13 December, 2010

Revenge : A Desire

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Revenge. 

The desire for revenge had not burnt so strongly within me ever before.  But now, it filled my every pore. 
It was the reason for my very existence.  I wanted blood.  Their blood.  I wanted to see their blood spill on this dry land just as my family had bled.  I wanted them to feel fear, to feel death hanging over their heads.

They had wiped out my entire family.  The panic, the fear, that smell of cordite was only too fresh in my mind. I was hurt.  They had managed to hurt me but I had promised myself that I would not give up.  I had found both my kids a safe place, a haven where they could grow and flourish - with or without me.  My life was in peril but I had managed to get my children out of harm's way.  They were safe and at this point in time, that was all that mattered.

My body was on fire, pain radiated from my leg which was still bleeding from the bullet wound.  I knew that the men who were after me were still looking for me.  For, I had something they wanted - badly. They would do everything within their power to get it.  Man's desire for riches
is an unconquerable evil.

I was hungry.  Very hungry.  I could not recollect when I'd last eaten.  I have now been on the run for so long that time has ceased to be of any meaning to me.  The hunger gnawed at my insides.  Food was all my mind could register.  The desire for food was driving me crazy.

 "Desire !", I thought to myself "is the root cause of many a evil." Right now, my body desired food in a rather frenzied manner. 

The sun was shining in the sky, I could hear the birds chirping merrily.  I could feel the weakness settling around me like a warm blanket, dragging me into oblivion.  Vestiges of consciousness whirled their warnings in my head. "You cannot fall asleep", they said.  "You are not out of danger.  Those men are still looking for you.  They are armed and could be here any moment" warned more voices inside my head.

As these voices hummed inside my head, my olfactory senses started tingling. The smell of food was wafting, making me drool.  My stomach grumbled loudly in protest. 

There is something so innately satisfying about a tummy filled with food, albeit leftovers, I thought to myself a while later, as water trickled down my parched throat.   There was no time for emotions now but all the same I could not help but think of my children.  Little bundles of energy, playful, energetic, the joy of my life.  "Those men were wary around me because I had children to protect" I mused.  They think motherhood makes the femalekind stronger but truth cannot be farther than that. Motherhood actually makes the femalekind more vulnerable.  With children around, the stakes are much higher, we stand to lose so much more.    But then again, these men did not know that.

My eyelids suddenly sprang open.  I had not realized that I'd fallen asleep.  The sun was dipping in the horizon, a big, orange ball of fire, signalling the end of the day.  Night would soon lay claim, with its large, black blanket.  It was night that I'd been waiting for, since the dark is my element.  The sense of danger around me just served to heighten my senses.  They were near.  Yes, they were coming for me.  But this time, I was ready for them.  The desire to avenge the death of my loved ones was coursing through me.  The desire to rip those men open and maul them was an extremely heady sensation. 

I moved stealthily across the plains towards them.  I could hear voices in the distance, I could smell their  exhaustion.  They were about to camp for the night.  This time around, I think to myself, "the element of surprise lies in my favour".

My nose twitches,  my tail swishes.  It flicks back and forth as I unsheath my claws.  I look down upon my prey who lie around intoxicated.  The desire for revenge is a fervor now, a lust that spurs me into action.
I stalk my prey silently, waiting for the right moment to strike.  For, I, the mighty leopard will not hurry into an attack. 

I wait and when the time is right, I ambush.


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09 December, 2010

Hyper parenting a.k.a Helicopter parenting



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Ever heard of the term "hyper parenting" ?   

We watched a documentary yesterday night on hyper parenting and in more ways than one, it proved to be an eye opener.  The main question that the documentary raised was this : Are hyper parents actually giving their kids an advantage in terms of their academic life, social life and other facets of life or are they creating problems for their children which will probably last a lifetime.

The documentary, as the definition of "hyper parenting" suggests, focused on "helicopter parenting".

I, could relate to most of what was being said in the documentary because being in the teaching profession, I see, come across and come into contact with hyper parents day in and day out.  Parents who push their children towards "excellence", parents who choose whom their child is going to be friends with, parents who keep their kids cloistered and protected from the evils of the outside world, parents who pack their children's weekends with classes of all sorts - all in an effort to give them that shade of advantage when it's time for the child to compete with the outside world.

I, for one, have to deal with my share of hyper parents on a regular basis.  There are parents who insist that they decide on the seating arrangement of their child in class, parents who insist that they will decide on what needs to be taught and what doesn't - and this is just the tip of the iceberg.  I've had teenage students who are escorted to their classes and back by their parents.  I've had parents who call their children on their mobile phones during class hours, to keep tabs on them or to tell them what exactly to do next. 

The education industry has indeed cashed in big time on this trend of over parenting. One sees all sorts of classes now - baby ballet, baby swimming, baby dance, baby phonics - the list is endless. The other day while on my way to work, I remember seeing flyers being distributed for something called "prenatal reading and phonics classes". Amazing, is it not ?  Yet again, it makes me wonder as to how much of this can be attributed to "social pressure". 

The question that rises to the fore is whether we are actually helping our kids or in effect, making them weak.  Are we trying to make our kids independent (which, according to me should be one of the main aims of parenting) or is hyper parenting creating a generation of kids, for whom, being dependent on their parents is the norm - because that's what they've done all their life. 

Earlier on, maybe around our own childhood days, the concept of a joint family system was still a prevalent one.  There were bound to be many children growing up together.  Children would play together, they would fight, there would be fall-outs, there would be make-ups.  Some children would be bossy, some would be meek.  Either way, some sort of balance would be struck over a period of time.  The important thing, however, was the fact that in just interacting with each other without too much of parental intervention, children learn their own set of social skills. 

Children fall down, get hurt but in the process, they learn.  They either learn to be more careful the next time or to keep going at something until they master it.  Children learn that if they fall down, they need to get up, dust themselves and keep going at something all over again.  But with hyper parenting, the exposure that children get to the outside world, is very controlled.  It is censored by the parents.  These children are brought up being told that they will not fall down and even if they stumble, their parents would be right there for them, holding out a soft mat so that the fall does not hurt.  How good is this for the child ?  How will children learn from their mistakes if they are never allowed to make mistakes in the first place ?

Fact remains that all of us, as parents do exert a certain amount of control on our childrens' lives.  Fact remains that there are times when each and every one of us has had to stand up for our children in different situations, under different circumstances.  But the important thing, the lesson for parents to take away from all of this is not to overdo things.  The balance between protecting and over protecting is indeed very fine.  The line is very thin.  As parents, we may occasionally end up crossing that line but again, as parents it is a learning process for us too.  And learn, we must.

It is important that we, as parents, learn to let go.  I think that's what it boils down to.  Letting go.  I've said this in many of my previous posts and yet again, when watching that documentary yesterday, that was what struck me the most.  The root cause of hyper parenting seems to be the inability to let go.  As a parent, the innate nature screams and says "protect your child".  But again, I guess we have to learn how and where to draw the line.  It is important.  Not just for us, as parents but more so for our children, as individuals with their own identities.  More importantly, I think by "letting go" (age appropriately), the message that parents send out to their kids is that they trust them.  This is so very important because trust is a factor which works both ways.  It cannot and never will be a one way street.

One question that was raised in the documentary did get me thinking.  There will come a time when this set of "hyper parented" kids become parents themselves.  What then ?  What will they do ?  Will there be a whole new generation of hyper-hyper parents or would they realize the drawbacks somewhere along the way and decide to cut loose when it comes to parenting their own children. 

There was another question raised by the documentary : How well would these children cope when they finally have to venture out into the world on their own ?  Will they have their coping mechanisms in place ?  Will they be able to handle the pressures of the outside world without hanging on to their parents' coat tails ?

Like so many other things in life - I guess this too boils down to a single word "balance".  Children do need parental help at times but at others, they have to be left alone to fight their own battles.  What is needed is a generous helping of trust and confidence in our children, in being able to let them cope on their own without giving in to that innate urge to step in and pave the way for them.

Like Sloan Wilson once said

"The hardest part of raising a child is teaching them to ride bicycles.  A shaky child on a bicycle for the first time needs both support and freedom.  The realization that this is what the child will always need can hit hard."