Ripple effects….

An unknown face with his fate haunts me in the most unexpected moments…couple of months ago, a student in Sri Kakulam was "ragged" by his seniors, for sexual favors. He succumbed to their threats and gave in. After that horrific abuse he reported to the cops who realized that those god-forsaken seniors are absconding. Later in the progress of events, this guy with his father went to report this to human rights activist. By the time, they returned home, the mother of the abused boy, was found dead…she committed suicide !

All this was accounted over a period of 2-3 days. This line of events brought a lot of questions to my mind, in such an unimaginable state of affairs of this guy, who’s lost more than he bargained for. This guy had shown sheer braveness to bring attention and possibly fight for justice, instead of suffering in silence.

But the mother chose the easy way out, instead of supporting him through his ordeal, she gave him more to grieve about. It’s established once again how the reputation and societal norms coerce a person to chose the extreme alternatives.

I can’t help but wonder what would this kid be hauling with him for the rest of his life. Would he be blaming himself for years to come for bringing the black and white starkness of life to such tragic reality, would anything be ever normal to him, will he ever be able to cope with the rage he would feel towards his “seniors” or understand his mother’s choice to die, to that matter.

Instead of trying to brush it off as a depressing matter to think about, please take a moment to think of how ‘we’ as a part of the society contribute to the thought process of sexually abused victims and their families.

How we voice our thoughts and imply situations, affect the delicate minds.

Maybe a kind thoughtful word from her spouse, neighbor might have made some difference to her and eventually to this kid too.

WSID

Does it mean anything that twice within a time of 10 days you get a pang of strong feeling that you are not doing what you have always wanted to. Though you don’t know what exactly is it. But the people you are working with, the “mahol”, the pettiness in the rat race and everything just doesn’t seem to click and you are standing there alone in this huge room looking from up above at yourself from a third person’s view and see your thoughts fly, your shadow running away and a meaningless sigh depicts many burning illustrations.

Thick twice before u call

your kid “clever” !

BBC News : Teachers should stop calling bright pupils "clever" for fear they might not be considered "cool" by classmates, a union has been told.

Wow! I don’t have kids yet, but I know at some level of my conscience, it doesn’t seem right. No matter how u r considered by your classmates, roomies, u can never escape from being who you are, and what you turn out to be. If any, we deprive them of the recognizing that uniqueness each child carry within themselves.

The society seems to be evolving into this police of sorts in our schools, streets and living rooms. I’m all for the kids who need protection from the harm brought on by adults and rightfully so we should protect them.

But these idiosyncrasies turned regulations, to say “hey beware of being nice to your kid, you might just jeopardize his/her social life”. C’mon, I think we need these superficial crises to fret over our superficial problems at that tender age, so that when we grow up into complicated adults, we’ll know how we beg to differ.