The Inevitable “Suraksha Kawach”-every Indian child’s misery

While Indian parents are known for always being there for their kids, sometimes the “always” can get a little annoying.

Because some messes, we don’t want you to know. We’re sure the shock you’ll receive will have you calling the priest to exorcise the evil out of your innocent child. Let’s just say, we are sheltering you from the bad. The only catch is that we are the bad.

I’m sure this sheltering is a two-way street. When we were children and parents discussed “adult” stuff: which could be violence, politics or something else (get your mind out of the gutter, please), I’m sure your queries were replied with “Now is not the age to learn this” or “You’ll understand when you’re older”. Well, the next time we’re elusive to your questions, know that we have done something we shouldn’t have. And to avoid your blood pressure going through the roof after knowing that, please don’t mind us when we say “Now is not the age to learn this”. That age is long gone, and we’re just looking out for you.

The issue lies on a thin dividing line, the one that ensures our safety on one side, and hinders our independence on the other. It’s like you want to keep your child safe, so no matter how old they grow they only let them swim in a tub, and then one fine day when you deem them responsible enough, you throw them into the sea and expect them to “cope”. Really! You think they’d learn life by watching YouTube videos?

The concern is real, I understand. Your generation was much safer. Ours is a nasty world. So, let us learn? Small steps, like a lone train journey or studying in another city. How long will you protect us from the world? Can’t just hang Nimbu-Mirchi on our generation and wish the evil away, right?

                                       Remember Shahrukh’s Pops and Kajol’s Baauji from our all time favorite, DDLJ?

Also, you’re no Sherlock when you are spying on us. We know why you want to clean the room exactly when the bedroom door is locked from the inside. We know you dramatically sniff around us when we come back late not because you smelled something, but you just wanted to see if we acted alarmed. You taught us right, so we know our limits. If not in us, have a little faith in your own teachings at least?

And yes, we do have sex. Wanting to keep your bubble undisturbed, you decided to skip the sex talk for us. But you paid for it, you got us the internet, so the credit still goes to you. And I doubt if you want to know about it. Because honestly, we all know you guys had sex too. We’re living products of that. But I’d never want to know the specifics of how I was brought into this world. And as much as a grandkid would make you happy, I doubt you want to know what your child was doing to make that kid. So, a little privacy, please? I’m sure you heard of it, even the government approves of it now (much like marital rape, but let’s not go there).

And no, not all my problems or diseases are because of “that damn phone”. We’re yet to progress to the age of Digitally Transmitted Diseases. Also, I’m not talking to strangers on the net, planning to marry them, or buying drugs from them. If we were to be completely honest, I am more likely to be one of those strangers on the net than a victim.

 The Couple who is highly obsessed with getting their little daughter admitted to a top-line English-medium school

Dear Indian parents, you are absolute sweethearts. But life isn’t so sweet. We all have grey shades. While we love that you care so much, we just don’t want you to worry yourselves sick over something so small and irrelevant. So try giving us some space, and you’ll realise how much that will improve the bond we share.

Even if you want to, you can’t protect us from everything. And while we won’t share everything with you, we don’t want to cut you out of our lives, either. More than anything else, we just want to make you proud, without knowing about all the little failures we went through for it.

We love you. But too much of a good thing is a bad thing, remember? A little distance will put everything into perspective.

So, meet us halfway there?

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