ADDICTION-

Are the youngsters of today really the LEADERS of TOMORROW???

A semi-dark smoke filled room lighted by a table lamp in one corner. Thin, gaunt, young guys in sporting jeans and colorful tee-shirts lounging on the floor staring into space or smoking cigarettes. A boy holds an injection in his hand and then wrinkles his face in pain as he injects it into his arm and waits for the effect. Another pops a pill into his mouth. All slowly sink into a sleep induced by drugs. This is the sophisticated city crowd of youngsters trying to escape the harsh realities of life.

IS THIS MODERN YOUTH REALLY THE LEADERS OF TOMORROW??

After some simple mathematics I found out that 43% of my classmates are into some addiction or the other and I am pretty much sure this number is much higher in some cases. Now, can india really rely on this so called, Generation-X??

On one hand, we have the likes of Milind Deora, a young, vibrant MP from Mumbai, battling out on the political field and on the other we have a 24-year old ‘bhai’ leading the business of smuggling drugs to and fro.

WHY DO TEENAGERS GET INTO ADDICTION??

The main reasons according to me are friendship or friends circle, boyfriends/girlfriends, family tensions and foremost academic pressures.

WHO ARE TO BE BLAMED??

The home environment can be said to be a major contributory factor when youngsters run astry. The hectic modern life with both parents working to make ends meet, they have very little time to spare for their children. Consequently, the children have little inclination to stay alone at home and hence pretty easily fall into uncongenial company. They try to ‘experiment’ and before they even realize they are ‘addicted’.

Again, our education system is also to be blamed. Our system is completely examination oriented. There is hardly any provision for moral education and neither are there sufficient extra-curricular activities which can channelize the physical and mental energies towards constructive purposes.

Yet again, there is not enough arrangement for youngsters to spend their very little leisure hours in a constructive manner in interesting habits or sports- and it is well knows that “an idle mind is the devil’s workshop”. Consequently, young boys and girls turn their minds for finding new avenue for excitement and adventure and fall prey to this vicious habit

Now it’s all upto the society, the government, responsible citizens and all my dear friends, its high time we look into this problem seriously and help create a better INDIA.    

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“I am sorry”, “I don’t love you anymore”. These words came as a slashing blow to my face, for a moment the world around me halted, all my dreams were shattered as if someone had hurled a stone at my glass palace. I could not see any road ahead of me, all I could see was she walking towards her brand new Honda Civic and there I stood in the middle of nowhere while tightly holding the ring in the clutches of my fist, the ring I had gifted her on her birthday. The three words that once made me the happiest guy in the world and now again some other three words that looked like it ended my life. Those were not just words uttered from her mouth, they were something more, something destructive, something I never wanted to hear from the beautiful lips of my loved one. But she was no longer mine, I had just lost her and the whole world around me darkened.

Deciding not to make a mock of myself and cry, I trudge back home , but today the walk seemed a lot longer (or did take the wrong path??) As I fumble to open the lock of my door while almost kicking away my pet dog. My small dorm room did not look anymore “COOL” to me. The Greenday, Linkin Park, Muse flashy, colourful posters were now irritating. I didn’t realize that I was crying, I could not make out that my heart was now shedding its tears. I crashed onto the bed and hid my head below the pillow, trying to hide myself from the reality. But how long could I??

“Life is not a bed of roses” and now the thorns were piercing my soul, one at a time, killing me softly. The flashback started, I was recounting the first kiss, those small fights we had, bunking classes for a short date, those late night calls and messages. Each of these past memories were now a wagon of pain on my mind.

Days pass somehow, my college days are no longer joyful. At this moment I recall a few lines from a book I had read-

“Days pass somehow
but nights are now a wagon of pain
injuries may heal with time
but marks will always remain
restless on my comfortable bed
I toss and turn and try to sleep
But thoughts are bulking my head
And have formed a huge heap
The past is flashing its scorching light beams
Tearing me at the seams…”

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