There’s a new trend happening. The emergence of ‘singletons’.
The ones who believe in self. The ones who live for themselves. The “Self” ish
I’cons’ who live by their own rules.
Perhaps it is a natural progression. Or the effects of government
propaganda which began decades ago to curtail population. “We two, ours three”
became “We two, ours two” and then on “One family, one child.”
Somewhere along the way, due to some clerical error, we
forgot that the typical Indian family means father, mother, grand parents,
uncles, aunts, great grand parents, great grand uncles and aunts, their kids,
cousins once, twice and thrice removed and all the in-laws and those outlawed
by the great big Indian family, jointed or disjointed.
Anyway, the singletons are here. And looks like there are
here to stay.
So here we go;
I am my family
I, me, my own self
I have no progeny
Coz’ I am my family.
I am my family
I make my rules, my home, my life
I want no company
Coz’ I am my family
I am my family
I owe it to nobody
I live my life the way I want
I am the family
I am my family
I live life the way I die
Alone in life
And alone in the grave, I’ll lie
With no regrets, after all
I am my family.
