"One finds love wherever the stream flows in from....."
Its been more than 30 years that my parents are married now.
we are four siblings,two of my sisters are married, not only that but they too have kids now; wonder why am i telling this, to tell that we have grown up and our parents too need to grow up now.
But my parents, i feel, are still strangers to each other, who met at some alienated mind's fair. They don't ever try to understand each other. All they know is respecting their own roots. The daily trivial fights are enough for depressing one of us, letting other to go and open his books so that he is not the next target to be scolded for not studying(at that very moment), making one leave for kitchen and take hold of the next meal. and for me it always remain a question to ponder over, who is the guilty?
Both are at faults to me every time. But i don't know why am i always inclined towards mom, for she is the same sex as i am? or she is weaker, so to say? or is it the fear, of my being in her shoes at some time, for some day i will get married to a person whom i don't know? Who might
turn out to be one kind of my dad is? who can be just fighting over trivial things, though giving me the social respect and honor?
i always learn a lesson from their fights. "i will not do this mistake, which mum did" i tell myself, but what mistake? dad is at fault too. why am i convicting mom even when i am for her? am i letting her and myself down as the rule has been forever for women? it always makes me wonder, why they still have their own such minor issues to fight over than thinking about their children? what have they
bonded over since their marriage? times have changed. they say marriages in earlier days were better, but i feel the other way round. people are smarter now. they learn from their elder's mistakes and don't let their married life get stuck in such minor brawls. they understand their partners better with time and work out to make them their better half. they don't let their egos come between them
and their alter-egos. I believe in the adage that age old bonds were meant for many births to come. But now youngsters understand that its more of living that relationship than to survive it for ages to come.
My family life has made me strong enough that i sometimes stand hard hill in front of a melting heart too. But i later realize that am doing the same mistake that my parents are doing, not understanding the other. our parents have brought us up with all love, but the only love missing is among them. even when they are happy they are not in concert.
Being in hostel, i always yearn to go back home, but since these fights are becoming a daily pastime; its making me love my hostel walls more. i don't even love being in company of friends. i spend time reading books, surfing net, preparing for exams. it has become the best part of me. i enjoy reading stories that show family love, bonding,i know all happy stories are not so true, there is some fiction in them.
so i am now good enough to find out what is actually behind the words, as i know what is behind the relationships. they grow as you want them to, sweet or sour, they grow so. and letting a relation grow sour means letting the other person flow towards the stream which calls him/ her, be it the spiritual, the knowledge, or towards the sinful stream.
Its been more than 30 years that my parents are married now.
we are four siblings,two of my sisters are married, not only that but they too have kids now; wonder why am i telling this, to tell that we have grown up and our parents too need to grow up now.
But my parents, i feel, are still strangers to each other, who met at some alienated mind's fair. They don't ever try to understand each other. All they know is respecting their own roots. The daily trivial fights are enough for depressing one of us, letting other to go and open his books so that he is not the next target to be scolded for not studying(at that very moment), making one leave for kitchen and take hold of the next meal. and for me it always remain a question to ponder over, who is the guilty?
Both are at faults to me every time. But i don't know why am i always inclined towards mom, for she is the same sex as i am? or she is weaker, so to say? or is it the fear, of my being in her shoes at some time, for some day i will get married to a person whom i don't know? Who might
turn out to be one kind of my dad is? who can be just fighting over trivial things, though giving me the social respect and honor?
i always learn a lesson from their fights. "i will not do this mistake, which mum did" i tell myself, but what mistake? dad is at fault too. why am i convicting mom even when i am for her? am i letting her and myself down as the rule has been forever for women? it always makes me wonder, why they still have their own such minor issues to fight over than thinking about their children? what have they
bonded over since their marriage? times have changed. they say marriages in earlier days were better, but i feel the other way round. people are smarter now. they learn from their elder's mistakes and don't let their married life get stuck in such minor brawls. they understand their partners better with time and work out to make them their better half. they don't let their egos come between them
and their alter-egos. I believe in the adage that age old bonds were meant for many births to come. But now youngsters understand that its more of living that relationship than to survive it for ages to come.
My family life has made me strong enough that i sometimes stand hard hill in front of a melting heart too. But i later realize that am doing the same mistake that my parents are doing, not understanding the other. our parents have brought us up with all love, but the only love missing is among them. even when they are happy they are not in concert.
Being in hostel, i always yearn to go back home, but since these fights are becoming a daily pastime; its making me love my hostel walls more. i don't even love being in company of friends. i spend time reading books, surfing net, preparing for exams. it has become the best part of me. i enjoy reading stories that show family love, bonding,i know all happy stories are not so true, there is some fiction in them.
so i am now good enough to find out what is actually behind the words, as i know what is behind the relationships. they grow as you want them to, sweet or sour, they grow so. and letting a relation grow sour means letting the other person flow towards the stream which calls him/ her, be it the spiritual, the knowledge, or towards the sinful stream.
A very candid and sincere write up.. Liked it
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