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Let's be friends
It's early morning and my pleasant dream of bright skies, floating clouds and loads of ice creams is rudely cut short by my father who shouts that it is study time. Every morning is a mess and all my pleadings fall on deaf ears. Are we individuals or things to be pushed, pulled and poked? I remember poking my dog in the morning to make him bark. Are we at the same level?
Look, I'm twelve and I need friends at home. I want to live a life where study is important but not the only thing. Parents look at children but don't see them. They nod their heads without even registering what we are saying. Our thoughts and ideals are trivial, worthless. Every time I enter into a discussion, my parents ask me to shut up. Watching them discuss thing, I know that, given a chance, my ideas about most things would be simpler and better. When I suggest something to a friend, he listens and so do I. But with parents no way. I think at home if I play dumb the whole year without saying a word except — "yes", "Mummy", "Daddy", it would make no difference to them. Why can't my parents be my friends? Why can't they let me learn from my mistakes and indulge in my fantasies? Why can't they remember their childhood and its fantasies, the carefree playing and learning? Let us be friends, folks. This plea has been falling on deaf ears, since the first man probably prodded his son. But it will be heard and I hope very soon. My childhood is fast fading and I will not get a second chance with thoughts like these. I will probably be an animal in my next birth.
Dhiran Verghese, IX
Hyderabad: St. Paul's High School
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