It does warm the cockles of the heart to hear positive words of cheer, support and hope. Unfortunately, there are young people here in Bangalore whose environment contains harsh words of deprivation and discomfort, coming from mostly parents and teachers.
Quite a few parents gnash their teeth and rave about how they sacrificed their lives in order that their child might secure a prestigious seat in a high-status college. Sometimes, when things don’t go right, some of them can’t hide their disappointment and blink back their tears even as they talk about it. And so students are taking their own lives, thinking that they have no future.
By the way, Bangalore is known as the suicide capital. Yes it used to be called as the Garden city, Pensioners Paradise, etc., but that was a long time ago.
What would you do as a parent, if your child did not get the marks that were expected of him/ her?
Hmmm… Animadversion is only going to worsen things.
Me? Funny you should ask, cancerian fathers are usually mothers at heart.
I’d point out the amazing career alternatives to being a doctor or engineer, gently edge in a thought to junior about being creative to earn a living, speak about the luxury of pursuing one’s interest that very few professionals have time for and yes, toss in a bear hug for good measure.
That’s what a dad is all about.
And if I were the sorry stripling with 45.5% (gulp), well, I’d go and (gulp again) bury myself deep, really deep in a realm where reality has no relevance, where the mind is without fear, where the pressures of life are not even a faded memory.
Where freedom is worth more than life itself.
Yes, dear reader, in trying circumstances such as these, I’d just go and lose myself in a juicy piece of fiction.
Yeah, thank god for them books!
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