Happy Independance Day??

Gyan Bodh, ah, I'm back at the organised chaos, but call it psenti-sem blues or whatever, some part of me is already saying good bye. Did I make a difference? I don't know. As our quiz for the kids showed how much we underestimate them, and how much pop culture affects them ( the kids could recognize AR Rahman, but not Mangal Pandey ), I wonder if it mattered at all. Do they care for the fact that they are Indian ( sparing the times when a cricket match is on)? Do they even like being here? Have I bettered their education? I just don't know.
They made me reflect on how an Indian child grows up, and its not pretty. The first thing they notice in person is his or her region, and they are, in many ways, heavily impregnated with the regional biases of their parents. They grow up with strong gender stereotypes, the idea of a girl playing football is ridiculous to them. Being suave, well-mannered and efficient is simply laughed off, and their curses would make your hair curl.
Maybe I should have started with educating the parents.
I always knew change doesn't come easy. Maybe the feeling that I am about to leave is making me cynical.But I tried. And I'll keep trying. Because they're Indian kids. And that makes them my business.