Spare the Rod ‼ Spare the Child ♥♥

Advisory: explicit language & disturbing violence (in the video).

My post (in Facebook) in response to this Video.

He's a monster indeed! :/ ... so was her mother when the video was 'taken'! (She now claims to have been brainwashed & abused herself!) :|

Quite recently, I saw a report by BBC, on TV, about how U.S. has the worst statistics for child abuse cases in th industrialized world & incidentally, they mentioned Texas to have the worst record of all.
Now, this video from Texas!!!!
That BBC report shows far more worse incidents than the outrage of this video! Here's our root cause for most "problems" we face in our society today!

Frankly, I have faced such 'disciplining' myself as a kid (this video hence personally disturbs me). 'Spare the rod..' & all that you know! However, even in India, where the society at large believes that adage & encourages parents to 'discipline' their kids, will not tolerate a parent, esp. a 'father', to lay hands on his girl who is in the teens. There's another local saying: Don't beat a boy who's taller than your shoulders.

I'm of the view: spare the rod, spare the child! Having faced the end of a stick/belt/what-not myself (though never a filthy language & demeanor like that), I ask myself why?
I then realize our parents were meted out the same kind of "disciplining" (I truly hate that word)! They're passing on their nurture. It's up to us kids & the abused, like the girl here (who incidentally suffers from cerebral palsy!), to find our inner strength to forgive, & pass on only the love to our kids.

Details have emerged with the girl, seen here & her mom (as seen in the video), being interviewed on the Today's show.

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A Child's Dream.


 Where's the love? Where's love?

  A question that frequently haunted my experience as a child. A child instinctively, I believe, understands that love and happiness go together. Consequently, an unhappy child is an unloved one. If you cannot feel love for yourself , do not marry another human! If you cannot love another human, do not 'beget' a child. If you cannot love and still have done the above two, learn. Learn to love. It isn't quantum physics. And the best place to do that is at your child's hands. Sit with it and learn the  joy of pure love.

 An abuse begets another. The parent passes on his/her 'discipline' to his son/daughter who grow up to be a hot-tempered  father or a spiteful, unlovely mother who start conditioning their own kids with that 'nurture'! Ofcourse there are challenges having kids, but they are not your troops to be commanded as you will. If one wishes to teach your child a virtue, display it! Honestly, and without hypocrisy! If you cannot, be humble enough to tell the child about the virtue that you find difficult practicing, and make a journey together in learning it!

 This way a child learns that the parents are humans too who are still learning (which is a good thing! A parent is not someone who 'must know-all'!), and connects it emotionally & intellectually with it's parent(s). Also, never insult a child's intellect! It's an important thing to be cherished and loved like a human, by another human, while one takes this sojourn (life). If one cannot receive it from a parent, who, 'nature' has geared you to unconditionally trust and love, where else could one find it? Is then life worth living? Somehow we kids trudge on, existing in various states, from a zombie to a trouble-maker, a nerd to a bully. None find their center. If they do, the society is full of un-centered, grown kids (posing as adults), to do enough to push them off the center.

 That's why the world is why the way, and how, it is today! We only have to look within us and find the capacity to love again. To change us from within, with love. Love yourself as you are! Love yourself as you will become! Love the you that you were! Love living, and the joy of a child!

 I remember once having a discussion about children with my friends (over, where else(!), Facebook). A parent, I suppose, responding to a statement about learning to let the kids be, and not 'enforce' their dominion and discipline, she questioned, "Where must I stop?" I remember distinctly telling her to ask rather, where must she start?

"No love without, love within".

a beautiful story i encountered 2day [click here]

Discussing the issue of new-form texting &  it's lingual value over Facebook. ;)

I honestly believe that this 'issue' is just a matter of perception.
i honstly believ dat dis 'issue' s jus a mattr of percption. :)

I'm with Igor (name changed to protect the said name!) when he points out that he can communicate or type or read in any which way. I also get what Jigor (name protection again! :*) implies with his "fingernails were scraping down a chalkboard" feeling!.. Growing up with Shakespeare, Dickens & other Romantic novelists (fav. genre), I was quite used to that 'lingual richness', as it could perhaps be said.

It took some time to for me acclimatise myself, to the modern form of 'concatenating' the spelling & the way words are "hurried up" in this cyber-age. Yet, it happened. It happened only when I started using them myself. Initially out of curiosity & later, due to the simplicity of it. The threshold, I believe, was crossed by my own 'practice'. Practice brought around my Perception.

Later, when I heard views like Jigor's, in response to my new 'practice' of that English, I heard my literary self appealing to me, & hence, gave some thought to it. Am I 'downgrading' my lingual capabilities? Am I becoming coarse & stilted, as it were? Then I saw how the language itself has morphed & mutated over the ages. At every age, the most popular & even the so called classic books, actually shunned the then "established" manner & style of writing. Every generation defined themselves anew & moved the society in a new direction.

And the new direction is this: a mathematical, computational & a psycho-analytical one. In the new form 'redundant' vowels are trashed, aural significance takes precedence - hence U in place of you, letters grouped about like arcane equations of a scientific experiment, & reflects the necessity of a generation to grasp what you have to say in just a glimpse.
They are not lounging in an arm-chair using their keyboard-PC-mouse combo like a fountainpen-paper-ink trio! They type on touchscreens as they cross a road. They 'like' our posts as they sip coffee on the way to work. They sometimes take the time to comment if they're compelled or inspired to, in the few seconds that they might steal.

Yes, I'm now lounging on my chair, using my PC as it were an old relic. I have kept myself from ipads, iphones, BBs, Tabs, Notebooks, Netbooks & the like so far. I know not yet how my communication would evolve when I finally give in to them. Wherever English takes me, I'd enjoy her company, with her new forms and delights. I am able to do that because I'd broken my 'literary shackles'. It's analogous to how your ear strains to adapt from the classical, the jazz and the twist, to the hard rock, death metal and the trance!

Hence, my brain can now encompass both the Shakespearean richness & the Twitter-ian novelty.
Tweets r th new short-stories.. FB (facebook) our "live journal".. & th ability 2 use both th staccato form of new writin as wel as th capacty to spell 'Staccato', is the hallmark of today's "literati"... or perhaps the 'twitterati'! :)

<< Btw, my native language is 'Thamizh' as it could be properly written, or tamil as it is anglicized (much to the irk of our grand-dads). With a recorded literature alone of more than 2000 years, it has without doubt evolved, & given birth to 4 other distinct languages. However,during the British rule, it's mutation was tremendous. By the time we had our Independence, it started existing in a purely colloquial form. Although one can still 'decode' the old thamizh, the new, brash, colloquial tamil is the language people recognize. The older version is still taught to stupefied, stymied, & confused kids in the schools but could hardly be found in commonplace writing & conversation. I believe, similar changes happened to many other Indian languages as well. Language is what people use. When the latter changes, so does the former!! >>

... & I bet not more than 4 or 5, at best, would have had the patience or the necessity to read my most verbose posting here, in the 'Old English'! ;D :)
But if you're among that arcane few, my hats off to you, & pray that, you can perceive without bias what your kids will write to you in! ^^

2 b r nt 2 b, dats th Q !! ~ bill shkspr


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A later reply to Jigor."This gives us insight into their, and your, thinking ... it's a form of intellectual intimacy.." -- Love the lines. Indeed it does, & infact Jigor you've kindled my prose & passion with your own passionate observations..
Perhaps the one ...thought remains - given there's this matter of 'how one writes', I guess it equally provides insight into 'how one reads'. :)

(.. & again, a writer is easily flattered when his words are read, whether th reader agrees with it or not!! Thank U for ur time! ;) :D ..)