The roughness and hatred in his voice shook me.His voice brimmed with rage and revenge.
Why did a fourteen years old boy say like this?Am I in America?No, it is a small browsing centre in kollam district.
It was a friday,15th April, I was breathlessly doing my work regarding NSS at the browsing centre.
I raised my head with anxiety.
Oh, the boys were playing games on the computer.They were in a car chase not in their seats.Their car ran like a cheetah.It ran over human beings."Kill him and get the money!!!"
Their full attention was on the screen.They thoroughly forgot their surroundings.
For a moment I went back to my childhood; where I lived as a bookworm. I used to read books like 'Balarama'and kalikuduka'.The colourful picture stories in them took me to a world of imagination and knowledge.Through them indirectly I knew about the morals in society.Through the characters in these books I identified good and bad personalities.
As a kid living in the world of imagination,I spent most of my time for books.I lived,nurtured,and grew up on books.I knew about my culture and the warmth of my soil through the letters.
My Granny told me several stories.Most of them were moral stories especially from Ramayana and Mahabharata.I identified myself with the kings and angels in the stories.I accepted their positives into my heart.I was as surprised as when I reached the wonders of the wnderland as Alice.
In my schooldays,children from all around our area walked togather to our school.We trew stones at mangoes,collected tamarind,stole 'champakka' from the houses.We told pompous stories to each other about ourselves like,"I have a t.v at home as big as an elephant","My papap is in the military and he gave me a gun", and so on.Even though we hadn't even seen a gun or a fridge at that time.But anyway wev enjoyed such innocent lies.
We reluctantly sat in the classes.At intervals we jumped into the big courtyard of our shool.We played 'sat','mother and kid' and 'pazhukka'etc.
We ran,jumped,fell down.....
In the evening we reached home with mud covered dresses, sweat, sometimes with wounds in the body.
We enjoyed each and every moment of our childhood along with nature........along with ourselves.
We lived every second.
But now at the age of 18, sitting at thev browsing centre I realised how much the world had changed around me.
The young generation is now unaware of the 'wonderland of Alice' or the 'magic lamp of Aladin'.For them these are stupidities.
They have no time to waste for silly imagination.They are practical.Life meant action,struggle&money.They value hatred,outrage and murder.Compassion,love,sympathy are absolute trash.
When the people in earlier generation came into crises like debt,most of them thought about suicide.But the new generation are not fools like that."kill him and get the money"they will say.
The younger generation is floating with technology.Click-click-their hearts beat.Click-click is the harmony of their lives.
Technology burned the humanistic values inside them.Technology injects artificiality,cruelty and hatred.than human beings, they are YENTHIRANS.
They have no compassion for their fellow beings.No love for parents, no sympathy towards the suffering thousands.How can you expect them to be changed when they are grown up?They have a bundle of knoledge but no wisdom.
Who is responsible for this?our media have a major role.
Isn't it a time for a reawakening, for a re-think?