Following the precocious Caeserean section performed by 15-year-old Dileepan Raj (which his doting appa now grandly denies after exhibiting a CD), The Telegraph has a telling graphic in today’s edition on our mad obsession for the youngest-this, youngest-that.
Ajay Puri, at 3, became the youngest web designer.
Satvik Bhatt, grandson of Vishwa Mohan Bhatt, could identify 44 Indian ragas and raginis at 40 months.
Agam Shingari of Amritsar was 3 years and 9 months old when he gave his first tabla performance.
Budhia Singh, at 5, ran 65 km between Puri and Bhubaneshwar in seven hours under the scorching May sun.
Chandrashekhar of Thirunelveli became the youngest Microsoft-certified “engineer” at 8.
Kishan Srikanth, at 10, directed the Kannada film “C/o Footpath”.
Rishi Bhatt, at 15, developed an internet security software, and sold it for a little under a million dollars.
Rishith Jhaveri, at 16, became the youngest all-in-one musician. He wrote the lyrics, composed and arranged the music, set the rhythm and the instruments all in four days.
Sure, some of the peaks may have been scaled by the youngsters on their own. And sure, records are for breaking. As Sir Edmund Hillary famously said, he claimed Mount Everest because it was there. But at what price?
How many of the records are prompted by ambitious and publicity-hungry parents who see the chance of their kid getting into the record books as a passport to their own recognition? OTOH, in a competitive world, is it so bad to get a foot in the door even before you can learn to walk?