Okay, so I’m going to just come right out and say it — Indian kids annoy me. Let me rephrase that before I get lynched — Indian kids whose parents let them run amok in restaurants, airport lounges, airplanes and movie houses, annoy me. Yeah, yeah. I know we Indians love our children. And what I’m saying is blasphemy is some parts of the country. I run the risk of FIRs and PILs being filed against me. But, I do want to start a group called SPOILT — Silence Parents Of Irritating Little Terrors.

Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against bratty kids per se. It’s their ‘benevolent’, ill bred parents who I’m targetting. So, even if each one of these raucous, rambunctious kids is a pint sized Hells Angel running riot, spewing popcorn all over a multiplex theatre, we will smile beatifically and say, ‘itna pyaara baccha”. He can frighten the goldfish in a mini aquarium, splatter veg chowmein soup over the white safari suited uncle at the next table, And mummy looks proudly at her son and implores, “Dinesh beta… aisa nahin karte… what do you say to uncle?”