What Is the Bloody Reason?

In a world where people claim to live life to the fullest, every moment seems to revolve around celebrations. Some spend time with family, some with friends, and some in solitude. But wait – is that all? Absolutely not. Almost everyone has a partner-in-crime for their so-called “enjoyment.” And who is this partner? Alcohol. Yes, whether it’s a party or a random Tuesday night, alcohol seems to be the ultimate source of joy.

But why is this happening? What’s the reason behind it? And who’s responsible for this bloody mess? The answer is simple – it’s all about money. Selling alcohol brings in cash, and governments happily tax it to fill their coffers. Cheers to that, right? What a marvelous system we’ve created!

But hey, alcohol isn’t the only issue here. The real problem is how the younger generation is getting sucked into this mess. And how is that happening? Is it their family? Their friends? Or someone else entirely? Actually, it’s all of us. Yes, society as a whole is responsible for screwing up the lives of the younger generation. And we’re doing a damn good job of it.

Let me tell you a story. One evening, I was out for a ride through my neighborhood when I saw some kids hanging out. These weren’t just any kids; there was an age gap of about 8 to 10 years between us. As I passed them on my bike, the smell of a cheap cigarette hit me like a punch to the face. I stopped, turned my bike around, and saw one of them trying to hide. The others bolted like deer caught in headlights, but one kid stayed back. He was barely a teenager, maybe 9 or 10 years younger than me.

He looked at me with panic in his eyes and said, “Bro, please don’t tell my parents (Chetta, veettil parayallu, please).” I told him to leave and warned him not to touch cigarettes again until he turned 18. Yes, I know it’s still wrong, but what else could I do? If I told his parents, they’d scold him for sure. But here’s the irony: his father comes home every night drunk and yells at him, claiming to show him the “right path.” His brother isn’t any better, doing the exact same thing. The only one genuinely worried is his mother, but her tears don’t change a thing.

And here’s the kicker – these so-called “role models” have no right to scold the boy. Why? Because he’s just mimicking what he sees every single day. Monkey see, monkey do, right?

So why are we pointing fingers at the younger generation when they’re simply walking down the path paved by their elders? Childhood is supposed to be filled with beautiful memories, games, friendships, and genuine happiness. Instead, we’re turning it into a nightmare. I didn’t have a “normal” childhood – I stayed home, became a recluse, and molded myself into someone I don’t particularly like. But this isn’t about me. It’s about giving kids a chance to truly enjoy their childhood because once adulthood hits, those carefree days are gone forever.

Parents, it starts with you. If you want your child to walk the right path, lead by example. Don’t be the drunk father yelling life lessons, or the hypocritical sibling sneaking a cigarette. Be someone they can look up to, someone they’re proud to emulate.

And society? Stop playing games with the future of these kids. Before you judge or scold a child, ask yourself: Do I have the right to say this? Am I living the example I want them to follow? Because if the answer is no, you’re part of the problem. Let’s stop ruining childhoods and start creating a world where kids can actually be kids.

The younger generation isn’t hopeless; they’re just following the blueprint we’ve handed them. And honestly, it’s a pretty crappy blueprint. It’s time to tear it up and start fresh.

Alcohol and cigarettes aren’t the root cause; they’re just symptoms of a deeper problem – the lack of accountability in our society. We prioritize quick fixes over genuine solutions and then act surprised when things go south. Let’s break the cycle. Let’s stop selling false dreams to our children and instead, build a society where they can dream freely.

So, next time you lift that glass of whiskey or light up a cigarette, think about who’s watching. Because whether you realize it or not, the next generation is taking notes. And they’re not just copying our habits; they’re inheriting our failures. The question is, what kind of legacy do you want to leave behind? It’s high time we took responsibility for the bloody mess we’ve created. Because if we don’t, who will?