Our lost childhood
Eleanor Mikkimchi A Sangma
VI Sem JPCS
Childhood is a time of innocence, a time of wonder, and no amount of fame and money can make up for the loss of a childhood. It has lost its meaning in this age. It has been discarded, manipulated and molded into some forms that do not even have the essence of being a “child” anymore.
Gone are those days when children used to play in the mud, outside with friends, and with the real toys rather than the virtual ones. Even kids have become extremely out of the reach of society. They spend the whole day with their smart phones and tablets or on desktops. These gadgets can keep them glued to the couch. Children as young as six are capable of educating themselves. They have become so tech-savvy at such a tender age; they have almost forgotten how to be children.
Family dinners are no longer synonymous with steaming hot meals and lovely conversations. It is now all about eating cold leftovers. Family gatherings are so loud with the stifling silence of no one socializing with people beside them; they rather prefer to live in their own world.
Little girls, who at their age are supposed to play in pigtails, polka dots and in pretty pinks, wonder what love is all day long. Movies do influence kids to the extent that they start dreaming about unrealistic things at a budding stage. Little boys are busy with their gadgets most of the time; furthermore, they have forgotten to kiss their mothers goodnight.
Childhood is lost. Days of eating mud pies and family picnics are dead. Innocent childhood is necessary for a better life. The big question still remains unanswered; can we bring the lost childhood back?