P.S.: This was a post which I found in my draft dated 28th Jan 2016. It’s been more than 2 and a half years that I did not post it. But, I wanted to post it because I can still feel the rush of emotions whenever someone close to me is sick or hurt and I am helpless to do anything worthy for them. Hope things are fine with everyone. See you! This post’s song is Come Alive again by Pacman. For motivational videos, check out my YouTube channel, Darshith Badiyani(new videos coming soon). And, I will be going to home in October so then I can hug my Mother India 😀
When a child is born, everybody loves her. The mother loves her the most.
I am considering, she’s a girl. You can think of her as a boy too. But, there’s a reason why I chose the child to be a girl. The parents carry her in their arms. Shows her the world. Gives her candies and all the love. They think she is learning by seeing the world and will remember what all she sees in her childhood.
But, she seldom remembers because she was a kid after all. The parents were doing all this so that when she grows up and leaves them alone in search of a job or pursue studies or get married, the parents will remember that they did such and such things for her. They will have tears in their eyes and unending love for their child. She will be unaware of all this. She didn’t remember things when she was a kid and she won’t be able to know when she grows up because she won’t be there with them.
But then, this is how it is. A child is born, she’s adored, she grows up, she moves out, parents live with memories. So, the incident when the parents are holding the kid in their arms and showing the moon and the stars and the vehicles on the roads, at that moment, all they want is to see that FANTASTIC smile on the kid’s face. Seldom they realize that those memories will stay with them longer than their kids.
And when the kids are all grown and independent(almost), parents hide their same emotional side fearing that the kids won’t like it and the kids hide because they think their parents won’t like(or sometimes ego issues like WHY SHALL I SAY FIRST?) and just like that one of the awesome relation on Earth is killed.
Stop reading this blog! STOP! Go, call your parent and talk to them, tell them how much you love them, how much you miss them. It’s now! Then come and like/comment here 😉
This post is inspired from the below Quora post –
Q : What is the deepest conversation you’ve ever had with someone?
A : When I was living in a hostel, my mom used to call me daily and we used to have this same 2 minute conversation.
Mom: Beta! How are you?
Me: I’m good.
Mom: Everything’s fine there?
Me: Yes.
Mom: You had your Dinner?
Me: Yes, Mom!
Mom: Anything else?
Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Mom: Good Night!
Me: Good Night!
Short conversation, right? Din’t find anything deep in it, did you? I don’t think most of you would have. But this is what she always meant.
Mom: Beta! How are you?
(I know you must be bored of this question by now, but me and your dad are always worried about you. Just listening to your voice everyday is an assurance for us)
Me: I’m good.
(It’s not easy. Its not exactly like home, but I’m managing somehow. I have my own ups and downs but don’t want to bother you and dad with this stuff)
Mom: Everything’s fine there?
(I know you’ll say yes, but your voice betrays you. I can feel you’re not okay. Something’s bothering you, but I also know that you won’t reveal unless you want to. And If I press it, you might get agitated. We just hope you’ll let us know. We’re always there for you)
Me: Yes, Mom!
(You might have sensed it already, but you know I can’t open up. I hope you don’t force it. I’ll handle it myself)
Mom: You had your Dinner?
(Another stupid question, right? But you don’t realize that even a small stupid detail about you is important for me. I hope you actually ate and won’t just say yes so that I feel good. I know you don’t like your mess food)
Me: Yes, Mom!
(Mess food sucks. I really miss home food. I am tired of eating mess food as well as outside food. Anyways, mess is already closed. I’ll go to canteen today again)
Mom: Anything else?
(Tell me if I can help you out, or atleast make you feel better by listening to you. I’m confident that you’re capable enough to handle any situation, but this is the least I can do for you)
Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
(I wish i could tell you. But I need to take care of this myself.
Mom: Good Night!
(I love you beta)
Me: Good Night!
(Love you too, Mom)
Love your parents. Love anyone and everyone. Love without any reason. Love is powerful. So, love yourself first. Love is unequivocal. But still, feel and smile.
P.S.: Yeah! It was powerful. To make you feel better, go listen to Crawling back to you of Backstreet boys! Or, you can go ahead and check this video as a solo-traveler 😉
If you’re a daughter or a son, then please read along.
I won’t boast myself as a good, obedient son of my parents. Why I say this is because I have not lived my life as they wanted. I have spoken back to them. I have tried to make them see my point of view even though my view was hazy & blurred. I have disappointed them as a whole.
I have scored bad reputation points in the main phases of life. But, I have made sure that I score good reputation points in normal/ordinary scenarios.
I would proudly say that my parents have imparted good knowledge & behavior into me. Yes, I am proud of that! But I haven’t learned ALL of those from them. I have learned some of those from books, from my friends, and from the parents of my friends.
I love to learn. I love to see life in every tiny situation. My mother(Mumma) & I have a custom of going to a temple walking once in a while. That temple is 7 km away from our home. We walk to the temple & chant God’s name during the walk. FYI, I loved the movie ‘The Walk‘ & it helped me make vlogs for AtoZ challenge. Check them on my new YouTube channel, Darshith Badiyani(I know I gotta name it something relatable. but for now, this is all I got).
Some background knowledge would be appreciated by all. So, about Mumma, she is a typical Indian lady. She’s obedient to her husband and makes sure her kids are independent & well fed & well learned. She has taught numerous lessons to 3 of us(my sisters & me).
Mumma was a victim of domestic violence. To know more, read Fist fight. I hope it has stopped but then anger is something, which can invade our happy space within a jiffy.
Whenever I see my mother, I remember a quote, ‘This world has not turned bad because of the rising of the bad people but because of the silence of the good people.’
I always try to make Mumma realize this that she has to speak up. She remains silent in scenarios where she should speak, where she should shout, where she should wake everybody up with her shrieks. Yet she chooses to remain silent. She still does the same. I feel bad. I feel vulnerable. But, then I think of how she feels & I feel numb.
So, back to the present. Some weather updates, okay? There is a high alert in Orissa of a cyclone. So the weather remains unpredictable and classy. We were on the way to the temple, walking.
The uncertain weather showed it’s true face(winds blowing, trees doing the to-&-fro dance violently) & Mumma holds my arm. I was shocked. More shocked by the fact that Mumma was holding my arm with both her hands. I could sense her fear. I could feel her tremble. Truly speaking, I haven’t held the arm/hand of any girl publicly, even though I had a girlfriend once. So, this new public attachment was something new & alien to me.
I held Mumma’s hands. We walked ahead chanting God’s name. I felt confident to make her feel calm. I was scared, yes, but I had to act as if I was in control so that she can feel okay and seeing her feel okay, I can feel okay too. So, I knew this is a trick. A game played by nature to make me aware of how fearful my Mumma’s heart is. She’s yet vulnerable. But then we(all 3 of us) have to support her.
That walk was crucial to me. I learned things. I was chanting but my mind was wandering to the range of emotions we feel. Some emotions make a permanent place within us. We feel it & it feels us too. It becomes a parasite. It feeds on us. It becomes powerful each time the host feels it.
I knew all this but that walk made me feel it. I can’t describe how confusing & wonderful thing life is. It all depends on us how and what we make of it.
Right now, my life is all chaos but then I am ready to face anything & everything that comes along. I may fail, but I would have tried. I would have given my best.
My opinions & thoughts might change/evolve with the passage of time but this post is what I feel & know as of now.
Smiles here & Smiles there 