We don’t love our mothers…

Through thick and thin, through highs and lows, the only thing that works for us is the fact Bondthat everything comes to an end, but not for her. She literally follows the same redundant routine day and night for many years. Without complaining, she bears every pain even beyond an average human’s threshold. While we whine about early office hours and lack of sleep, she wakes up before everyone even on a Sunday. I can go out to break the monotony, but she always sticks around awaiting everyone’s attention and yet doesn’t complain if no one bothers to return her calls! Continue reading

There is no man called an Average Man

 

For the past many years…

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perhaps since my birth, I have heard, seen and believed that few are the people who are men of wisdom, courage and the list of heroic adjectives continues…

These are some characteristics which make them ‘shine’, an ensemble of special skills which makes them unique and hence, grants them the title of a ‘Legend’. So what my mind learnt was that ‘These people are special….and I’m perhaps ordinary’.

Yesterday,  I was at a wedding, a simple, clean and Pakistanish wedding… It was plain and there was nothing extravagant to share about it. I was bored and as my gibberish thoughts jumped and swindled from one to another, but then I noticed something which soaked up my energies. Continue reading

When We Betray….

We all have mothers who say “ Mera Bacha Mere Jigar ka Tukra”. I always interpret this as ‘for a mother, a child will always be a part of their soul and body’. They feel innately connected to their children! So that when the child is in pain, the mother suffers. When he is in joy, the mother is in bliss. What a creature a mother is! A creature who loves us unconditionally and bears with our inanities without even complaining.

But what happens when we betray this loving creature? We know that we are connected to her forever so when we try to betray her, what happens?

Imagine a part of your body…let it be your hands or your feet, they try to betray you. When they perform the act of betrayal….what happens to your body? The body tears apart! The betrayer breaks away your body and tears it into pieces. Splashes of blood and pain everywhere…the betrayer becomes numb and soul-less after the betrayal. But the body, it keeps on feeling the pain of that brutal act. The pain keeps on lingering forever…till the body perishes.

Analogous to the betrayal of the body, is the infidelity of relationships. When two souls are connected like that of a mother and a child, betrayal leads to a eternal pain which lingers on forever. Just as we know what our body is doing, the connected soul knows that the other is on the path of treachery.

But they remain silent, may be they are too weak to face the truth or perhaps they have faith that their loved ones won’t go wrong.

These misconceptions and blind trust leads most of us to the suffering, which never diminishes. Yet, the love in the universe goes on….mothers keep on loving their children & children keep on breaking their trust….Yet the cycle never breaks….

The only way to break this cycle of infidelity is to strengthen the betrayed. Strengthen them to face the truth before it leaves an imprint of pain. And to remind the betrayers that they can deceive their loved ones, but their deeds will get back to them when it will hurt them the most!

Precious!

A Saturday afternoon, sometimes leaves one with a lot to ponder and deliberate about. Deliberate about those thoughts which were buried in the sub conscious or the relations which were always taken for granted. Deliberate about the shackles which were never felt or the imprisonment that was imposed without a prison!
This Saturday gave me a lot to muse as well, as I made a cup of coffee to sip during my utter boredom. I smiled, laughed, cried and even talked to myself without realizing about the hours that passed by. The moments spent with myself, gave me a lot to criticize and praise about my own existence. My life, just an ordinary piece of story suddenly seemed astounding to me. Amazed by my own emotions and passions, I comprehended my life as a tale not too meaningless!
What is it that gives meaning to it? Is it the motion which keeps me going or the passion to keep discovering?
These questions occasionally get answered when you dig the subconscious concealed by the apparently rational conscious. When you forget to sip the coffee you made out of ultimate boredom or forget what to write with your hands on the keyboard, it’s the time when the subconscious takes over. Though people criticize Freud, but my staunch support for the subconscious will never be withered.
Moving on with my self-discovery moments, yes I discovered a lot. A lot of queries, thoughts came up but when I closed my eyes nothing else but a figure came to my mind. The imprint was so strong that I could draw it even with my closed eyes. Who was it who gave meaning to my life and kept my soul alive? Was it an angel or an average person?
As the imprint grew stronger, I started to recognize the facial features. The features of an angel camouflaged in a human body. It was she, the one who has always wrapped me in her angelic feathers to save me from the abrasions of the world. It was she whose security cushion could get me through the toughest the world has to offer. It was, is and will always be my Mother!
My Ami! The one who kept my soul saved from scattering in the space, who made my life a worthwhile experience and gave meaning to it. I had never thought that it was the sheer existence of Ami which could explain the spirit of life underneath my actions. Each and every moment spent with her is a precious pearl safely treasured by the river of subconscious. The thought of her mere presence can give me the sense of pleasure I can never feel for anything else. When she isn’t around the idea of her charisma can brighten up my day.
I want to achieve a lot of money, career, passion…but all of this is significant only with her magnetic soul. I indeed! Treasure every moment spent with her or spent with the idea of being with her as my life can have an impact only with her existence.

Thus, I treasure all my thoughts connected to my Ami as she is the source of life for my innately dissatisfied soul!