Materialistic flattery in vain

She offered her whole life in dedication to the upbringing and well being of her family. Now you feel
that what you are about to read is the same old lament of a housewife. No, your are wrong, continue
and find out.
Son – what the hell is this mother, cant you just let somethings be. Cant you just let my wife be the way
she wants to be. What do you want? You cannot cook lunch and dinner for us. Fine we will find a maid
to do that for you. Is that it? What else do you want? What is all this daily problem of you both? Why
cant we just live in peace. It was far better than when you were at our native place.
Daughter in law – and above all, why do you have to tell every bit of what is happening in our family to
your daughters? What are they going to do? Are they going to help us in any way? Nowadays your son is
also not earning enough. All the money that is being spent on our marriage loans and carrying on the
household chores is being drained out of my account and still I have to hear all this. The so lots of money
that you give to you daughters when they come evey time at our place, have you ever thought where
does it comes from? We are giving it. Now what else do you want of me mother-in law? I go out to work
and earn money isnt that enough for you? Why do you even expect me to come to kitchen. Doing all the
household chores will be my choice and I wont be forced to work and I don’t want to hear anything
about this anymore otherwise I’ll leave this house and you and your son may live happily ever after. I
think then will you remain happy.
Mother (sobbing in deep pain after listening all this) – son I don’t want anything other than your
happiness, if you are happy in the way you want me to live, I will change my ways and live according to
you both. I promise!
Son – again a melodrama has started. Why do you have to do all this? And why are my sisters are
getting involved in our house soo much?
Mother- sorry son…
Son (interrupting) – if you are not happy here, we send you back to our native place.
Mother (sobbing and crying) – no son. I am more than happy here, I wont go back there, I will live the
way you want me to. I am sorry.
Mother leaves and talks to her sister on phone - … I told them, I will change according to them. But now
nothing is the same good and happy as it used to be. (cries) no one talks to me, not even my own son.
(sobs) nothing hurts me more than what have I done to my sons happiness, nowadays he just comes and
goes, all his playfullness and smiling face have gone. I don’t find my this behaviour apt. I think I was the
one who was wrong. We have a lot of money but I tell you money cannot buy everything. There is an
abominable lull at our place and that will kill me mentally someday, if I am like this what effects will it be
having on my son, after work that he comes, he needs to rest, but I don’t offer him an atmosphere good
enough to. I will do the needfull.

Now if you ponder on the above conversation you will find that being the very rich family and having
nothing to be unhappy for. All they needed was a liitle bit of understanding that would have solved such
a trivial matter. Nothing in the family is big till we understand that we are all different humans and
differences of interest are boung to occur but, cant we just sit and talk it through? Is it so difficult to do
that? And is fighting and saying bad words the only way out? Just think and comment you views.

Ability to never give up

What a day it is? Won't you say this? And when saying this, aren’t you loving the day in spite of all the
despair that you carry inside you. You may be angry or filled with angst, you may have an intense
emotion in you telling to stop, but do you? We all continue living, and tell me is that continuity, not in
itself the biggest sign of love. Yes, the love that you hold in yourself for your soul. The very existence of
this universe lies in loving and being loved. So what are we doing since the beginning of our tenure
here? We are a loving day in and day out. And the day we stop, we cease to exist, physically or mentally.
But I tell you in doing that also, we are loving ourselves in some of the other ways. With our death, this
emotion dies. But with every breath we are taking in, we are promising ourselves to love ourselves till
we do exist. If we die out mentally, as they say, we are again in this deep emotion called to love with
ourselves, by hiding from the world to not enter into an alliance that may in near future, as we already
have made our mind, will surely cause agony.
In short, we cannot in any way stop loving, the whole world evolved on this very emotional and still
revolves around the same feeling. We may not love others, but in doing that also we are secretly loving
ourselves. Love never leaves us, neither can we leave it. We are humans and we are different for the
emotions that we carry in us, they may be for us or for our fellow beings. In any way, we are never weary
of love. So I would actually ask you, what will you call love? Is it the ability or the inability?
I think by now you may have got your answer, that it is actually the inbuilt ability of yours to never give
up. It may be not giving up on ourselves or on others. In most cases, we are in love at least with
ourselves.
What is an inability? Are you actually unable to do anything? If you think clearly and pragmatically, there is
exactly nothing you cannot do so at least yourself. To just get the emotion of love, I think that’s near to
nothing, it's like a bird sitting in front of food grain and calling it an impossible task to eat it. It's actually
naïve to think love as an impossible emotion to achieve. It actually is inherited, the way you do to your
siblings, the way you do to your mother, your father and your close neighbors and relatives, it just
comes in you because you are related, now it may change its intensity in the course of time but still its
there and it will again come into play for your better someone and her family members when you marry
her. It is a legacy that you will again pass on to your children and they will to their children and so on.
And in telling this I should add that, this you will do with proud. So tell me now, an emotion that you so
proudly pass on and do to your fellow beings, how can it be an inability?
All that is said above applies to your special someone also. It is all in you, you are the master. You can
and you only cannot. But to never give up on someone, is surely an ability of yours, not an inability. How
are you unable to do something you are born with or that which is in you from always. Love of any kind
can never be judged as an inability, let us not in any way try to belittle this emotion, so pure, and holding
a sign which can be measured on the Richter scale of human survival.