A number of questions occur to me. How effective is education at the most impressionable and crucial age of one’s life? What enables a major decision like that at such a tender age? Is it just a fleeting thrill or fancy? In spite of the apparent awareness about contraception why does it not feature as an option for most in this country that is bursting in its seams population-wise? Why doesn’t the increasing cost of living deter people from having kids at random? Is the influence of cinema so great that it can make someone blind to the realities of life? When I asked my maid why she didn’t go to the police after all it was a matter of an underage child, my maid replied that she was afraid her daughter would commit suicide. Is that all it take to take one’s own life? Rousing passion? And finally who is to blame here? The mother? Who incidentally had been abandoned by her own drunkard husband and was forced to eke out a living as a maid to care for her own child? Is it the father who deserted his family and thereby shirking his responsibilities? Is it fate that the poor lot in our country have to face? Or is it just plain bad luck?
Answers elude me. As an educationist I can only think of education as a force of change; a practical, customised, incentivised and persistent one at that, but I don’t have answers to other factors as I mull over all of them. Somewhere the very structure that we, as a society have worked hard to build and that we were thumping our chests in pride about, after three-fourths of a decade of independence is showing signs of becoming decrepit and dilapidated.
It’s time for a recon.!