All About Kids
‘Children are innocent, loving and benevolent by nature. Evil comes in only when they become older” Mahatma Gandhi.
Today’s kids are not just kids. We are not kidding you. If you look around, whether in India, or in any other country, you can see that the arena is the same. Their plays and games are not kid’s plays. Their doubts and questions are often floorers, their acts, something fanning bewilderment. More often they flutter from their childhood itself towards the horizon where elders’ emotional and practical queries end. When coming to India,(we always love to talk about Indian scenario), the multi cultural and multi linguistic embarrassments prevalent here, makes the Indian kids more concerned about the contradictions of life around. Indians are more aware of the global citizen concept than Europeans and Americans. They read, write and speak English, revel in Hollywood movies, dress up, eat, drink and walk like Americans. Naturally, the kids follow the mannerisms of their elders. Scientists say that the kids born in this generation are of having well developed frontal brains that help them to follow the gimmicks of all that is related with the e-age. That is why a 5-year kid extends his support to us when our mobile phone happened to fall down. He can reassemble the parts within seconds to our amazement. We live in a society in which being the best, i.e. The richest, most attractive, most popular and like are at a premium. At school and at work, there is constant monitoring of performances and targets. And our kids become people-pleasing and result junkies. Still, we found out that, some of them nurture a different world of their own, in which they might have spun some beautiful pictures of butterflies and birds. Trailing off from the drill of questions and the strait-laced syllabi, they drift along their self-driven world, where they foresee the impending calamities, beyond the concocted bed time stories.
Here we publish a cute write up we got from a 9 year old girl from Kerala. We publish it as such without any editorial intervention to display the innocence and gravity of those scribbles. In fact, this very letter is the motivation behind “Kids Zone” in SCROLLINDIA.COM. So we welcome such write-ups (stories, articles, poems, or pictures) from kids. Let them do it their own. Parents please… do not intervene. It would probably kill its innocence.
I like trees and all green fields. I like to see my earth always covered in green blankets. My parents told me that earth is not a simple place to live in, but it is our mother. So I love earth always and I hate those who make any harm to it. I have read in the news papers that certain schools are actively planting trees on roadsides and in their schools to protect the environment. I have seen such things when I go to school, especially in the first week of October. Thus a lot of saplings are being planted. But after just one week, I could see that these saplings are either being eaten by the cattle or destroyed by any other means. Nobody is there to water or care it properly. Hardly after one month the plant dies. Why it happens? Those who monitor the planting ceremony can do some follow ups also. Now, while I go to school I see the grave yards of theses little plants along the roadside. When I was in LKG, on the way to my school, there was a wide green paddy field and a lovely stream passing through its middle. We get cool breeze when our van reach that place. After some time, some foul smell began to disturb us when we reach there. When asked, our van driver told us that, waste materials from the chicken farms and the nearby apartments are dumped in that area. There is no one to see all these because they do this at night. Afterwards, before we reach the stream we all will take out our kerchiefs to close our nose. From last year onwards I see some Lorries come and dump red coloured soil upon the green fields. Our van driver told us that this red soil they get by destroying some beautiful hills nearby. I was sad to hear that because I love to see hills which are almost blue in color, as a beautiful margin to the green fields. To my sadness, they dumped and dumped the soil again and again until a big part of the green field disappeared. After 2 or 3 months a new school building appeared there. Then came a doctor’s house, and some more buildings. Day by day, my lovely fields disappeared and new big buildings appeared. My parents told me that there is nobody to work in the fields and so the land owners sell their fields to those who give them money. If things are going like this, there won’t be any more green fields on my way to school. We won’t get any good breeze, though foul smelling. If I had enough money I would have bought the whole fields and make them all the more green by sowing paddy seeds and planting new saplings along. When I told this idea to my parents they told me,” then everyone will call you a fool”. When I wept, they told me that they would never call me so.
ABHIRAMI.R. CLASS IV D, BHAVANS VIDYA MANDIR POTTOR, TRICHUR. KERALA.