Orphans

-:VB:-

Parents mean a world to all  of us. We are always under their wings, tucked away in their arms, protected from this world, away from harm's way, and most important of all dependent on them.

It has been almost everyone's experience that it would have been really hard to stand up for yourself without your parents help. Their support and motivation means a lot to us. Many consider this a science of passing down our experiences down generations. But in the end, no matter what, we all know deep down inside that it is those two people - our parents who make all the difference in the world to us.

Most often I am reminded of my visit to an orphanage along with a few friends some years ago. We dropped by during a trip because none of us had been to an orphanage before. It was a small house that had all these little boys and girls bursting with excitement that someone was visiting them.We chatted with them, played some games, and had fun. I still remember their faces gleaming with happiness.

On our way out, I just could not stop thinking about what the kids were going to do when we left. It was at that moment that I froze. Everything seemed just so messed up. Here we all are laughing, ignoring, arguing, enjoying with our parents and there they are living their lives doing some odd chores for an NGO so they could at least provide for themselves. Children with either a devastated history, or an unknown origin, or an abandoned past. Some rescued from death while some saved from the dark clutches of this world.

This was one place... there are so many like this on this planet! We were only there for a few hours, and these kids have spent their entire lives here. It was at that very moment it dawned upon me, that these kids had nowhere else to go to... THIS WAS THEIR HOME!

It all is just so wrong! We all have lived, had fun, had sadness and shared all those emotions with our parents who were always there by our side, motivating us, supporting us. We have a shoulder to cry on, a couple of angels to turn to who just smile and all the troubles in this world seem to disappear. What did these kids do to deserve this?

Fate? Cut that crap out... I'd say if you don't have the heart of a human or a spirit or even a bit of humanity - why the hell do you bring these innocent little kids into this world? To destroy their lives? It is really sad knowing that someone would drop these kids off or abandon them or even leave them to die. I pity such people...

What gives a right to these people to devoid these kids of their lives and names... and most importantly a family and a future? While everyone else takes their parents for granted, these children don't even know what parents are. They are devoid from the MOST IMPORTANT relation in this world. Why does this happen? What happened to this world?

It is said that God dwells in children. Maybe that is why these kids have so much strength and energy in them than any of us with privileges. Sometimes I am thankful that these kids are far from this society, from the claws of this humanity. They are still unfamiliar to this world where even death comes at a price.

I however salute those who run these orphanages! They are doing a commendable job for these kind souls. They raise these kids as their own, give them a life, feed them, give them a shoulder to stand on, and even give the kids a name of their own - an identity as to who they are in this world.

It is at times like these that I wish that life treated everyone equally - not in the sense of power and money, but with regards to love, happiness, relations and most important of all - Parents!

Those people that have/had parents looking after themselves are/were really lucky.

I don't say anything to anyone that might hurt people...
But, for the children who disowned their parents or left them to suffer or die.... are special. I'd like to tell them this:
"Screw you..."


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"Ye Olde Times"

-:VB:-

Ye Olde Times [The Old Times]
Vol #1

I really don't know how fast I grew up from the time being a kid just playing outside to being a graduate. It all seems like a long and yet, one pretty short journey. How long has it been? When did I grow up? It is just for us to see, how time flies... From that innocent childhood right until this moment, the journey has been indeed a remarkable one. There are millions of things that we have stored in our memories, that we don't wanna lose EVER! Our school days, our fights, our mistakes, our lies, silly moments and cries, and what not. All we can do is look back in time and just smile at all those things, maybe giggle and talk about it.

Many say that school days were the best, some say college days were the best... but, I beg to differ... I say that, my childhood days were the best.

Nothing to worry about, no school to go to, no homework, no tension, no pressures, and no problems. Mom n Dad would feed us, we didn't have to go to the bathroom to poop. We could  'Jus do it'  in our diapers and giggle about it, and cherish those lovely expressions of parents.. We could hit, bite, scratch, nibble, and shout at anyone we wanted, and no one would say a thing.

If we did anything wrong, our parents would scold us first, then - we'd start crying, screaming, and yelling right on top of our voices. [ Just to show them 'Who's the boss' :) ]
Just so that they would apologize and kiss us, to make us happy again, and if we were lucky, we would get chocolates or toys.. oh! and remember how they would hit the ground saying "bad ground" and scold it just to make you smile, when you fell on the ground?.
      
We could ride our parents and relatives backs [Although it is possible even today, I would strongly advice you against doing so - but if you are really desperate, call an ambulance first, and pray...]

Run around the house, say anything to anyone, and they would just simply like it and adore us by saying, "Awwwww.. cho chweet.." and "Sooo cute".

No responsibilities of any sorts, plenty of sweets and chocolates, games like - pakada pakadi, Lukka chuppi, dabba eyes spies, stop and party, etc. etc.
Johnson n Johnson were more like a part of us, [that is why all the kids smell the same].
Cerelac and later Bournvita, Boost, Maltova, and Milo were our sole sources of nutrients.
Having glucose water, and rose water was just simply soothing - it was more like a drug for us..

Yeah, but it was also a very harsh time when we would go off the limits, that we would get pretty strong scoldings, and beatings. Some would even get spanked. That is one thing we don't wanna remember and let happen to us today.. IMAGINE.. your parents spanking you at this age... yeah! I know, it is hilarious... and people, don't give me those looks :o , you know I am telling the truth.Everyone has had their share of beatings in their childhood, and many are still getting them.. [It looks like they have got a lifetime connection, or an extended EMI scheme, or they are simple getting it all in daily or monthly installments.]

But, one thing we never realized is that we are the luckiest ones to have had all of these facilities and spoilers, we lived life King-size. But, there are are many people out there who never had these facilities, either they did not have any money, or even a house, or even food to eat, or maybe the worse - no parents. Many grew up in orphanages, or by living off begging. They never had one time food to eat, let alone chocolates, cerelac, and boost. Where we would get vaccines, medicines, doses, they were simply born on the streets without any of these amenities. Today many of us have lived and survived, while many of these unfortunate ones have succumbed and perished. Where many have studied and succeeded, they have moved to a poorer way of life.

Probably you know this, probably you don't.

No! I am not saying that we should be sad for them, or sad for us, or anything as such. We all know that it is the duty of a human being to help his fellow human being, I need not spell it out to you. There are many who help them directly or indirectly, while some help even if they have their problems. Lot of people can hardly suffice their family, and are not able to lend a helping hand to these people due to their own sets of problems - many people fall into this category..

I am just saying that be thankful to the almighty, [In case you are skeptic, consider yourself the Luckiest], to have led this life...

There! I did it again, [Hey, sounds just like 'oops! I did it again'].

I know, I know, I have this certain tendency to skid away a bit from the topic at hand, but, never mind... I know that you people understand.. you get the point..

Many people tell me:
"It is silly to remember the childhood days",
"You still haven't grown up"
"Don't you have anything else to say?"

                But, what can I do. Like Bryan Adams said:
                                                 "Those were the best days of my life..."


There is nothing like a good old memory to share with, it still makes me realize that I am human.
I really loved growing-up, or should I just say being brought-up by my parents.

I think that just like any movie, the credits for our lives are all that matter in the end - the credits for the people who made us what we are today.. The credits for our lives go to our parents whether we realize it or not.

I am nevertheless a fan of the song "Dil toh Bachcha hai ji..." :)
But I also like this particular saying which I found on the Internet, which says,
      "We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public"
... so true, isn't it?

Everyone has had their shares of different experiences, I talk only about mine, and the ones that I witnessed. You can drop in your experiences and views. Thanks for viewing...


Do tell me if my posts are "Wise or Wicked"...
VB signing off...

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