Sadist within us

Lately I had come across a group of school kids at the Bandra Station. They must be sixteen year olds. What caught my attention was the way they were brawling at each other.  I do know that it’s normal to fight with your friends. We used to fight in our teens. The fight was usually about our regular teenage triangle love problems. But in my brief encounter of may be 1-2 mins I must have heard 10 ‘b*tch’s, 20 ‘f*ck’s.  I must have said the F word, same number of times since I knew them.

I was wondering how the world  has changed around me. Or was I getting old?

I have aged, I have to accept that. But the way the world has changed has annoyed me. I have heard somewhere “Child is the father of Man”. If the Child is like this, what will the condition be when they are grown ups?

What has gone wrong here? I think these kids have got carried away or have been programmed themselves, by using those words they prove their dominance over someone or believe they are cool. What they don’t realise is that if I just interpret the same lines to Hindi or any other local language, it would have been the same as a local fish market language! Evolution!

Something is wrong, so wrong!

Yeah , something is wrong with us adults too.  Just like the kids get pleasure by swearing at each other we also find happiness in a very passive way. Most simple example is the newspaper. Most of us feel incomplete in the day if we missed out on reading the newspaper. Reading newspaper or watching the news channel is an unavoidable part of our day to day life.

Everyone says that they are scared to read them, as it’s all about scams, rapes, accidents, terrorism, racism, plane crashes, wars and other horrible things. Everything in the paper is so depressing.

I wondered when was the last time we came across happy news.  I have never read a headline saying “the women are safe in the city”.

Yet we really need these bad news. And the reason is not that we want depression in our lives but we are kind of very mild sadists.  Its like watching a horror movie. We use these terrible happenings as temporary channels for ourselves to be distracted from personnel problems.

Whenever I have a new born baby in my hands, I look at him, I see a lot of innocence, I still can’t imagine how he will grow up in the world we will live in.