Do Children learn from our society we live in?

                                  Around 7’o clock at night, it was our busy marina beach service road glittering in flashing lights of the motorcycle and car. I and Steve are engaged in nonstop conversation on school going children’s and their incredible growth in science and technology. Steve, an aspiring guitarist began to unwind himself to start his harmonious play. I am the only listener tolerated his play; even it disrupts the pavement Mango selling grandmother who is listening to her radio. Dull looking pale faced boy with an uncombed hair comes closer to me with a packed cover in his hand, thought of a donation but excited when he advertised a ben10 and Julie mascots. 


Despite being a Julie fan, immediately purchased one pack from him, that incident remind me Dharmaraj, a local boy hailed from Puducherry, a soap bubble seller born to a poor family.  He is also one of my favorite marketing agents from sea shore. Slowly started the conversation & asked about his studies, he elegantly replied that he is looking after his mother’s job after reaching his home from school. Suddenly sparked; then I asked, wont you read books after reaching home. He laughed at me and said; bro. I have completed all works in school. Then, I understood, poor child like Dharmaraj is at least blessed to go to school where as many others like the above mentioned marina beach anonymous boy who can’t even envision schooling. I am not encouraging the child labor sort of, in the same case I don’t want to blight the expectations of the children; Since, I am aware of such emotional communications between the street seller and a buyer. In the metropolitan cities like Chennai, our Middle class children’s are peddling the cycles to reach their tuition centre on time. My both purchases are, for my beautiful niece.  

                              Steve tensions the string faster and also began to increase his voice, a little bit louder. Heard like a play hanged from computer which was playing ‘Na na na come on’’ Rihanna. I was watching an old man, walking and seriously trying to convey something to his barking Pomeranian dog as it stretches its collars   and runs behind the flash light of the passing bikes. Steve removes his specs when finishing the song, felt awkward & started using terrible words and searched in and around and laughed after finding me hiding besides the mobile chat stall. Mango selling grandmother who watches the scene also showed a happy signs.

                                         A call on the air, “mother, it’s far and I cannot go”. It’s the message from a five year old daughter to her mother. A teal color frock with a light color British hat on her head, standing on the stone closer to the end of the road, where she could find the slice of the mangos and anticipating for her long day wish to come true. Again she tweeted “mother, it’s far and I cannot go”, come here”. I thought the girl had fled from her mother’s hold; unfortunately the mother is busy with a man resting on the beach mobile stalls. Unimaginable vision, can’t even believe my own eyes. We (I & Grandmother) helped her to get some mango slice for 10 bucks. She fled to her mother within a few seconds. Had a question; won’t the child call her father for the assistance? And why don’t the father guide?  Until the child comes back to them, the father never looked for the child. Why? The girl shows signs of insecurity and waits for someone’s assistance. Mother failed to be a good teacher and her father had failed to provide security. Is it the entire nation wanted? It’s an injustice to the child who is learning something out of each day. The man wearing a tracksuit and a shirt does not look like her husband. The moment the girl reached the mobile stall, he was the first to bite the slice of a mango and continued his business, the main motto of his beach visit.

                                      Children like Dharmaraj were learning good habits that could direct a better way for their future. The children like the anonymous boy and the girl were learnt illegal, dishonest and illegitimate qualities from their parents that could lead them to craft an antisocial environment and may also be a trait for our nation.  Despite Nehru spoke about children being the future pillars of the nation; the concrete pillars can be constructed only by their responsible parents who can fill up colors for their children dreams. In our childhood, we learn a lot from our parents and from the society we live in. So, it’s essential to teach superior things to each and every children we come across.

                                    A refreshing or a thronging spots can end up remorse rather than offering beautiful memories, it’s all depends upon our views.  Steve’s melancholy play comforted my soul & ordered a mutton soup in a nearby stall & that is when I know; he can play an extreme sorrow loop.  Motionless & joyful observations continued with Steve’s melancholy.

_ Lingaraja Sivanaiah