One of my friend  pointed out at the pitiable current situation of children's student life in India. How they are being over burdened by education system and missing their childhood joy. I am forced to compare my childhood with them. To me, new generation child will never know how to climb the branches of trees, running naked feet in the rain to catch the ice balls, collecting empty match-boxes or old-discarded celluloid films, watching Puppet shows, throwing stones  to get raw tamarind. They would neither be familiar with the burned smell of wood stove, aroma of churned flour from the manual grind-mill. Neither they can experience the baby brother being born in the next room, bell of postman's bicycle that brings blush on the face of just engaged elder sister, nana's loud chanting in Sanskrit at puja room or a sound of coins dropping in the piggy bank. They would never understand the pleasure of sharing their bedroom with guests, intension behind the minor punishment by teacher or joy of eating neighbor's recipe.

           Yes they would be an engineer, IITians or a doctor, drive a long sedan, and earn hefty salary which goes directly to the bank without being manually counted. They will miss enjoying lovely sparkles of wife's eyes when one handover the salary to her. One day they will forget how to write on a paper with an ink-pen, how to greet and how to console. They will remain only a ‘case-number' to their doctor, faculty to their employee and a contact-number on mobile for their relatives. Their bodies will be looking well-fed and healthy but spirit of their soul will no longer be there to accompany.