One tight slap
Some childhood memories stay with you for a life time. I remember one tight slap very vividly and I realize the effect it has had on me. I was in preparatory school, a boys school (not sure which year of school) and one day playing near home I said something disrespectful to my cousin and my mum gave me one tight slap. That day she taught me that I had to respect girls as I respected her. The lesson never left me all these days, today people have been surprised when I use the plural for my daughter (neenga, vaanga, ponga) but it is so much a part of me. Since when did children not merit the respect due to them? Respect begets respect. Today when the nation is outraged I choose to keep my silence because nothing will change by making laws or enforcing them. It all begins with the upbringing. Children imitate their parents; if the father is abusive of the mother or child do not expect the child to grow up any different. I sigh every time I see parents dropping their kid...