In childhood, the future holds great promise. Images of
things perceived novel around us crowd our brains. At one time or other, and with
the discovery of new, exciting roles in life, we emulate train-drivers,
firemen, stuntmen, superheroes, writers, musicians, dancers, and so on, as our
models for life. The want to be is fleeting, to vanish when
some other novelty grabs attention. But adults often are impatient with these
daydreams taking away from actual goals. With intent to protect them from
themselves, they assume control of and direct their children’s lives, in their own image.
For instance, the allure of ‘love marriages’ (choosing one's own partner) diminishes, perhaps because divorce rates have climbed four thousand percent in India in recent times. In a growing trend, these children look to having their life-partners secured for them by parents instead. Technology has become a hugely useful tool in the burgeoning market of marriage ads. There are specific websites to meet the demands for community, caste, status, looks, ad infinitum. I see the parents of grown sons and daughters avidly trawl Internet to find suitable matches from around the world. As in the corporate industry, SWOT analyses are conducted of individual and family and, in concessions to democracy, a final ‘shortlist’ of candidates made and presented to generation next.
Following the parental spadework, the prospective brides
and grooms then venture out dating down the list to discover mutual chemistry.
When The One is found, the parents from both sides then meet to hammer
out the nitty-gritty between them - including the covert gives-and-takes
of dowry - so that marriage along traditional
lines might occur with full pomp and pageantry. In the process, the parents and other authority figures find relevance
in their own existence. Otherwise smart
and intelligent young people also cultivate the expedience of this generational
symbiosis extending continuity with the past. It is perceived a useful
allocation of family resources, to collectively prevent mistakes from happening.
My question is whether the continual spoon-feeding allows
the children to grow up at all capable of assuming their adult responsibilities,
especially to think outside the box in situations unexpected. The children are taught
to avoid making mistakes in life, and learn to have little faith in their own
choices. The point missing in the remote control is the practice of
falling and getting up again. Neither as parents nor as teachers do the elders
pass on this crucial art to those in their charge.
An opinion I found on the ’Net says:
To gain admission or be hired at top-tier universities, we have been on a winning streak, earning awards and top grades with ease. We follow the rules to get ahead. We have often forgotten how to fall, much less how to teach others to fall. If we do fall, we carefully hide those failures from students and colleagues to preserve our reputations. As classroom experts, we rarely venture afield to remember what learning by trial and error feels like. …Much of the time we have become entranced with being experts rather than learners—and thus have distanced ourselves from the students we hope to teach.
We assume that disappointments with the adult world were
more rife in our time, because in those decades, technology did not wipe away
boundaries between people or open global avenues of opportunity. I remember
that as the youngest member of a joint family, my reality was constantly
looking up to others, wanting to follow in their footsteps. For instance, the
dance school where older girls went became my goal in life. I dreamed
of becoming light as a fairy, graceful as a swan, just like them. The family
elders, on the other hand, were obviously counting the monies; their resources stretching thin. They had no
incentive to invest in further training that would probably lead nowhere, since, at that time,
there were no reality shows to play out competitions on television, hawking
lucrative deals to motivate contestants’ guardians. Education, and only
education was then the thing, especially for girls! It was left to my mother to
break the news to me. Rather than admit the truth, she opted instead to say
that it (dance) would lead to ugly fat in later life! That crashing
comedown for me, probably affected my perceptions of self and elders
thereafter. I always wanted to be a dancer, but somehow felt constrained.
The mindsets of parental control have changed
little even today, and parental aspirations may replace the children’s
aptitudes. Because the social environment continues to support total obedience
and respect for elders, the younger members feel powerless to rebel against the
family authority. They begin to believe it too much to combat attitudes and customs to charter the new course they want in life.
Those that cannot conform, learn to be disappointed with the adult world, and
suffer low self-esteem on pathways that little interest them.
In a bus the other day, sudden raised voices attracted
attention. I looked over at the commotion to see a young girl, obviously on her
way home from school with school-bag and wearing school uniform, standing
quietly by an empty seat while a couple of women on either side of her screamed
at each other over her. Because both women wanted the seat for themselves, they
were each bent on preventing the other from taking it. The teenager caught in
between was clearly unimpressed by their antics, and ignored all calls for ‘the
poor child’ to take the seat and settle the matter! I found her impassivity
curious and got talking to her. She was sixteen and already believed adults,
including parents and teachers, were hypocritical. Here was a person in a hurry
to grow up and out of their control.
In real life, she was a high school student living out her
parents’ desires of a doctor or engineer in the family, struggling with physics
and math, while her heart was in literature and she dreamed of being a writer.
She was the budding poet that nobody around her knew about, and sometimes she
wrote under a pseudonym to preserve her identity. Her parents, she said,
neither knew nor cared about her aspirations. I asked why she didn’t sit
down with the adults and talk out what she really wanted to do. No point, she
said, they never listen. My father only gets angry and starts shouting.The strain showing on her face expressed far more of her isolation than her
words did. She told me she hated going to school, because the teachers spent
more time promoting their after-hours tutorials than disseminating knowledge in
school. She felt she would probably learn far more from the ’Net than she did
by attending their classes.
Many students say their school counselors are uninterested
in their growing pains and merely advise focus on studies, avoiding
distractions. It is a sad commentary of our times that despite the new global
openness, the choices open to new generations is to either live in dependent
relationships or in alienation. Any psychology-based outside help carries
social stigma that families avoid like the plague, thus perpetuating the
disappointments. The children of today need astute guidance to growing up as
levelheaded adults capable of independent decision-making in a rapidly changing
world. More than them, it is the parents and teachers that urgently require
counseling on the necessity to adapt to the environment.
The elder generations need to remember their own
ordeals of the earlier times, and enable youth of today to negotiate the
travails and crises they must encounter in life. Young people must be allowed
to explore the environment around them, to make mistakes and to learn from
them. They are entitled to truth from the elders, sharing of experience, and
independence. It would help them interact freely, and without misconceptions,
with the changing global scenario and demographics of diverse groups. Else,
they harbour in the corners of their minds unprocessed fears, angers and
disappointments that poison perceptions, stunting their development as the
people of our future.
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