A Child’s Supplication


A cute little boy was preparing for exams. His `modern’ mom watched with keen interest, passing on valuable tips now and then. The child was a quick learner, and picked up well.

After some time, the child wanted a break. His favourite cartoon show was
about to start. But the mom was not interested in letting him off.
Submitting to this coercion for quite some time, the child suddenly stood up and raised his hands in supplication:

ek bucha, chota bucha, masoom bucha; merey Allah meri mama ko qatl
kara dey
 (a child, a small child, an innocent child, My God, get my mom murdered).

The mom stood there helplessly, stunned.

Gone are the days when bachchey bhagwaan ka roop hua kartay they (when children used to be an incarnation of God). Now, the times have changed and so have the children. They have a better understanding of the situation and the environment they are in.  A few decades ago, children knew how to woopapa and mama. Today, children know how to blackmail them.

The nakhray of this mom’s daughter merit special mention. One evening she started crying. When coaxing and cajoling failed, the tired parents left her alone. But instead f calming the girl, this infuriated her further. She rushed to the room where papa was offering prayers, lashing out:

aap ko meri feelings ki koi fikr nahi. aap ganday papa ho (you do not care for my feelings. You are not a good papa).

And slammed the door shut.

Poor papa had to cut short his prayers.


Even this did not help. The Satan did his job. The girl
wanted time and attention, and papa gave it. When she finally stopped
crying, it was too late for prayers.

Coming back to his boy’s supplications: shocked, his wife had rushed to him, and recounted his dreadful prayer. Being extremely superstitious, she feared for her life. And when he laughed, she raised her brows.

Try to understand my feelings, she demanded.

What could the poor man do? First it was his daughter, and now his wife, both accusing him of being unfeeling.

He promised prudence in future.

When the agitated wife left, hubby heaved a huge sigh: merey Allah, meri feelings kaun samjhay ga (my God, who will understand my feelings).    *

Sheru had a hearty laugh.

Thank God, the child was exposed only to cartoons.

Had it been Bollywood instead, who knows, the boy might even have wished to announce a supari to get his “enemy” bumped off.

Sheru knows of a boy, who, in his childhood, tied his mother with a rope and tried to set her afire. She was rescued by her sister.