During my Ph.D. days, I wrote extensively for the "New Indian Express", and later for the "Newstime" of the "Eenadu" group. Though I did get by-lines on the front page, mostly I wrote for the Features' Desk.
It was thus that I got in to contact with this species called 'child prodigies'. For the "New Indian Express", during the Children's Film Festival, I had to interview this child artist, for instance. It turned out to be quite a coup because the very next day, she was awarded the best actor award.
The girl was a curious combination of a tiny body and a cool, conscious, calculating brain, absolutely adult. She knew what answers to 'provide' how. Why, she had asked for questions in advance! She was perfectly aware of her star status. My desk editor had to pull strings to get her to talk! I was not sure whether her 'interview' performance was a put-on act. Had she already learned the tricks of the trade! She even ignored us in style once the award was announced, though my write-up in a major newspaper sure might have strengthened her candidature!
I found her mother equally puzzling. She did not seem to mind the objectification of her daughter. Though she, too, did make the correct, the right noises about studies, about accompanying her daughter, about childhood, et al, pretty naked was her lust for the star dust!
I met another such ambitious mom when I had to cover the sensational news, a three year old who could point out some hundred different car models, of course, as pictures or in the toy versions. I still remember how the kid was getting downright irritated, fidgety, sleepy; may be, because his memory must have been thus paraded very many times!
One such midget started singing a horrible 'lavani' when he got to know I am a Marathi! Never ever have I been more embarassed. Yes, slightly more tolerable were the scholar types who had aced some science exhibition or some international Olympiad, et al. There was some solid concrete base from within. It was not all parade, unlike the performing 'artists'.
Yes, it is but natural that a parent is proud of the prodigy. Sure, he/she must be encouraged. Very many opportunities must be made available. Yet, far far more important is protecting the child, the innocence, and ah, yes, the talent. Is not it necessary that the talent grows in a supple way, like a plant? Why make it in to artificial manured and manicured showpiece, competing in the big bad show'biz' arena?!?
Pratima@ I can never pity enough the pint sized 'stars' of the dance shows on various channels. Sick appears the sexualisation of a tiny body gyrating to the vulgarest moves of the atrocious Bollywood songs. Hopefully they do not know/understand what the horrible moves mean! How different is such ugliness from child abuse? Any wonder, there are weirdos ill-treating kids!?! Some Lolita syndrome!
Quote of the day: "The 'Lolita Syndrome' is not a psychological aberration confined to a few perverted men; it is a cultural disease that affects us all, shaping how women are viewed and how girls are taught to view themselves, " asserts Alissa Quart.
Word of the day: prodigy A prodigy is a child who is unusually good at something.