Metro Mallu Kids

So I'm 26  .. and I was chatting with a friend this morning when I realized how my views on the future have firmed up… from an innocent all accepting girl to a women with views…. Which is why I think our elders always very wisely advised us to marry young because then it’s easier to adjust and mould… though I still believe that  I’d mould myself and accept most things….

But a few things I’d like are that my kids grow up in kerala in their formative years and not in a metro or abroad… that seems like a stupid and narrow outlook statement to make .. but really think about it… think about the way we mallu-kids grew up… how we had an awwwesome time with so many cousins… the games we played and the ones we invented ( we played games involving sooo much imagination and less toy)s… we really didn’t have toys (other than kitchen set, Barbie dolls and stuffed toys- toys were such a simple affair back then) .. the jokes we cracked….. the food we enjoyed…. the beautiful culture we imbibed…the frequent and regular vacations back to grandmoms place where the entire family comes together……  ……. (I miss large families too)….. and the festivals……. Were so grand… such occasions….!  

And I look at how mallu kids today have grown up… barely talks Malayalam… plays with bey blades and psp (abosultely no imagination required there) … no cousins to play with but friends….. and it makes me miss something on their behalf… and I KNOW I want my child to have all that I did… even if it meant going back to kerala to bring him / her up…….   And I KNOW .. unless absolutely necessary… 

Mallu kids today wouldn’t know akku thikku thana varambu….. and I miss it on their behalf….. ….. it’s a whole generation of metro mallu kids….. and I feel for what they’re losing out on.

My views might change….. maybe I’ll be selfish and not make the sacrifice of going back to kerala…… maybe … I’ll start thinking that I’ll want a metro smart kid……. Who knows….

Well anyway….  .. it’s just one of those random ‘realisations’