Life goes on and on, whether you like it or not till the day the Lord appointed you to breath your last.
Mind works on and on whether your body is fragile or withered away, till there is the breath in thy nostrils.
Soul searches on and on to gain the perfect image of itself, till it merges into the Greater Being.
Friends come and go... as you do respond to them with all your might and matters.
Family... ? Family is a family only when You live together underr one roof, when the day come the nest become empty, you are no more wanted ... and craved for, because you are no more use to them. Husband and wife live in this India, till the death makes them apart because they have no other go. Financially and socially they are bound and therefore they live like two earthworms eating the dust and digesting it , thinking that is the great work they are doing for themselves.
Knowing all this the man lives in a hope , hoping against the hope, planning, and fantasizing, believing that they are useful to some Tom and Jerry, in one nook and corner of this vast world.
But once you sit back , relax and observe people as in a birds view, and observe the great life stories of the so called popular leaders, achievers, experts, and cine artists, you would see how the life ends at the end.
Life is a tragedy. Because it is death that ends it. However you live, however you are adored , and however you make things terrible / or comfortable for the others, your life ends tragically, good death, bad death, accidental death... whatever be the death, death is death. The heart stops, breathing stops, and brain stops to work. There ends the however be the great life in this world.
Some of us used to think , to be good wife and good mother is all tht needed. Alas!! what a mirth it causes when you sit back and reflect over such roles you played so skillfully. We live as if the husband is all that matter in life. His happiness is our happiness. when he smiles we work in gaiety When he frowns, we depress in our soul, and feels that the sky is falling on our head and runs and runs around as of that little chick in the childhood stories.
From dawn to night we toil hard, hoping and believing that children and husband would give a little smile of thanks to our efforts. Oh that is like asking the moon to come into my lap. They think that its the duty of the wife to work like that. They take granted that mother should sacrifice her life for the sake of the comfort of the children. Even to appriciate the little dainty tasty little dishes on the table takes a lot of happiness from theri minds, for they consider that if they appreciate her, she would become like the frog in the lake making beck beck beck and boast herself.. or she would make that particular dish again and again... Alas again, these assumptions and other makes them the most ungrateful people under the same roof.
As the children grow up and as they do attain greater degrees of academic achievements their mother becomes smaller and smaller in their sight.
They jsut think that she is of no use, in their circles. They think that even to take her out, is a burden, as they call her as an extra luggage, because she cannot move as fast as they can.
They feel asham if she moves freely in their social circles thinking that she is too much for their friends, forgetting that she was the one who led them carefully into the world, and she was the one who taught them the etiquette, . she was the one who spent much for their good looks forgetting her own looks.
Even husband like to appreciate the good qualities of any body else, very fastly recognizing them, encouraging them, but his eyes become blindfolded to see the talents in his own wife.
Once got married, the women's life lost all encouragement, which she used to get from her parents. I think even this is possible only in those homes where there are no male issues. The girl child with her siblings get encouragement from her father to go up in the life ladder.
If son is there, again she faces the gender inequality and suppressed and oppressed in many ways. (80%)
In the homes of the children, the widowed mother is most wanted than the widowed father. Because she would be handy with their little kids. whereas fathers are only another luggage obstructing them to move around. Mother can be useful to wash the vessels, or cook some food, here again she satisfies them only 50% becasue her way of cooking , and the way they ate the dainty dishes at her table in their childhood , become taboos, and poisonous, toxic substances.. She would be a great help to be baby sitter, rather than a mother. Her advice on any topic become out of context and outdated. Her laughter makes them dizzy. Her way of eating and sleeping and everything will be scrutinized in concave lenses, zoomed 500% and under the pretext of caring her health makes her life miserable.
Once she becomes sick, she is more useless than the skin of the banana. If she lives in her home, or in their home the matters worsen her health. They never care about her mental peace, but restrict her not to move or see anything saying that makes things worse. They never allow any one to visist her telling her that they cannot maintain the visitors. Here i remember the movie, "THE BUCKET LIST"....Two terminally ill men escape from a cancer ward and head off on a road trip with a wish list of to-dos before they die.
Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson in The Bucket List ACTED wonderfully,TWO
terminally ill patients discover a rare bond of friendship in the
clinical environs of a hospital room and draw up a `bucket list' of
things they'd like to do, before they hit the bucket. Ordinary. But if
the dying duo includes Jack Nicholson
and Morgan Freeman, the ordinary story gets a dash of extraordinary.
Specially when the two are poles apart and are called upon to play
characters they are adept at essaying.
Jack Nicholson is Jack Nicholson: the irascible, mean, impolite
millionaire who has made his millions, but has no one to share the
bounty with. He's failed miserably in all his relationships, despite
being married four times and having a daughter who hasn't seen him for
years. The only person he can communicate with is his secretary, but he
makes it a point to be offensive with him too. Morgan meanwhile, is so
very Morgan: the gentle giant who may not have the millions, having
spent his life under cars as a mechanic; yet he has family, family
values and faith. Despite their class differences, the two cancer
patients find a camaraderie that sees them sharing some of the most
memorable moments of their lives together, even as they attend to all
the unfinished business before signing off. So you have them sky diving,
Himalaya climbing, Taj wowing, Pyramid gazing....and giving each other
the lessons in life that still remain unlearnt.
A sweet, feel good film about death and friendship, The Bucket List is more about kalakars (actors) than and this picture became my inspiration and guideline if ever I become terminally ill. I want to get medical help only from Govt hospital, or a catholic hospital. not in other hospital. and never at the mercy any one or any body.
In my old age i wish to spend in a Old age home rather than to live and become a stumbling block to any person I am saving something for myself so that in my stormy days, i at least get some thrill in life asin Bucket list. .. I know life is not cinema, but the theme of the picture is awesome. Free soul is all that matter. Free soul cannot be tied up and ruled over, or oppressed. this Picture also has christian message, from Freeman to Nicholson.
This thing I like in English movies, Most of the movies are with a message. a lesson for life. No dances or shouting, stunting,( a lean hero beating /wrestling 50 people ata time, hahaha funny scenes, and vulgar jokes by buffoons of the cine field..)Lady villians, break dances , etc makes most of the Telugu films90% makes the viewers mad dogs, and they behave like that in real life too.
Think what you gained, Think what you loose in your personal relations, Jesus told us only one thing, Love others, cant you love your mother and respect her for what all that she did strive for your comfortable life? cant you remember for all the tears she shed for you in her lonely prayers. Can you get a heart like hers? and can you get a mother like her in this life?
/Read this little story.........
A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his
mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his
car he noticed a young girl
sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the
little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a
cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire
order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his
mother's house.
your presence , your touch , your smile is all that she wants, not your duty-bound- drops -of affection.
Life goes on and on... and Past is becoming Present, what we see in others are seen in us, in our own lives.. we too behave like that.. by the time we realize what is our mistake, the people who were deserved to get our attention leave us.. and they never come back to us, however we regret we cannot talk to them or let them know how sorry we are!!
So Awake, Arise do the needful in time. Let not the Present become the Past. Give time to introspect your inner feelings.. There is a darker side of every being.
