The "Bayooon" man! It isn't a child's play now!

Hello folks!

I am happy to see myself again writing the blog and seeing you reading it happily (go on. This time I have summin’ different to say). Every time, I have one or the other idea about the surroundings and think like, “OK. What’s the big deal about it?” attitude, because most of the things have lost their meanings and are just a living/non-living objects which are in this world fulfilling other people’s desire and then get thrown away. Kind of depreciation, you know.

I was taking an evening walk near my house, when I surprisingly saw a modern child with a modern mother, standing near a balloon man and his mother was willfully purchasing balloons for her baby. The boy shouted in his cheerfully humming and unclear voice, “Bayooon!” (Yeah. Children of such age SHOULD speak like that and not in a sophisticated parrot voice, new mothers! It’s their innocence). The way that baby pronounced balloon was so mesmerizing that even an aged wrecked and wretched person would start loving balloons. Wow! It was a rainy weather and wet all over. And there lied the soothing smell of the wet soil and the soothing symphonic shout of the child! It was just an event that was as rare as a gamma ray burst (SPOILERS: ANTI-SCIENCE people can skip this line but can read “blue moon” instead of gamma ray burst).

This case is very rare. Really, I haven’t seen any mom-child pair buying balloons or any such things which were natural pleasure in yore. I have seen mom talking over her cell phone and her child looking blankly at the traffic honking. I have seen a mom bargaining with the store owner and the child listening to music with an iPod or so. Or in worst case (comic too!), the mom is fighting with the store owner and the child is crying loudly. You all can assume what the mum next step can be. Yep, you are right.

Karate classes, swimming classes, academic tuition right from 1^st grade, mental math classes, singing classes, dance classes, social networking (this should be considered as a censored material just like an adult film with same age limit restrictions) etc. and what not. Really speaking, the meaning of the phrase “A child’s play” has drastically and has contrarily changed now. All this should be legally banned for a child below 10 years of age or so. The strain which the parents are applying on them just ruins them. Recently, I have observed that the small children aren’t crying, they won’t pine for things. They have become blank. This is extremely dangerous. It is spoiling the entire innocent generation. The ultra modernization of the tech world is definitely going to kill them. Placing an iPod or a BlackBerry or gifting a MacBook Pro, is not going to make your child survive in this world. The real talent is brain which blooms in gardens, friends, fights, fun, drenching in rain, playing (not on PC!), buying “bayooons” (I am kinda like this word from the core of heart now!). I know many of the readers may argue that the child won’t be competitive if he doesn’t go to classes. My answer: Have you heard the word “saturation”? Yes. That’s the word. None of us is going to feel but the perpetrated (read: A child performing “modern acts”) will produce a silent shrill which will slit our soul. Biologically too, a child’s mind is too under developed to fulfill his parents’ desire of achieving a black belt in karate at the age of 9 or becoming Ian Thorpe at the age of 7 or dancing for 3 straight hours.

But I know none of the parents are going to think about this. And I am not going to give you any example which will make it clear. Why? Coz you don’t wanna think and I don’t wanna say.

Step Up: “Delhi Belly”. A movie not recommended even for adults and ONLY for PERVERTS! Cheapest and meaningless movie with a very ordinary storyline and extraordinary use of swear words. (Your socially active child of 10 will discuss Delhi Belly on Facebook, won’t he?).

Tribute to innocent childhood voice: "The Cuppy Cake" Song (Click for the video and for Mp3 download). Watch or listen to revive the child in you, if any. Hahahaha!

Offlining

*Dump*

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