How sad! Haircuts. Drugs. Shall we also add thuggery?
If my husband and son had cut their hair and shaved their faces, they would likely have been able to survive Delhi '84. We could have run and gotten away. We chose not to, knowing full well what it meant. This was a family decision; I was part of it.
This 'need' to fit in seems to me to be sad, weak and disgusting. Shall I now trade in my kara for a diamond tennis bracelet? After all, some people I know think a kara is cheap and ugly. I feel no need to explain to them the real cost and beauty.
I was always taught that to be a Sikh meant a commitment to be strong and to stand up for what is right and to never, ever give in to injustice - even if that meant to die.
We should ask ourselves why our children are acting so cowardly - let's call it what it is - and do what we can to teach them to be the strong young men and women they should, and can, be.
Please excuse me for speaking in personal terms, but to me, 'I' carries more conviction than 'they.'