Roll over role models, we are a new breed
Who does one look up to, in terms of role models
today? The newspapers and news channels are flush with corruption scams, rape
cases, hate crimes, adulterous relationships, hit and run cases of BMWs and the
like with the drivers being young and spoiled, indulged and callous; but, with the
biggest weapon money.
Money that can buy you in, money that can buy you out,
money is indeed what it’s all about. Money that is bandied about, changing
hands, furtively moving around: money one just can’t have enough of, lucre
honey, there’s only more.
So the take home lessons are: be brash, be savvy, get away
if you can, live in the fast lane; enjoy the benefits of another’s booty. Beg,
borrow, steal; snivel and practice sycophancy, just do anything in the shortest
possible way, but make sure you to get to the top at the fastest rate. Even if
it means, trampling on another, being slanderous; adopting just about any salacious
means to reach the luscious end. Devour, devastate, degrade any one or all of
these should be your very own spades: dig up a bower that gently grows, waiting
for the fruits it shall bear slowly, but surely in the shade. Gone out of the
window too, are stories, that told a twisted tale, of hard work and bravado all
of it now on a different plane: Oliver Twist, asking for more or Sudama carrying
a frugal gift for his childhood friend, who had come into a lot of money; but
certainly not in a dishonest way.
Hence, while axioms such as, there is no short cut
to hard work, sweat it while you can, if character is lost
everything is lost, seem to be from an alien civilization, unfortunately the
crop that is most affected by this upsurge, is the human sample below the age
of ten.
They see different, they are taught different, and
they experience something extremely different. It is literally the case of the trickle-down
effect and what they get, is concentrated doses of noxious values, tumbled and
dried, with a sprinkling of adult farcical escapades, with a rider that
inadvertently shrieks from the sidelines, “These are the ways of the adult world,
you mustn’t however, let any of this sink too deep within your psyche…you will
understand only too well when the time is ripe.”
Foolhardily therefore, the adults think they can pass
on to the eager sponges waiting on the fringes of their lives, or so they
expect, filtered and nuanced information that has not an iota of truth in it.
The little devils see it all, imbibe it all, from the time when they are really
small. And lo and behold by the time they are twelve, one is dealing with
miniature time bombs ready to explode with the overkill and over-tell.
Adults, however, continue to drone and groan in spurts
about, how things were better when they were younger; sorry for crying out loud, they had a
different set of values that trickled down to them and perhaps the frequency of
the inanities and blasphemies were too few and too far spaced to impact an
entire generation of young blood. The chasm was deep back then, now it is a
crazy story. With Google just a tap away underestimating the intelligence of
this sample of the populace is like playing with fire, knowing only too well
the exact temperature at which you would perhaps burn into nothingness, forget
about ash.
Yet, driven as if by an inherent need to debilitate, a
primitive urge to destroy, adults today are plummeting toward a bottomless pit
as they pander to their own needs and greed forgetting the role they need to
play to make way for the little mutts who are dragged into this murky-quirky
world of disarray.
© Copyright Suverchala Kashyap
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