The new generation, I am not talking about the generation next to me or even the one after that, I am pointing out to the generation of kids to any parents. Yes, this new generation, parent's progeny are often impatient and always in a hurry. The older generation, the parents are weak and old. The one who taught us how to walk, we don't have time to take a walk with them. We are busy, earning our money, too occupied in our struggles, in our progeny and network, and myriads of innumerous tasks that are unending. But what is ending every moment is the remains of the youth or energy within our old parents. They keep getting older by seconds. We, the new generation too.
Give a thought, what do they ask? Riches, wealth, car, furniture! No, they just ask for a moment of togetherness with us, they want to smile and laugh with us and only demand attention and respect. The new generation can't even give them this? Is it the upbringing they received? Start this Mother's day with a solemn pledge and a staunch thought to care for the mothers (and fathers) you have neglected, spoken to in high volume and thought them as inexperienced with modern ways of life. They need you, today more than ever!
"At least they are happy", Bibhu Sharma's story!
Image and Video Source: HelpAge India, #WhySupportElders
* I knew I wanted to write about my daughters when I read "Presents" as the prompt at Theme Thursday. Daughters fill hearts with the joy and peace of every season, life long and forever. They are God's invaluable presents like nothing else.
For a valentine who's loved all the year through and even beyond that. Words fail to show love and affection for her, a little effort to tell her she is the best! I am glad this poem is published in the first quarter of 2014, in "Hindi Chetna", a literary publication from Canada. A small gift to mom this Valentine....
I was thinking today (like everyday) of all the things I want and I need to do in my life, all the improvements I need to make in my words/actions/behaviours. Suddenly, I felt the need of a magic wand that I whip and things will be perfect. Wow....ethopia!!!!
While all this was turmoiling in my mind, I realized like very often that I need discipline and routine the most. I am being an ant like I posted in my last month's post, but I am also falling down like an ant. I remembered how my mother used to wake me up in the morning around 4 or 5 for studies, for revisions, for completing my fair copies etc, how she manages the house in one perfect circle from one day to the another and on and on. I remembered how my breakfast was always ready and it was me who used to skip it (now I miss it sooooooo much), how my dresses were always found ironed, how the house was always so clean n organized. Oh my God...I realize it everyday how valueable and priceless are the contributions of our parents in our making.
For one time in my life, I would like to take the place of my mother for my own self. Just this time and this will be my magic wand. If I be my own mother, how discipline, routine and organization will pop in my life as if they were never absent. Yes, if all of us become our mothers to ourselves, we are surely going to achieve all that we want to achieve on the path of our goals.
I love you mamma! Thanks is such a small word for the uncountable sacrifices n efforts you have put in, yet it is a small word to express my feelings.
