Similarity Between Indian Kids and Electronics

Indians treat their kids and electronics similarly.

I am a kid of 90’s, I have seen advent of Radio, DVR, Walk man, CD players, Remote control TV, LCD, LED, Computer, CPU, Laptops……. One think was common amongst all these electronics and me we were all sacred of my mother.

I was about 8 or 9 years old playing in the lane in front of my house. In the neighbourhood, a house was under construction. The construction iron rods were kept in a pile in the lane. Naughty, carefree child as I was, I started walking, hopping on the iron rods. Within seconds of that, one of the iron rod pierced my leg and a one inch flesh came out and blood started oozing. I was in terrible pain, blood flowing like water, piece of my flesh hanging from my leg but none of this bothered me, what bothered me was how will my mother react.

I went back home, quietly tied a bandage on my wound and lied on the bench in the garden. Minutes later, I heard my mom shrieking. She came running to me and held my foot in her hand and screamed on top of her voice, ‘what happened, how did you manage to hurt yourself?’. The blood was dripping from the cut and my mother went hysterical seeing that, ‘Can’t you be careful ever, I will give you one tight slap and you will start paying attention’.

Now, Indian parents have this weird, possessive love. They own you completely from time you are born till the time you survive on this earth. They laugh when you laugh, they cry more when you are hurt. They are part of your growing up, your schooling, your college, at times even your dates and off course your marriage that does not happen without their consent, they decide when you should have children and they even decide how many children you should have.

My mom has never ever slapped me but I have been threatened more than zillion times and it has always worked like magic. Even when the time I was hurt, she was far more scared and hurt than I was but the expression of the pain even then was, ‘one tight slap’. This is common across states, religion, culture in India. Parents across the country behave the same.

Now coming to electronics, we Indians have very interesting way of fixing our electronics, just shake them up or bang them on the floor, lightly though or pat them with various intensity. Intensity depends upon their analyses of the problem and what is the problem? only they are aware. Magically, the treatment works most of the time.

Beat up your kids, they come on track. Beat up your electronics they come on track.

One formula for the problems.

PS: Indians parents are crazy, obsessive in love with their children.


When she left you in the nursery as a baby, her heart broke million times. She shrieked and cried more than you.

When she walked you to the school, holding your tiny hand. She was more nervous than you.

When you got hurt, she felt the pain.

When you fought with your friend, she was by your side without the listening the entire tale.

When your exam result came, she was the one getting anxious.

When you returned from the party late, she woke up the night worrying about you.

When you were burning in fever, she couldn’t breathe the whole night.

When you got your trophy, her heart swelled with pride.

When you made your first boy friend, she accepted that with joy.

When you made it to the college, she was more excited than you.

When you got your first job, she could not contain her pride.

When you chose to marry, she stood by your side.

When you were having your baby, she was worried sick about her’s.


From the time, I breathed my first, I have been your heart beat.

From the time, I saw you first, you have been my world.

There is nobody like you, mom!

The Driver

Hi everybody,

It’s been a while since I have written anything, got in touch with you.

From today onwards I will be sharing a piece of my life, my journey on a daily basis with you.

I don’t know if that will interest you but I would love you to be a part of my life.

Recently, we visited Mamallapuram, it’s a temple city on the bank of Bay of Bengal near Bengaluru, we were staying amidst the ancient temples. The town is popular for stone statues. So while coming back we thought of buying one as a memoir. We asked our driver to stop by at a shop near the ancient temples. He suggested that the statues will be expensive in the shops situated closer to temples as the shopkeeper will try taking advantage of the unaware tourists. So he recommended another shop at a distance.

We stopped at another shop and got down to buy a statue. They were made of different kind of stones and were very heavy. The shopkeeper spoke Kannada and Telugu, we knew none of the languages. I was banking upon the driver to negotiate with him as I was unable to communicate. After I told my price to driver, the driver spoke to him for couple of seconds and told me that the guy is not ready to negotiate as the statute is made of green sand stone, which is rare. Negotiation is a part of any deal in India, so it was difficult to believe that there was no scope of negotiation on that statue.

I chose a different, smaller statue and negotiated myself, without knowing the language, I brought down the cost by 20 percent.

Meanwhile, my daughter was playing in the shop with a frog made of stone. She insisted on buying it but I saw no value in it, so I kept it back. We took our package and came back to our car.

In the rear view mirror, I saw the driver talking to the shopkeeper.

The first thought which came to my mind was that he was taking his part of the deal since he brought us to this shop, kick back for the statue. I was really angry and agitated as he brought us to his preferred shop, did not negotiate and on the top of it, he was making money out of the deal. I thought of taking it up with him.

He came towards the car, took his seat on the steering wheel, turned around and handed the stone frog to my daughter.

I was surprised and ashamed of myself. In that moment, he rose so much above me.

How tainted are our brain, that we refuse to see good in people. We are so consumed by our own negativity that we perceive the world to be negative. We see, what we want to see. We believe, what we want to believe. How often, we are far from the truth.

The driver, whom we have never met before this trip and whom we will never see again, chose to make my daughter smile. I, well learned, well-educated, chose to see negative in a positive situation. Such are human beings!

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