As I return from school-drop off, I often listen to the radio, hoping for some interesting news, and that elusive Ilayaraja (FYI, llayaraja plays between 11 and 12 in many stations – mornings are dedicated to some really inane, irritating danguchika numbers by nameless zombies). Radio City’s Munna was hosting, to commemorate Tamil New Year’s day, a programme called “தமிழோடு விளையாடு”, which he faithfully pronounced as தமிளோடு விளையாடு”. காலங்கார்த்தால கடுப்பு. Shouldn’t RJs work on their pronunciations before attempting to be RJs?
Change station. Radio One’s Sulaba announced that it is “Sibling’s day” today and goes on to describe that in this day and age, where single-children families are on the rise, children don’t know what sharing is all about. Drives me nuts everytime someone tells me that a single child does not share. A single child may have many faults (e.g. they could be socially impaired, or lonely people etc.), but not sharing is not one of them. I wrote about it in detail earlier. To re-quote my own,
Single children don’t have the concept of “this is mine” because there is no one else in the house that they have to say that to. So, as they grow up, they are some of the most generous people in the world. I am generous to a fault. Nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is mine. I can see the same trait in my daughter. My mom was like that too. And every single-child that I know has no problems sharing her toys or her snacks. Only children with siblings at home with whom they have to fight over toys tend to be selfish. In fact, I recently read a paper by people who actually studied the phenomenon scientifically and their results seem to corroborate my theory They say that
“children without siblings were 28% more likely to share than children with siblings. On the other hand, the youngest children in a family were 17% less willing to share than children who had only younger siblings..”
This is true. My daughter is a third generation single child, after my mother and me. All three of us won’t hesitate a second to share our last possession. Many of my friends have single-children and the kids are just as generous as mine. So, Sulabha, who claims to be one herself, had better not make sweeping statements that are largely false.
In yet another station, the song Nakka mukka came on. It is a very messy song in terms of music, but the lyrics were actually interesting.
பந்தாட்டம் உலகம் வச்சான்
ராட்டினம் போல் சுழல வச்சான்
ஏற வச்சான் எறங்க வச்சான்
சொல்ல வச்சு மயங்க வச்சான்
மயங்கினவன எழுப்புடா எழுப்புடா எழுப்புடா [...]
பொண்ணுங்கலாம் பொறக்க வச்சான்
பொண்ணுக்குள்ள கருவ வச்சான்
கருவ வச்சான் கற்ப வச்சான்
கற்புக்குள்ள தீய வச்சான்
தீய வச்சு எரிய வச்சான்
மதுர எரியுது அணைங்கடா அணைங்கடா அணைங்கடா [...]
Pretty sure this is some old village folk song, going by the drivel that passes off as songs these days, I can’t imagine someone coming with something as profound as that now.