The underbelly of parenthood…..


The Underbelly of Parenthood. 


It’s been twenty years since I have started taking cognizance of children the interest being vested for married now for twenty five years we had began thinking about having a child. Lot of considering led us to opt go for having no children and instead continue the rollicking lifestyle we had, a decision I rue to the day everyday but that is not why I am writing this. The epilogue is just to make my inexperience in the area known and neither do I hold any psychiatric degree. But what I have is years of astute observations and radical views that are mostly completely contrary to deeply ingrained generations old continued societal sensitivity. I write this after deep contemplation and throw my entire weight behind this write up whatever it’s worth the weight I mean. 

Absolute power wielded by parents over the tiny lives till they ultimately rebel or turn into spineless puppets if the power is used wrongly selfishly disgracefully and disdainfully or blossom into perfumed bouquets gentle confident assured if used prudently. The power given to parents right from the birth till sometimes middle ages is God like. I don’t use God like lightly as the power handed over to the parents at the birth is ultimate, complete, total with almost no checks and balances and even if any legitimate concerns are raised by family or friends they are voicelessly shrugged off and the charade  goes on. The power is an incongruous blend of love care selflessness adore sleepless nights and busy days and at the same time reckless blatant cruel and utterly selfish. Under the guise and garb of sacrifices yes sacrifices that is a word you will hear a lot as you read on they are sometimes downright cruel sadist and controlling to the extent of wresting the very essence of the child’s soul. 

Am I being too critical? Maybe. But I have seen instances around me through my life where the parents go totally wrong committing errors after errors in rearing the child sometimes going so wrong that a life is destroyed forever. The simian like chest beating proclamations of favors bestowed on the child right from when he starts taking cognizance of the world till he withers or an early demise is so deftly ingrained into the child’s psyche that he keeps on reeling under the pressure forever in subconscious debt. But I ask my dear friends a very simple question? Did the child ask to be brought in to existence? Was it not a biological need or societal pressure or maybe even an unprotected encounter that compelled a life to be brought into the world? As someone said and rightly so that the child owes nothing to the parents but the parents owe everything to the child. The expectations of quid pro quo are deplorable. Willing reciprocal Vs compulsory extraction I leave it at that. 

What I write so cynical and abrupt is not for the majority. Most do an able job bringing up the child to the best of their abilities with the inevitable mistakes thrown in and taken in stride. But for many where the poor soul is scarred for life because of juvenile attempts at playing god. Till now we were talking about the middle and upwards where physical abuse is a rarity but as this percolates down the social ladder the beatings  or tortures are very real. Poor uncomprehending children are treated like filth, made to work from an early age ill equipped to take on the world later due to lack of education, sent for begging and what not or just spend early years curled up in a corner cowering in terror. Things sometimes can get too grotesque here so let’s stick to upper classes where problems are more of mind. 

The parents so obtusely ignore the child’s individuality trying to mold the sinless clay into desired shapes but results are formless clumps which wither unable to weather the smallest of storms. And they seek perfection, eminence of spheres ,forgetting that fault and folly are interwoven in beings, conveniently not daring to peer inwards for the mirrors are invariably cracked. Harsh ad hoc decisions so confuse the simple mind that errs get frequent and dilemmas unreal. Unfulfilled ambitions are thrust on tiny shoulders which sag from the weight of academia and the field, mentally flogged to excellence with failures getting personal. The world has become hectic everyone is moving at breakneck speed so the parental zeal towards excellence can’t be grudged much but most of the times they disremember  the shoulders are young too young. As they shuffle from the desk to the dug out quivering, I see the parent almighty or gods cruel ways. 

Many readers might have felt the write up too cynical and caustic but please remember we are exploring the Underbelly of Parenthood. Utopia if desired is unreal. 

Till the next time


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Veeru Chheda

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By Veeru Chheda

Veeru Chheda

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When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.