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EXCLUSIVE

DEAR ADULT

As an ode to all the reporters who write for us, we asked them what would be the one thing they would like to tell an adult on Children’s day, any adult. Here are some of the responses we got!


 Unmuktman Singh

Student Reporter
November-2016

My respects. It’s been eons since we’ve had a long nice chat, hasn’t it? Just so you know, Children’s Day is just round the corner. C’mon, don’t make that face, I’m not asking you to buy me a new phone (to be honest, I’ll have no qualms if you do). It’s just that there are certain things that we, the kids, want to talk to you about. Let’s begin.

When I said it’s been a long time since we’ve talked, I didn’t mean to use the phrase just because I had to. It is because we live in the same house; eat on the same table and sleep in adjacent rooms; yet we talk for just about an hour daily. You’re so drowned in your work that you’ve become ghosts, a faint memory (I’m ashamed to admit, I even long for the post-parent-teacher-meeting-lecture, but you don’t seem to have time even for that).

I know you’re working so that we can afford a comfortable life, but what’s more comfortable than being wrapped in your arms, watching my favourite childhood cartoons and laughing the night away; or counting the stars in the night, laying on the rooftop. No amount of gaming consoles or gadgets can fulfil my yearning for those good old days.

You must’ve heard that a pupa turns into a beautiful butterfly only if it struggles to slough off the cocoon after metamorphosis. It strengthens the wings. We appreciate your concern for our safety, but sometimes, you unknowingly cross the line. We, as children and teens, have to have some experiences that make us stronger.

The last issue is the gravest one. It matters more than the time and liberty you allot to us. It’s aimed especially at the mothers. Why is it that we’re made to eat only those dishes that dad likes? Yes, he’s the breadwinner, but why is it that in this democratic house, where every issue is resolved by discourse and mutual consent, we kids don’t have a say in this matter?

Take all my freedom, don’t talk to me ever. But please, for God’s sake, consider my taste buds.


Sanjana Kumar

Student Reporter
November-2016

Fly a kite, jump in a puddle, wish on dandelions, throw a coin in the wishing pond, play dress-up, lie in the grass as if you have no care in the world, steal the freshly baked cookies, dance in the rain, run barefoot, believe that Santa Claus exists, reach for the stars, sleep sound embracing your mother, dream big.

Sounds quite impossible right? The truth is that even if they want to do all of this, they can’t. Unfortunately, the ties of responsibilities and the promises they have to keep up to, won’t cease to exist even for a day. So what is it that you can tell an adult on children’s day?

Satisfaction and joy are two of the most precious gifts of life. The simple method of receiving these is by giving. If you have enough, share it with someone who doesn’t have anything.

Spend the evening with some old school friends, those whom you meet rarely but are the ones that made your childhood fun and happy. Play those games with your children that you grew up playing. Kabaddi, Kho-Kho, sac race and many more.

Devote some of your time to your parents. After all, they are the ones for whom you will always remain a child and they can make you feel like one at any age.

If none of these, then read a book that you used to love as a child or a teenager. Watch a Disney movie. You are never too old to watch a Disney movie.

To quote Paulo Coelho, “A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.”>

So adults, take this opportunity to relive memories, not for the entire day, just for a few hours. Give and receive immense love. Laugh as hard as you can, forget your worries.

These are just simple and small gestures of affection and warmth, but years later, when you look back, you will realise that these were truly the big things, the things that mattered.


Ananya Mohanty

Student Reporter
November-2016

Dear Maa, A few days earlier, a discussion at school ensued about what we as teenagers expect our parents to do or say whenever we want or need something. I always thought that whenever a question like this will come up, I could write an essay! But surprisingly, the thoughts which came up in my mind were totally unexpected. I didn’t want any expensive gadget or clothes, I just wanted to relive those days when you used to come with a warm smile to the bus stop to pick me up. I wanted you to come and tuck me in bed at night and recite me a story just like you used to when I was 5. I wanted us to cuddle under a blanket and watch those old cartoons which were our favourite when I was a kid. I wanted you to feed me just the way you did when I was finicky about eating vegetables. I wanted you to discipline me whenever I did something wrong because it makes me feel like you care about me.

They asked us at school that what makes Children’s Day so special, I said “It makes our parents look at us like we were just kids and not stubborn teenagers.” Today, from where I stand, I see that the rush of growing up and becoming mature didn’t let me really live those days. As Children’s Day is approaching, I want you to do just one thing. Treat me the way you did when I was a kid. Love, Ananya.


Khushi Singh

Student Reporter
November-2016

One of my literature lessons, talks about a father who narrates stories to his daughter every night. These stories follow a set pattern and through the initial years, his daughter listens to them and falls asleep. However, as years go by and the daughter grows up, she begins to question the stories he tells and sometimes does not agree with the endings he proposes. This story raises a fundamental question about parental authority – Are Parents Always Right? The answer to this is not a clear yes or no.

Doesn’t this scenario describe a typical scene in our day to day life? Parents asserting something to be the “correct” and “right”- which is usually something you don’t agree with and hence, this is followed by an argument which eventually results in loud volumes and answer backs. As a teenager, sometimes I fail to understand why parents say certain things and at times like these, parents of every other friend you have seem cooler. This makes children wonder why they have to deal with this.

Feeling like this isn’t wrong and what parents say isn’t wrong either. So, on this Children’s Day, I would like to tell all parents, that it may seem like we do not understand what you say but we will eventually sooner or later. Your children sometimes are going through a lot more than just studies, your children are more than the marks on their report card. Sometimes, a casual conversation with your child can bring up a lot you did not know that your child had been holding back. Help your child find their little friend in you, support them and most importantly encourage them. Last but not the least, thank you parents for everything you do for us, and I am not just saying this to not get bashed up by my dad later.


Raunaq Behl

Student Reporter
November-2016

Hear me out. “Bal Divas Kehte hai usko, samjha?”, said the innocuous teenage boy to his younger counterpart, as they turned the hot iron sheet over. Incontrovertibly, the walls of the Blast furnace lacked perception, literally and figuratively. “Pata nahi tha mujhe. Kab hota hai?” “Chaudah Nuvumbar, par bas schools mei hota hai.” The last statement crushed the young child’s heart, for he could not attend a festival specially celebrated for children. The irony? Too damn strong. The conversation lasted ten seconds. But the imprint on his mind, he would have never thought, would last ad infinitum.

14th November, Children’s Day, also known as Bal Divas, is one jovial day; various programmes are held, fairs, fetes, amazing recreational activities for young children, it’s all fun and games. For the minority.

While the school conglomerate listens carefully to the awe-inspiring Principal’s speech, the child working at that Bangle Factory on the city outskirts only gets to listen to the rebukes of his owner. While the happy 7 year old ecstatically savours upon her favourite dish at home, the other 7 year old veils and tucks himself behind the temple gates, waiting eagerly for the next prasad distribution. While everything going seamlessly perfect at one place, what went wrong at the other?

A guard stationed outside a gala event especially for children, doesn’t let a beggar’s child in, and Children’s Day is what we call it. An innocent is hit at home by his father for not earning his monthly, both of them unconscious of what day it is, and Children’s Day is what we call it. The suave businessman sitting in his luxury sedan doesn’t even look up to the downcast face of a lad, who wishes this mirror between them never existed, and Children’s Day, Ladies and Gentlemen, is what we call it.

Do they not wish for glee, crave for happiness, and whim of delight? Of course they do, and their answers starts with us. We all savoured on the chocolates and lessons we got on the 14th of the month, and it’s time we bequeath not only the aforementioned, but a little love and goodwill too. While we all pledge for welfare and promise to give at least someone a leg up, let’s face it, being bereft of time is our speciality. How a few moments for us, could rejig their lives. How one act of ours, could brim them with fervour, and how one small talk of ours, could talk their lives up to lustre.

Vani Joshi

Student Reporter
November-2016

My parents, like a lot others, are very protective of me. They have been supportive and caring in all my life ventures. They take me to various places, make me meet different people and help me socialise and impart good values. But there is one thing I sometimes fail to understand.

Though, I haven’t met anyone outside except my family and friends, but all the people I have met have been mostly good to me. I always wonder why my parents keep telling me not to trust everyone? And that being a girl, you have to be extra careful about who to trust and who not.

It sometimes makes me feel insecure as to what kind of society we live in. Are people really that bad? Does a girl really have to feel unsafe even today when the world is progressing towards a new horizon of advancement and modern thinking?

Sometimes when I sit alone and think about what the world has now become, I remember my grandfather and all that he has taught me. He taught me to help others and to not care about what people think about you. He taught me to be selfless. Why is the world around me is so selfish and self centred?

In our family I am the only girl child. I do have cousin brothers and their parents keep telling them that a boy must behave like a boy and boys don’t cry! But then how did I see my own father cry when my grandfather left us? Does a tear really define your gender? I wish everyone in the world to be protective like my dad, loving like my mother and selfless like my grandfather. I really wish the world could realise that it is the values that define human existence. I wish we all could upgrade our thinking like we update our mobile software !

May we have a society where I don’t have to feel insecure. May we have a society in which a woman or a girl could go out in the open without the fear of being chased or teased. May we have a society where boys respect the feeling of girls.

This Children’s Day, you decide.