Thursday, May 20, 2010

No time to play!

When I was a kid I had so much time and space to play. But today, when I look around I see no kids anywhere playing coz firstly they are so overloaded with homework and tuitions that they get no time to play and secondly there is no space called a playground for them. So, they have no option but to stay glued to the tv, computer and video games thereby leaving the parents complaining that their child does not take his eyes off the video game. Have they ever realized that what is the reason of children holding the tv remote and not the cricket bat or a bicycle?

Parents are so busy working that they have hardly any time to donate to their kid so they compensate it by buying a videogame. Houses are small in metro cities and streets are overruled by rash drivers. There are definitely no playgrounds so overall there is no place where kids can hit a six or have a cycling race!

Last week I was watching ‘Taarak Mehta ka oolta chashmah’ where a same scenario was highlighted and the kids and parents were trapped in the same dilemma. Children were not willing to go out n play coz they found every game on the video games and parents were petrified by seeing their children refusing to play. They knew that this would cause a dampening effect on their minds as well as health. So, all of them thought of a solution and introduced the kids to the games and activities that they enjoyed during their childhood. Through this method the chindren got a chance to learn the games which were played by their elders and also got a lot of time to spend with them.

Today, when everywhere there is a race we should not forget that if we are standing with a wrong posture at the starting point we can never finish or win the race. Similarly, all the parents should realize the fact that apart from studies mental and physical growth is a very essential factor. Kids need their parents time and when they don’t get that then they need money to make up for it.

I feel that every parent should make sure that their child grows in a healthy manner. Playful activities always make the child bright. If they are not headed in the right direction now, the next generations would slump down instead of touching the horizon.


Thursday, May 6, 2010

Gone are those days!

Salad days are seriously the best days in life. When I was young I always knew there is somebody to take care of me. No worries, no headaches, whatever I did was always accepted gracefully with so many people to pamper me all the time! Mummy n Daadi waking me in the morning and me with sleepy eyes trying to think of some excuse of not going to school atleast that day. But, I had to go.... now I realize that it was so much fun when my mom used to help me dress up, my dad waiting outside to drop me and daadi running behind to stuff breakfast in my mouth. The entire day was fun in school with studies n friends n masti during the games period. After coming back home there was a deliberate wait for the evening to go out and play. Then it was fun time when very evening we used to think about different games to play. Sometimes, ‘ghar ghar’ or ‘tug of war’ or ‘catch me if u can’ or ‘kho kho’ or ‘pitthu’ or ‘badminton’ or ‘cricket’ etc etc. orelse invent some other game that evening. Play n play till I was sure that if I don’t run into house now m going to get a gud thrashing from mummy for not doing my homework. As expected mummy used to be furious at me n my sister trying to save me from that thunderstorm. It was such a pain then but now when I go down the memory lane I wish to go back to those days.

Evenings were always a wait for Papa. As soon as he would come it was fun time, tv time and outing time. He used to ask both of us about our day in school and then that was the time when we could ask him for money or some permission to out or for an ice cream J especially when mummy was not around. He pampered both his daughters to the utmost level thereby installing the basics of life and it was due to mummy’s strictness that helped us to implement it.

M sure this must be the story of most of the girls and must be the opposite with most of the boys where the strictness factor is with their Dad. Those were the days when we thought that we have the greatest problems and nothing in the world can be tougher than school, homework n exams. Everynight before exams I prayed that, God please give me one more day just this time and I promise I’ll study from the beginning of the term next time! Now, that seems to be such a golden period when we had nothing much to think about and so much more to do.

I wish I could go back to those days where the meaning of responsibility was unknown. I wish I could jump back into time and steal a few moments of fun and frolic. I wish I could bring back those people who are now lost.

I wish I could bring those days back… but those are gone forever.

But, I have today to rejoice. Ten years later I am sure I would be writing about this golden period of mine. We just don’t realize it coz we have it with us! I just did and so should everyone before this also goes forever. J