A SCHOOL CHILD SPEAKS HIS HEART OUT: (EVERY PARENT AND THINKER MUST READ) Dear editor, Sachnews Jammu Kashmir kindly upload this precious peace. By Ulfat Anjan wani : Hello friends. I am a modern school going kid. I delight u with my up to date outward appearance .My putting on of a neat and well washed school uniform especially of the English-type,my well maintaining of my little self,my speaking of few upper class English words,and a huge heavy bag of books on my delicate back might let your imagination consider me a little philosopher and my dear parents as the blessed ones.But you do not know my inside.There too dwells a heart, a tender heart and in it there too dwell delicate dreams and desires.I do not know what freedom is-the freedom which every child is entitled to relish.U might have heard the saying “Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains. And u might well know the fact that man is born as a child-a care-free child.I too wish to enjoy the childish freedom but there are chains restricting the same .And the chains are not put on my freedom by some enemy but by my dear ones so close to my delicate heart. No doubt what i m doing has to be done but that too at the cost of my innocent desires.No.Never.Every thing has to be done with proper honour given to each and every other desire-the childish desires so tender you know.The soft shoulders which lift a huge, heavy bag of abominable books should also have lifted a little brother or sister in open fields.But there, in the interior of my fashionable school bag i have some likes as well.The sweet rhymes book tastes sweet and the English text book with some cute images also delights my senses.The Urdu book full of colorful fruits,vegetables and many other things also provides me some pleasure.Mr. Maths is also cherishable and delighting.But as you know today there are many other horrors inside a modern kids fashionable bag.Which i never love to look at.But ignoring my limited mental capacity they would always force me to eat the disgusting ones(books i m not interested in). Who cares about this little mans worthless wishes...! I too want to paint my tiny wishes on appealing nature.Like Marry in my rhymes book,i too want to play with a little lamb.Like Jack and Jill i too want to climb a little little hill.And i too wish to enjoy a starlit sky and sing Twinkle twinkle little star... but how can i do it? I too wish to spend a delicious and colorful holiday in open fields and lie on the green grass by the side of an enchanting river.I too want to add charm to my clean body with pleasing dust by playing with friends of my tender age.I too wish to disturb many a bird by locating their secured and hidden nests and play with the little little chicks.But who will allow my darling desires to get fulfilled? My grandma never tells me bed-time tales but when i hear from my teacher while teaching us English how Ahmad used to listen to tales from his grandma i m no more in my classroom but fighting giants and meeting fairies. Like Ahmad i too sleep peacefully at night but instead of dreaming about the foreign mysterious lands i dream of my incomplete homework and the ruthless teacher beating me with a stick.My mom while awakening my innocent eyes early in the morning does not touch delicately my hair like Maggie s parents but instead she screams from the kitten Get up itz too late.Have you memorized ur lessons and completed your homework. I forget having slept the full night and begin my day again with the same game.But like Ahmad and Maggie i too love my parents and my grandparents.Why are parents so different? I often think on my desk with my sweet chin on my hands palm with elbow on the desk..... These are few pearls i m sharing with you dear reader but the Ocean flowing inside my little chest will perhaps never find a way out.Please dont be sad after reading my thoughts as i m a modern little philosopher reading in a fashionable school and my blessed parents are proud of me. With love to all.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 06:23:29 +0000
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