So my nephew (age 5) inquired about a silly, yet the most powerful questions of all â€“ during a recent family get-together at our grandparentsâ€™ house â€“ situated in the beautiful countryside of Punjab. â€œHey Mom if it is so beautiful, so peaceful here then why do we have to go live in Delhi?â€ The question was more than enough to understand all the indignation, the struggle his little mind was going through in the chaotic, baffled life in Delhi. Poor kid doesnâ€™t know that there is another option for his childhood, an option that is, maybe, far better. But I do. In Delhi, he isnâ€™t deprived socially â€“ but is perhaps deprived in many other ways:
1. Yes they will lose their innocence far too early than we did; they will become streetwise years before we did. This gentrification, this urbanization will make them loose their freedom for no good â€“ and this leaves me with indignation!
2. Where we still get puzzled travelling in metro â€“ kids have already learnt the art of ferrying around â€“ sipping babyccinos in nonchalantly taxis. They donâ€™t even flinch at police sirens â€“ yes, they are Delhiites and Mumbaikars already! Poor unfortunates!