Conflicting Minds

It makes me think the worth of being brought up well. A parent’s duty, an orphan’s necessity. Even children born are deprived of it. Is it just material wealth, food, shelter, clothes-I wonder. I ponder over those giving birth to children, but have failed in their duties to give them the right kind of upbringing. Parents are over concerned about their children, and why not, after all their parents. Over protective and will do whatever they can, even yield to their stubbornness. But yet devoid of that love and understanding. I have come across my pals who have been forced to take up careers and marry the person of their parent’s choice. Parents have failed to understand that they try to fulfill their incomplete needs, which they haven’t been able to achieve in their life and now do so through their children. A child’s needs, aspirations, abilities and interests are killed. They suffer from depression and succumb to addictions where they seek love and attention. A child is broken lik...

To whomsoever it may not concern, To be born or born again!  Especially when your surname comes to the most commonly heard “The D’Souza’s”. Sounds we have achieved the highest runs in the test cricket series ever. The best part is the way social networking works and the Christian get-togethers. The most common thing is the surname that I’m added as a friend or I belong to Mangalore or some other common thread. Every occasion I discover a new country cousin of mine-“Are you a D’Souza too?”, “Are you a Mangy D’Souza?” ( that means belonging to Mangalore), and then some place in native which I have never even heard of.  A constant battle between cuisines-Mangy vs. Goan, and a smirk on the face on how can one have coconut put in all their dishes! And if I even tell them “I’m from Gujarat, they call me a “Gujju by default”. It’s terrible to know people are more bothered about your roots, than about your boots…i.e. they ask me from where I am, ...