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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Parenting or Technology?!

I am absolutely seething at this very moment. Should this even be a choice; Parenting OR Technology? The fact is that this has become a choice with today's parent's. My own mother is guilty of this. 

I am not a parent, however in my opinion I strongly believe that there is no question; no two ways about it. A parent should be a parent come hell or high water. How can you as a parent sit and ignore your child while you plant your virtual crops or make out with your virtual boyfriend?!

I agree technology is essential for today's development but at what cost? What happens when it is taken too far and begins to destroy lives and tear families apart? Are we to sit back and ignore it pretending that everything is  fine? Is this even healthy? I hate the fact that some parents ignore their children because they are too busy living an online life and too blind to see that it's destroying their real lives.

My own sister can be used as an example. Four years ago, she was happily married, studying to become a nurse and had a baby girl. Then she asked her husband for a computer and internet. When she got what she wanted, she spent hours on Facebook under the pretence of studying online with friends for exams. Her child was neglected by her, thankfully her in-laws stepped up and took care of the child. Then exam time rolled around and lo and behold she failed.

She even went so far as to feign sickness to get out of the hot waters she placed herself in. We later discovered that she was having an online affair with someone from another country. In the end she ended up getting a divorce, failing her exams and having to come live with us while she attempted to rebuild her life.

Another example? My dear mother. She recently entered the Facebook scene and somehow she always seems to find herself in trouble over it. Firstly it was with myself and her. She wanted to set up the account, so I told her a date of was required, she yelled at me, claiming it's none of my business. I never asked for my personal information, I asked because it was NECESSARY for the account to be created. I walked away and told her she can set up her own account. Then she created the account and went over the top with pictures. I was annoyed due to the fact that she uploaded over 40 pictures of me which were open publicly. I asked her to remove them or set it to friends only which led to another fight. They are MY pictures, you should respect my privacy, not so?!

Then Mummy dearest and I went to the theatre to see "Jab Tak Hai Jaan" (English- As Long As There Is Life). I was so upset with her throughout the entire movie. She was on BBM (Black Berry Messenger). I had no problem with this, however I asked if she could turn the sound off, because she was receiving a message every minute or so and it was distracting. She refused and yelled at me. The light was also distracting, we were in a dark theatre, so obviously that one light would have been eye catching. A few days later, I walked down the stairs into our living room and
Mummy dearest was on bbm again, I walked into the music room and the keyboard tumbled on me because they were adjusting the stand for it but Mom was too busy to remember and warn me about it even though my uncle asked her to do so. 


Many times I attempt to have a conversation with her and I am ignored because she is on BBM or Facebook. Attempting to carry on an important conversation with my mother while she is on either of these two is like talking to a brick wall.

I recall reading about a mother who either killed or injured her own three year old son because he was crying and trying to get her attention while she was on Farmville. That thought disgusts me, that your pixel cows mean more to you than your son. A typical morning in my house is me walking down the steps, my mother is on the sofa, using Facebook, her hubby skyping on his Iphone, my sister in her room, usually on BBM and her boyfriend in the music room, usually on skype or Facebook as well. No one bothers to look up or say anything as they are in their own little worlds.

I believe that my own mother is taking social networking a step too far. A couple weeks ago, she was chatting with a friend via Facebook at 1:00 am, while everyone else was asleep. We were awakened to the sound of some crazy person blasting Ronan Keating - She believes in me. Everyone was quiet about it, everyone except me that is. I got out of my bed and acted like a total jerk, but she deserved it. It was so inconsiderate of her to play music that loudly while everyone was asleep and some had work the following morning. Of course, she yelled at me again, lately it seems as if all our fights are due to her use and abuse of technology.

Sometimes I wish she would take a break, many times we are driving and she suddenly pulls over to text someone or to BBM. I am never quiet about it because it's ridiculous. This past week, I woke up and was about to pack myself a lunch bag when she told me she will do it. I went back to bed for a few minutes expecting her to back it in time for me to leave. One hour later, I went back down and she was on Facebook, forgot about me. This is a constant thing in my house, Mummy dearest neglecting her duties for Facebook or Twitter, BBM, skype, or whatever have you. Somedays I am so steaming mad that I consider blocking those social networking websites from our network so that she will no longer be able to access them from any of the computers in our house.

As soon as she gets her hands on a laptop, it's Facebook. At times I have to sit and beg for my own laptop because she refuses to get off. Perhaps she is addicted, or using it to escape reality. Whatever the case may be, I don't think this is very healthy for ANY parent to neglect their duties for technology.

Call me old fashioned but I believe in families spending time together doing quality, life enriching activities. I believe a family that spends time together, stays together. How many times as parents did you ignore your child because you were watching a special movie or tv show? How many times did you ignore them because you were too busy chatting or playing a game? 

Technology is taking over our lives, parents need to log off Facebook and pay attention to their kids. I focused on parenting being neglected for technology, but it's not just parents. Relationships are being torn apart due to it. We live in an era of smart phones and stupid people, you can touch each other but not each other's phones. I've seen many relationships end due to technology, it's a terrible thing where one person becomes so addicted to the technological advances now readily available to us that they forget their own lives and live behind a screen. It can be a beautiful thing, to keep connected with family, form relationships it's just how we use it.

Every child needs a parent, I should know this. I grew up without a father and a mother who was mostly absent even though I lived with her. I am comfortable with that, it's my life, and it does not bother me in any way, I am happy with the life I have however, some kids may not agree. They need their parents and when they are abandoned or neglected they turn to crime, they turn to drugs or any such vices to attract their parents attention. So, the next time your child attempts to have a conversation with you, please turn off the laptops, cell phones, tablets, tv's or radio and listen to them. Spend time with your children and show them the importance of living a well rounded life rather than one behind a screen. 



Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The darkness around me.

I look around me and see that

everyone else is so happy.


They don't have to feel like the 


darkness is always closing in on them.

They don't have to feel like 

they're drowning in a sea of red.

They don't have to deal with

the constant desire to leave permanently.

They don't have to deal with

the red stained wrists

and the feeling that maybe 

one day, the cars won't slow down

to let me pass and it will all be ended

with me finally seeing the light.




Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Scars

I look at different places

on my body and see scars.



I see lines of pale sadness,

and lost hope.

I see sad nights

and vague memories.

But they are just that,

scars.

They are no longer

crimson lines

of hatred or distress,

they are healing.

They are now closed.

The doors of my past

are closed.

They will remain closed.



Saturday, May 11, 2013

Depression?


Today I heard someone use the expression "I fell into depression" and it made me think, you don't fall into a depression, it slowly happens. You don't all of a sudden feel like you hate yourself, and die everyday. It starts out very little. Something makes you sad, and just when you think you start to get happy again, something else happens AGAIN, AND AGAIN. It just never ends.

You get used to the feeling of being numb. Not wanting to do anything, hating everyone that speaks, then you know something's wrong. You just all of a sudden wish your world would end. You go through many thoughts and feelings to get to the point of depression. Depression almost feels like another person living inside of you, you could be perfectly happy, fine, smiling, laughing till the smallest thing reminds you of everything that has happened.

You feel it coming, travelling through your body, you start to panic because you hate the feeling, the feeling of knowing reality. The reality that you hate your life and no one can help.  The reality of not knowing who you are anymore. The reality of knowing that no one really cares, they're all just curious. Depression is like a never ending roller coaster, you wait for hours to get to the ride, you finally get there, you get on. 

You're sitting freaking out wondering that's going to happen. BOOM!!! You're off. Twists and turns everywhere and at once you want to get off.  Once you get off you're right back in the line. Depression is always there but when it wants to come out , you just never know. Till you finally start to feel it. The thoughts come into your mind, the pain of what's happened. It also just doesn't go away, you have yo do something to relive the pain. Starvation, self harm, so many things that make the pain go away,  but just for a little while. It always comes back, it just never seems to end. Till you make it end.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

How can you tell?

Firstly, if there are any grammatical or spelling errors I apologize. It is 11:45 pm, I should be in bed I need to be up at 4:00 am for work tomorrow and my meds are kicking in, making me sleepy but I just don't feel like moving.

I guess what I would like to say is the worst part of life is that you can't tell. You can't tell that the person sitting next to you may be heart broken. You can't tell if they are hurting all over. You can't tell if they're struggling to smile. You can't tell if they just want to break down and cry. And the sad thing is; I wish I could tell.

Perhaps I'm a bit weird but I'm good at reading people. I tend to pick up on things before they are mentioned to me, I rarely speak unless spoken to. I prefer to sit and observe, picking up on the signs that others may have missed. I like looking at the smallest bit of emotions on each person, and when I meet someone new I sit beside them, quietly reading them as I would a new book.

I honestly have no idea what the hell I'm attempting to say... perhaps I ought to clear my thoughts, come back later but those of you who know me.. will know that's NOT possible. I've been thinking about this for a few weeks. What if we were able to tell? There are those who hide their pain so well that you'll never guess what they're going through? What if in order to save someone, or do what's best for them.. you had to sacrifice yourself  would you do it? Can you do it?

Some people harm themselves by destroying their skin. Other humans hide the fact that they're actually destroying themselves. Other times you can look into their eyes and see that they are bleeding inside. They are letting all the hurt and pain damage them on the inside rather than the outside.

Would you save them? I would. I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

Way back when..

When I Was 5

I wanted to be a princess

When I was 7

I wanted to be a ninja

When I Was 10

A wizard

When I turned 13

A musician

And now

I want to be anything I can be

As long as it gets me out of here

And isn't it sad that once you get older

dreams don't matter as much

as escaping does???







Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Shame on you Amity





Never thought I would be back on this blog, after all I quit blogging due to the fact that I have no idea how to write anything anymore. It's been months since I last wrote a proper blog, I mainly use the tumblr platform where it's all pictures with wrods scribbled across them.


Just three weeks ago, I was considering applying to Amity University in India. It seemed like a good option, one of the only colleges that looking at it, was one of the only places I could manage to live at while I spent my time in India.


I was happy with this decision and just one day before I paid the application fee and was about to send my application to them, a friend of mine stopped me, telling me it wasn't worth it. At first I was a little upset, because I really wanted to go there, it seemed like a nice place, but at the end of the day I know that my friends are just looking out for me.


So I did not apply, although it would have been an institution I thought I would be proud to be a part of. Today, I see that a student of Amity was treated so badly during an exam that she felt bullied, she felt like she had no other option than to take her own life. When I saw that I said to myself, thank God I never invested into a place like this! How dare they?


I don't even know this girl personally, we just share a common friend but I am outraged. How long will these such incidents go in in India? How long will women be abused, raped, have no rights? I'm sick of it. And for that student to want to kill her self over an exam, it's pretty drastic which makes me wonder what systems are put in place for students who are facing difficulties there?


When I was applying there, they assured my family that because I am a foreign student, there would be counselors to be at our beck and call and what ever services we would require would be made available to them. We were told that foreign students would be treated so well that we would not miss our homes. So my question is - what about the local students? How are they treated? As far as I can see, the only thing that separates us is money? We are able to afford perhaps a little more than the local students? That in my opinion is bullsh*t.


Where I live, things like being a foreign student, or a local student does not even matter. The education is free to us citizens yes, but for a foreign student it's not that expensive and in many cases they are able to get their education for free as well here. What's the huge difference? Here the ministry of education gets involved in every incident concerning students.


As you all know, where I live, the population is mostly Indian/ Indian descendants so every year we have this celebration where we take one day to I guess honor our ancestors and I guess how far we've come. So I used to attend an all girls school, very strict with rules and discipline. Many of the girls there were I guess wild would be the word to describe them, well they would try very hard to twist the uniform. They would apply mehndi (henna) for no reason, no real occasion after a while the dean got sick of it and banned it. 


On Indian arrival I was taking part in many activities and the dean called me to her office and told me if I wanted to have the mehndi done, she would allow me to have it until it faded on it's own. So I applied it and thought that was that, had fun that weekend. Now on the Monday morning, I went to school as usual but our class mistress was not exactly fond of me, I guess it was because all of the students were scared of her but I never showed her any fear. She saw the mehndi on my hand and started yelling at me and being really rude. I did not want to answer her and she did not even give me a chance to explain anything. She just grabbed me by the hands and started pulling me with her. She was pregnant at this time so I did not want to try to get away from her on the steps because it would be my fault if she fell.


So she took me downstairs and tried to wash the mehndi off my hands which as we all know is foolish, it would not come off. So she got even more pissed and took my hand and rubbed it against the bare wall until it started bleeding and hurting badly. After that incident I did not want to tell anyone about it, but shortly after my mom found out and that's where everything started. The ministry of education got involved and that teacher of mine lost her job.


This is what India needs, the government needs to get involved in  things like this who cares  if India is a huge country?! They can do it if they stop the corruption and start working towards making India a better place.


I hope this poor girl's family get the answers they are looking for. A daughter, sister, friend, aunt, niece, grand daughter and so much more just died. May she R.I.P

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