Month: July 2007

Innocence, Interrupted.

The CBSE is all set to introduce “Adolescent Education Programme” for school kids from 6th standard upwards.
This is to include stuff like Sex Ed, Protection, STDs and other stuff that made us giggle/snicker during tenth standard biology class.
Sure, in light of the current lifestyles, “lets-do-it-NOW” attitude towards sex you’d think learning the right way to put on a condom is necessary.
It is, no arguments here, a little bit of knowledge does go a long way.
The thing is, how adept are our teachers in conveying it across to the students?
The rotten truth is that our teachers are NOT our friends, not now, not ever.
We don’t like approaching them for doubts concerning adolescent issues, we are uncomfortable with them, and we hate the way they stare at us when we say the word “sex”.
I CANNOT imagine any of my teachers who taught me in school trying to teach me how syphilis is spread or discussing topics like condoms v/s spermicide (which is part of the syllabus).
I remember one particular incident in school as well, when one of my juniors got caught in school for bringing, erm, sexual apparatus to school.
It was a HUGE hullabaloo, the boy’s parents were called and screamed at, he was slapped, we didn’t have class for 7 continuous periods and everyone started calling him “condom boy”. Not pleasant. It brought a couple of issues to light –
a]A tenth grader with a condom. Wow.
b]I could sleep through 4 continuous periods, a new record
c]A tenth grader with a condom. Wow, GROSS.
d]If he had a condom, who did he intend to do it with?
e]A tenth grader with a condom. Wow.
Moving on.
Where the CBSE is making a mistake is bringing it in standard 6. Thats not when hormones surge. Thats when kids still think that a lesbian is actually a person from lesbia.
Loads of schools (esp PSBB-esque schools) are still in two minds over this whole adolescent education module.
Is it really necessary in a country like India?
What about our culture?
What about our famous social values?
Ah, thats where we all make mistakes.
Hormones don’t have nationalities!


18 years of existence. Correction. 18 years, 3 months, 3 and a half weeks counting.
It’s all a big blur.
I mean 15 years back, I was perfectly happy trying to figure out the simple pleasures of life, like gurgling, sleeping all day, and pissing anywhere I wanted to.
Ah, that was the life, yes?
But now, I’m suddenly 5 ft 6 or something and have responsibilities and other worldly burdens of that sort.
I have to study *groan*, get good grades *groaner* and make mummy daddy proud *groanest*.
Not that I can’t do any of those things, but you get my drift.
Sometimes I wonder.
How it would be to break free and live in a world where there are no ties, no boundaries, no responsibilities, no obligations.
How it would be to go where I wanted to, when i wanted and in whichever way I wanted to.
No rules, No limits, No mum and dad behind my back.
And then, I remember, why I’m doing all this in the first place.
Its because mum n dad do something that makes me feel so fuzzy inside.
They pay my bills.