April 15, 2022 – The passionate learner

I like all my hobbies.
But when it comes to practice
or getting trained by professional?
Just know, that ain’t going a long way.

And why shouldn’t that bother me?
Time has made me realise deeply,
How they try to hone my natural skills
Just to end up having to lose all of it.

They force me in learning
vocational education;
Just to compete with other kids
in the family.

They force me to master in-
the subject they couldn’t in their lifetime.
Just to make me an subject of criticism.
Here, I exist, “the very source of entertainment”

They force me to excel (top) in studies
Just to flaunt with the certificate
I could have achieved.
But, I don’t want to be “the topper”.

They force me into something,
I’m unenthusiastic about.
And very well I get disinterested.
My parents are pathetic!

They overlook what I have a knack for,
disregarding my passion, my interests.
And for 18 long years I kept brooding over-
if I really have any form of talent inside me?

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 15

Prompt Day 15: This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-8/

I truly wrote this piece outta my heart. Pouring into the reality version of elucidating the diurnal challenge, breaking the truth and note the ramifications precisely mentioned throughout the poem. I’m in love with it now!! Well I personally can’t hold onto something for real long but that doesn’t mean I disowned my interests. Perhaps, one might not have to see the greater deal if I had been allowed to peruse my passion. Practice makes a man perfect, I agree but not in a sense I have to deal with such disquieting circumstances.

How pathetic it is to see that your child is struggling with finding the right thing to do?
Parents are always there to guide but strictly not for satisfying their dreams, propelling their children to perform the so call duties for the sake of it.

P.S: I don’t wanna hurt my parents’ feelings or any others’ through this poem but I think this issue needs attention plus society needs to stop jeopardizing their children and let them choose their career that likely involve themselves in something they are passionate about rather than forcing their children to learn something out of their own will. Since I faced the similar situations which most of the Indian Households have been ceaselessly facing the same challenge of conflict between the dream fulfilment of parents and their wards: to fulfil the parent’s desires clashing with their own passion and needs. This mindset has to be changed and I’m sure no one of my generation (gen z) would ever see the same in future.