One child policy : solution of growing population ??

The census results are out, and the figure give the environmentalists the same shock as a student get when he sees his AIEEE rank. Both just pray to have got lesser number of digits than the actual ones. So we are 121 crores now. It seems huge, and we are chasing China very fast who is still on the top with 134 crores. So finally India will top at least one list. A list on which every countries wish to remain on the bottom side.

Now, we Indians have a tendency to waste all our energy and time on discussing only the problems. So I won’t get into the detail of the catastrophic effect of growing population. Lets discuss the solutions. Now the question arises, do we have any possible solution to almost nullify our growing population rate?

“ bacche 2 hi acche”, the quote which I guess must have formed before lalu prasad came into the politics is still well known, but has it been implemented effectively. People back in 80s wouldn’t have thought that in future, even the basic commodities would become out of reach of normal person. Price rise will broke even the records of DU cut offs. Its ok, they were lacking the sources of entertainment that we enjoy but it I never understand why they started factories of children. 7 to 10 children a family, thank god now people plan children according to their annual income and budget.

So is the one child policy the correct solution. China has implemented it, and to a good extent it has controlled its population very well. It also has enough land to accommodate all. Now leave all this statistics and imagine your life without your brothers and sisters. No one to fight with, no one to compete with, no one to hug in your success, no one to give your shoulders to cry on.

Every child whether animals or human first compete with their siblings to grow stronger and learn. We all had competed with our brothers and sisters in everything. Every piece of chocolate, every toy, clothes and the comparison of every performance in school. The achievements of our brothers and sisters always compelled us to work hard. The mistakes of our elder siblings told us what not to do and we always guided the younger ones. We never had to search someone to play cards, crickets or other outdoor games. There is no fun in eating the pizza alone, you must have your siblings to fight for every single piece, and the feeling of victory gives the real taste.

Alone child will never get full time and support of parents. He will felt alone and soon would come under obsession. Either he will become anti social or a computer geek. He’ll have no one to compete with, thus no sense of competition would generate in his mind. Neither he will have any one to give him emotional stability. So we may improve statistically but our social structure will collapse. We are already suffering from single-family problems now that family would loose its complete entity too. Guess better education and spreading more awareness and restrictions for the two child plans must be continued. We don’t want to have obsessed army of large old peoples after 50 years.

Ride for us, race for them !!

Whenever I get down from a bus, I always pray to find a city bus. The reason being my childhood aversion from public transport, like city vans and tempos. Why I hate them, it’s not hard to guess. They are always overloaded and the situation inside these vans are like a third degree torture to war slaves. Often there are 5 people sitting on the seat where at most 3 can park and both the conductor and driver, if by some mean they can, are willing to place more people.

Many a times in emergency people had to stand between the spaces, some of them are drunk so the condition became further worse. Suffocation almost kills you and you just wish to jump from the moving van so that you can grasp some fresh air. Guess, its better to die from wounds than lack of air. Long before when I avoided public transport I often used to think that they must have some phenomenon of extra dimensions in these vans as almost triple the amount of people are sitting at a time on a van and sometimes the figure rise exponentially. 2 people escape and 10 more get in. I had once traveled when the gear rod was between my both legs and I had to concentrate more than the driver to protect myself from a life threatening accident.

So this time too I didn’t get a city bus and I had to travel in a city van. I was daunted by the fact that I was the first one to get in. It means I may have to wait for more than half an hours if it didn’t get full completely. By full I mean 3 people along with the driver, 4 people on both seats and a conductor hanging on the gate and crying for money. I began to panic when only 3 people come after 5 minutes.

Just then I had started to analyze the driver and for the first time I started viewing things from his point of view. He was panicked and unstable. He was wandering around his van, calling loudly for the passengers. His eyes were in horror. Horror of other drivers, horror of impatient passengers, horror of city buses and horror of remaining behind in this everlasting race for survival. A race, which uses your blood as a fuel and it is converted into lots of sweatand little money.

He started the van with only 5 passengers in it and I was baffled. Baffled by his decision and baffled by my own inner paradox of thoughts. I always imagined this situation and rated it as impossible, sitting comfortably in a city van. But now here I was, sitting with as much space as 3 people use usually but I wasn’t happy. I was sympathetic towards the fellow whose eyes were still rolling 360 at the road to find another passenger. But he didn’t get any more. I just got down, finished my work and coming back to stand again sat in an overloaded van, suffocating, perspiring and abusing the van driver and thinking “ kash agle stop par sab utar jaye “ !!