You can win Nobel Prize.

Nature is very strange. The growth of humanity takes it own pace. The factors responsible for the general growth of individual and society remain a complicated issue. It has taken centuries to resolve and get any clear-cut views on this matter. Scholars, researchers, scientists, politicians and other leaders of society had been putting in their bit to understand and clarify this complicated aspect. It is a continuous evolution. Today, when father and son get Nobel prizes and mother and daughter aspire for Bookers prizes, study of parents and children are discussed in positive direction. But since the time immemorial, this relationship has been put to disadvantage for humanity.
Parents in general act as the first role model for a person. The opportunities, exposures and options available to growing individuals remain limited. Parents with their wisdom and knowledge are in a position to guide the offspring successfully. This was the case a few decades ago. As I mentioned the Herculean changes, which have taken place in the last few decades have left this role model and path-bearer almost redundant. The child, by the time finishes schooling, is so well versed and knowledgeable because of present day exposures to ideas that her parents appear like fossils as far as the guiding factors in life are concerned and I will not be wrong if I claim that this is a practical reality most of the time except few exceptional cases like Nobel laureates or Amitav Bachchan etc. It is interesting to read this real life story.
Binda was the only son of his parents. His father Mungi was a very poor farmer, living in a very small village. He was a very hard working and egotistic person. He had approximately five bighas of land from his ancestral property. He meticulously ploughed the field. He used to look after his family of four from his earnings. This small area of land was the only source of income in his family. Life was going on smoothly. Mungi did not have any exposure for better aspirations. He was satisfied with his life.
Binda was a very studious child from the start. He loved studying. When he was in class X, he had to walk approximately five kilometres to attend classes. During the rainy season, he had to swim cross approximately ten raw canals by swimming to reach his school. His father never wanted his son to put in so much effort to attend school for class X. This level of study was good enough for his son. He always felt that more study was not required to plough his five bighas land. Mungi was correct. Why not? Even Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi during the same time in South Africa felt the same regarding his four sons. There was no one in Mungi’s entire family who had been educated to this level. Mungi therefore did all he could do to stop his son from appearing for the Board exam. But he was helpless in front of his wife’s tricks and lady chall called intelligence. His wife used to borrow money and get guidance for her son’s education from her brothers who were a little more educated and forward looking. Ultimately, the mother and son’s efforts worked. Binda appeared for the Board exam and passed in third division.
Binda’s aspirations had no end. With the help of his mother, he joined college in a city nearby, approximately thirty five kilometres from his village. Mungi never liked all this. He continued hoping that his son would join him in farming. Like any other farmer in the village, he also wanted to plough the field every year and earn more produce to increase his wealth and ultimately increase his field from five bighas to at least ten so that his son’s family could lead a better life than him. But it remained his dream.

Binda had his own mission. He felt that five bighas was not enough to provide adequate income for his family. He always looked for better and greener pastures of the cities, which he had got a glimpse of during his studies. By the time, he was doing his Intermediate, he got married to an illiterate fourteen-year-old girl. When he was appearing for his Intermediate exam for the third time in the city, because he could not pass earlier, his wife was delivering their second child in his village. Because of the tension of the exam, he could not afford to go for the delivery. He tried his best to pass the Intermediate exam without any support from anywhere. He studied day and night. He stopped thinking about his young wife also for sometime. Just after his exams, he could not wait anymore, and went to the village to see his second child.
Binda was very happy to see his newly born, bright son. His mother was curious to know when he would get a job in the city. He promised his mother that after passing the Intermediate exam, he would get a good offer and job. After one and a half months, he went to the city to find out about his result. He was highly depressed that he had failed again. He was frustrated. He did not have anyone in life who could console him. The path of growth passes through lonely patches. He tried to console himself. When his mother came to know about this, she was demoralized, but regained her strong personality and advised him to look for a job.
Life is peculiar. Things happen at its own pace and its own time. It gives sadness, and then sometime it gives pleasure too. Within a few months of his struggle, he got a good yellow collor job in a recently opened public sector, ‘modern temple’ of Jawaharlal Nehru. He and his mother were very happy. Mungi was very angry at this development. He wanted his son to join him in farming but because of his wife, his son was spoiled. He was very annoyed. As such, he used to beat his wife on a regular basis. This time also he planned to beat her so hard that she would remember it throughout her life. It was a punishment to the lady for spoiling his son.
Mungi tolerated the new development for six months. One day when Binda came on leave to meet his wife for quarterly sexual overall, Mungi became very angry. He shouted at all of them. He picked up a brick and tried to hit his spoiled son. Fortunately, Binda was saved by God’s grace and her mother’s prayers (that is what his mother felt). But this was not enough; Mungi threw out Binda’s and his family’s luggage and wanted them along with his mother to leave his house immediately.
Binda with his wife and two small children left their ancestral home and landed in the small township where he had a job. Life is very cruel. Parents are supposed to be a support but that too if it works out well. Like property, a good wife, a good job, one gets good parents depending upon the luck, the lines on your hands. It is God’s wish to have sensible parents, especially for a poor person like Binda. But in the present who knows what is good or bad in life for the future? This is a million dollar wisdom.

Parents are responsible for the growth of their offspring. Through centuries of evolution, they have performed their duties meticulously; they are still doing it very effectively and efficiently. As we say, time and tide wait for none; time plays a very crucial and cruel role in the growth of a human being. The time has come when parents are becoming the biggest enemies of their offspring’s not by choice but due to situation. They are unable to grasp the changes taking place in this era of civilization. They can hardly perceive the growth themselves. They are not in a position to comprehend the changes, which are inflicting society.

Parents need to be cautious about these changes. All parents can not be Nobel laureates like Arthur Kornberg who won Medicine Nobel Prize in 1959, management guru Malay Chaudhuri who build IIPM for his son Arindam Chaudhuri, renowned players like Vijay Amritraj, successful businessman like Dhirubhai Ambani who gave Rs 100 crores 26 years ago to Mukesh to make 100,000 crores today, leaders like Ramadoss who made party for his son Jr Ramadoss to make him health minister, famous writers like Anita Desai whose daughter Kiran Desai won Bookers prize, and many more. But the real hard facts remain that when countries have to move from developing to develop in the time span of just few decades not even a life time, there are the serious problems of this relationship. Children have to become rebel to achieve desired goal. Parents have to sacrifice their life support system to witness successful generations. Both have to understand these difficult times to maintain their fondness.
Today, when son gets Nobel Prize, we talk about gene, but what about the millions of children who followed the age old deprivation, poverty, backwardness, conservativeness on the name of gene? Why scheduled caste children are still becoming scheduled caste? Is there some greatness involved in genes?
The fate of the children of 21st century can not rely on the gene. This has to be clear. The news paper reporting giving unnecessary importance to gene is useless and futile. If Kiran Desai becomes youngest female Bookers prize winner, there is no surprise. It is not gene. It is the accessibility. It is the knowledge. It is simple wisdom. It is just the concentrated efforts. It is simple ballgame of fabricated complexities of life. If Budhia can run 65 KM to beat the world records, the talk of gene remain a very conservative subject.
Children born in 21t century have privileged to do anything in the world. Bill Gates, Narayana Murthy and Abdul Kalam have shown it clearly. Next few decades are the decades for all who understands these seriousness and simplicity. Gene has nothing to do with your success. You all can become most successful and famous. You just have to know the tricks. You have all the chances to win Nobel Prize like Sushmita and Aishwarya became Miss Universe and Miss World. It is plain and simple.