of virtual him, sitting on the water tank which is ten feet high from the roof, discussing about the encounter of Mr. Virappan and don’t know if he could feel sorry for him or not?

How’d it be for a twelve year old kid, who has a restriction to not to switch on the TV on the Sunday afternoon but to sleep, When he is constantly threatened by his ‘arch rival’ boredom, he made friendship with the pokemons in the jengacards and tazos he collected in Cheetos packets, he had absolute friendship with Pikachu and squirtle with whom he could share all the stories from the past one week?

How’d it be for a fifteen year old teen who has no one to fight so drags his mom into it and finally ends up in awkward silence for two hours where he has to bring his dad in as a peacekeeper to get the situation back to habitual?.

How’d it be for a nineteen year old teen who just entered the area out of his comfort zone, who has to speak with new persons, adapt to new situations, encounter backstabs, he who has never spoken a lot with people other than his own parents and virtual him, he who is an excellent introvert, he who has fear to start speaking with people, he who has fear to lose people. Who falls submissive when he should have been dominant!  Where he hardly opens his heart to the people and feel free to laugh and joke, He who finds amazingness in the friendship between his classmates and envy them, he who could not channel his anger and anxiety but release it as outburst, He who wishes that he has a sibling for his own when his friends tell about their siblings?

How’d it be for a guy when he wants to share teen stuffs or about his crush? He always wants someone other than his friends to share about it and finds that there is only a virtual brother ready with all ears for his stories?

This is India, the place which is well known for its culture of joint family, once. The place where there were togetherness and individuals hardly know detachment. This nuclear family culture has not only destroyed the fun and glee which was once present in the joint family, but it has created a fault which could be cracked easily like the weak areas of earth crust from where the magma erupt in the minds of young generation, where the magma is perceptibly the fear which will create the instability eventually.

Arguments will be there whatsoever, people will be there for supporting the advantages of having single child in the family but the bitter truth is that children who were grown as single child in a family where they don’t get too much space to share fall easily as a victim for child abuse.

Children or the adults who once were children who used to be a single child in a family never would have experienced the habit of sharing; they would have hardly witnessed the system of strange and can’t be easily understood culture of siblinghood.

When I mentioned about the events in life of single child, it might be my own tale or it might be some weird imagination which the cold breeze has induced in me but what I told matters.

The truth is single children are always tigers, they are good and alone and children with siblings are lions, they are in group and they are ruthless. How much the tiger tries, it cannot become the King of jungle overtaking the strength of lions which is togetherness.

When the government advertises “We two, ours one”, I feel like “We two, ours two is far better and it is what this current nuclear family children needs”