My Father …… where is you? My Mother …… where is you? Brought-up in nursery, Educated in kinder garden, Lived in hostel. My dear parents …… who are you? Where are you? This is the cry of present child who is looking for his identity. His parents have no time to answer his question.Mother has no time to give him love.Father has no time to spend some hours with his children.
My father and mother, both are working. They want to raise the standard of living but they don’t know at what cost they are raising their standard. This is not the story of one child. It is the story of many children of today. It is because parents of our generation are not in direct contact with their children.They are like an early machine. In the eyes of child, an ATM machine.
A machine with no sensation & no feeling.
Present generation is at lost ….. Crime rate is increasing ….. Nobody is here to control them …… they need guidance…. They need love …..Come back before it is too late.