Look around carefully. There is a bomb ticking in every home, in every street, in every city. You may not see it, but you will soon feel its explosion.

All of us are watching what is happening in Nepal. A whole nation is burning. Who set it on fire? Gen Z.

They torched their own parliament, luxury hotels, shops, and streets. They chased politicians, beat them, and set fire to everything in sight. But pause for a second—whose country did they burn? Their own. Whose houses are reduced to ashes? Their own. Who will live in that destruction? They themselves.

Such is the wisdom level of this generation. And why did they do it? Because someone snatched away their favorite toy—social media.

Walk through your town or village. Do you see Gen Z with books in their hands? No. You only see them with phones, buried in reels, in endless comedy clips, body-shaming, brainless stand-ups, and shallow content. Thousands of hours of their lives are wasted in consuming garbage, making celebrities out of nobodies.

Now imagine: when that toy is snatched away, how does a pampered child behave? The child screams, throws tantrums, rolls on the floor, kicks, and cries—no matter where he is, whether in a temple, a garden, or a public place. Nothing matters until the toy is back in his hands. That is today’s Gen Z.

But who made them like this? Not just social media. We all did.

Parents pampered them. Society never set boundaries. Schools filled them with information but never with values. Governments allowed billionaires to make money off their addiction. Together, we raised a generation that is arrogant, angry, restless, with no patience, no respect, and no roots.

Our textbooks are museums of our past glory—but kids don’t live in that museum. They live in Instagram, YouTube, Netflix. They don’t wear our clothes. They don’t eat our food. They don’t visit our temples. They don’t read our authors. They don’t breathe our culture. They cheer for Hollywood, not for their own heritage. Their Aadhar card may say “Indian,” but in reality—what country do they belong to?

Ask yourself: if Instagram were a country, and your child had to choose citizenship—would he choose Bharat or Instagram? You know the answer.

From the day they are born, they are fed by hundreds of influences—pootanis in every form—phones, reels, ads, celebrities, fake idols. Did we ever try to save them? No. Instead, we stood aside and clapped while they grew into zombies—disconnected from their own people, their culture, their nation.

*Gen Z has zero respect for their country, its monuments, its history, its festivals, its great people—even for their own parents. And they are not just “* out there.” They are in every house. They are in your neighbor’s house. They are in your house.

Nepal is not far away. Nepal is here. Inside your home. Inside your family. Inside your child. The time bomb is ticking.

How long will you wait before you act? How long before you wake up to the war that is already here—not with guns and tanks, but with phones, reels, and values destroyed?

The question is not whether Nepal can be saved. The question is—can you save your own home before it explodes?
 

Something serious to ponder about!

By - Rohith Chakrateertha

* This story courtesy social media via WhatsApp