Dear One,
"I Quit..."
Remember those infamous words from 3 Idiots. That was just a reel shot but how many young people are making those two words their last words.
I recently attended a seminar by an eminent psychiatrist on 'Teen Suicides'. The venue had a capacity of holding hundred odd participants. But to the surprise of many, more than two hundred people turned up, most of them anxious parents. The hall was jam packed yet many "upper class" people chose to sit in the doorway or any other cranny they could squeeze in.
The entire scene was dismally upbeat. I know it contradicts but all the parents were visibly concerned and excited to know professional answers and solutions to the latest teen fad - Suicide.
One anxious parent asked "Why do children commit suicide? We give them the best of everything. What is it they lack that prompts them to take such extreme measures."
"We prompt them to commit suicide," pat came the reply of the psychiatrist, much to the horror of everyone present, "And what they lack is our quality time." He let his bold yet pertinent answer sink in for a moment before he explained further.
"In today's time," he added, "every parent works doubly hard to give their children the best of everything. Be it education or entertainment or any fancy gadgetry, you name it and they have it. In return they expect a lot more from their children. They want them to score top marks in their exams, play cricket like Sachin Tendulkar and dance like Madhuri Dixit. In short every parent dreams of their child to be nothing short of a Superman."
Well, in my opinion it is not wrong to expect from your children, but the expectations should be real and practical. Don't push them to the extremes. Identify what they are best at and gently encourage them to expand their own limits. At times, we have to just let them be what they want to be and not what we want them to be. What is the point of living your dreams through your child's eyes. Let them dream and live their own dreams. Our duty is to become their loving guide and not a ruthless dictator of dreams.
Let's face it. Today's children are much more stressed out than what we were in our childhood. They have to face the vagaries of the modern world which is hopelessly demanding and unforgiving. Let us be forgiving with our children to start off with. Let's appreciate them often and lecture them less. Inculcate deep spiritual values of love, sympathy, compassion etc. from an early age. Most importantly let us gift them our most invaluable possession - Quality time.
We, as teachers and parents, should give them a solid grounding to walk on and mighty wings to fly high. Educate them for life and not just for a career. Appeal to their heart as much as we teach them to expand their minds. A balance of heart and mind is very essential for a successful and happy living.
Lastly, no one would like to choose death over life. It's only when they lose hope in life that they find respite in death.
Give them hope and encouragement. Help them to live. Help them to love - because life is still beautiful.
Peace in yourself; Peace in the world.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Hi Sri,
ReplyDeleteGod one .. I woud just like to put a small story that came to me in my mailbox.. Hope this puts some more light to the article that you have... Here it goes....
Title : "Can I Borrow Rs 25"
Just give it a thought..... ......... ...
Can I Borrow R 25?
A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.
SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'
MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.
SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily..
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'If you must know, I make R 50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow R25?'
The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities. '
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..
The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.
'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Mummy, I have R50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
Thanks & Regards
Hemchandra
Well said Hem...
ReplyDelete