I have been blank for quite long which explains my protracted absence from The Simple Saga.
Nothing has occurred to me of late that could spur me into blogging. Even now, i cannot think of anything to write about.However, i could not remain away from my The Simple Saga anymore.As i write these lines being ensconced in my room, i can hear my two little nephews(Rafay and Ayan) shout while playing cricket.Earlier, Ayan(my three and a half years old nephew) was telling me the first ever poem he has learnt in his life. He will get to learn many things in life and explore many new things. Things that will excite him and frustrate him, fill him with hope as well as anguish. The society in which he is going to grow up will make sure he remains stuck in mediocrity and absurdity for as long as possible. Much time of his early life will go waste in a struggle to find his way through the cobweb of uncertainties. He will figure out that he could have been luckier than he actually is. Do you think it is unfair to pre-judge all this? How can i predict this now when Ayan is just three and a half years and his life-whole life- is yet to actually begin.?Well, you need not be Nostradamus to foresee this. Sociologists will tell you that how life turns out for him will depend on how he actually gets socialized. And that's exactly what i am saying. How one will get socialized in the society such as ours is not very hard to tell. Thus the pleasure he now seeks in learning poem and sharing it with me may wear out in the long run if it fails to receive the appreciation. Similarly, his spark may get smudged over the course of time when he gets to learn that the life in this part of the world does not reward in any meticulous way and is not all that just. That is when he will get caught up in his fight for survival and those beautiful little poems will have gone lost somewhere. I hope i prove to be wrong.
Nothing has occurred to me of late that could spur me into blogging. Even now, i cannot think of anything to write about.However, i could not remain away from my The Simple Saga anymore.As i write these lines being ensconced in my room, i can hear my two little nephews(Rafay and Ayan) shout while playing cricket.Earlier, Ayan(my three and a half years old nephew) was telling me the first ever poem he has learnt in his life. He will get to learn many things in life and explore many new things. Things that will excite him and frustrate him, fill him with hope as well as anguish. The society in which he is going to grow up will make sure he remains stuck in mediocrity and absurdity for as long as possible. Much time of his early life will go waste in a struggle to find his way through the cobweb of uncertainties. He will figure out that he could have been luckier than he actually is. Do you think it is unfair to pre-judge all this? How can i predict this now when Ayan is just three and a half years and his life-whole life- is yet to actually begin.?Well, you need not be Nostradamus to foresee this. Sociologists will tell you that how life turns out for him will depend on how he actually gets socialized. And that's exactly what i am saying. How one will get socialized in the society such as ours is not very hard to tell. Thus the pleasure he now seeks in learning poem and sharing it with me may wear out in the long run if it fails to receive the appreciation. Similarly, his spark may get smudged over the course of time when he gets to learn that the life in this part of the world does not reward in any meticulous way and is not all that just. That is when he will get caught up in his fight for survival and those beautiful little poems will have gone lost somewhere. I hope i prove to be wrong.
