Miserable 
journey  of boy to old man
By
P.R.Ramachander
(Based on  the Tamil
write up of  Padmanabhan Krishnamurthy. Thanks
to him. True.It is slight exaggeration 
and very male centric  .Excuse me
for that)  
When a boy   is
born  , sweets are exchanged,
And every one 
fondles    him and his mother  cherishes him,
He would   be like
an unchained    bird till  he attains age  of ten,
And his story after that 
is full of burden and tragedy.
When he is in high school, parents   warn him 
,
That if he does not study well , he will not  get seat in college,
And once he is admitted in college   they 
warn him hourly,
Unless  he studies
well, he will not get  admission in
engineering.
After   he
struggles   and   gets admission in engineering,
They  keep on  reminding him, that , he has taken a loan to
study,
And unless  he
gets   a good job, he would  not be able to clear  the loan,
Would not be able to help family  in marrying off his   sister and so on and on.
Then  after  getting a job, living in a    hopeless PG, always worried,
About burden of parents  
and  for helping them fulfil  their dreams,
Taking meals in a way side hotel,  travelling in 
a rocking rickety bus,
And   putting on a
smiling face   before   his parents, they  spend their time.
By the time he  
repays the loan and sees   to it
that   sister  is married,
The  parents , get   worried that  
, their son is suffering alone  
and,
Arrange a  marriage
for him    and show off  before their bride’s family,
That  they are also
rich, by making   the boy   apply for a loan from his   office.
Suppose  
after  marriage  , he 
shows love   to his   wife 
,
His family  will
say  , that  he has fallen   in her net 
strongly,
But if  he shows a
soft corner  towards  his own parents,
This wife will cry that ,they are  everything  
and she is nothing for him.
He is not supposed to tell   his  
wife  about problems in office,
And he is not at all supposed  to tell about   the volcanoes   at home,
To anyone outside 
and supposed   to bend and
adjust   in both places,
And   he is also
suppose   to  be  a social  human being in love with his relatives .
After   the
initial   life  of love  
becomes  a dream and a sore
torture,
After   every time 
laughing   when mentally   tortured 
by wife as well  as parents,
After   trying  to obey the wife  , after 
trying   to look after  his parents,
Getting bad name 
from both   from wife  as well as parents, he becomes a lunatic of
sorts.
After  he
becomes   a father  to children 
and  tries  to fulfil,
Their desires too to the extent possible   his wife  
would call him a miser,
And She would  tell
her friends   that   she 
is suffering  , because ,
She has   a 
married to a morose  short
tempered brute, and then also   he should
smile.
Festivals would come  
and he would    struggle and
suffer ,
To get new cloths 
to all his family  members   except of course  himself,
His relatives 
would celebrate  functions like
marriage   and  if he presents,
Some  small
affordable   thing and the whole world  would call him useless.
If one of their 
long term acquaintances   buys a
car  or a house ,
His wife would 
say,” See  those people   who are  
real males  ,
Unlike you, who cannot   
maintain his      family  properly,
I do not know  
what great sin I did in last life 
to become your wife.”
If   he is
strict   and disciplined   with his children , she will say,
That he does not have   
even  a drop of affection to them,
And if    he is not
strict    with them then also she  will say that ,
He does not know how to  
bring up    children at   all.
If his parents  
become very old   and bed
ridden   she will shout,
“Is it my job, 
what have  they    given to me , so  either  
,
Send them to your brother’s home   or old age home,
And if he does , he would be  called a modern day Rakshasa by society.
Whatever   a man
does all his life ,   all blames   would come to him,
And every moment of his life   would be filled with misery and mental
torture,
And  he would
never  understand  , how he deserved  all that,
In spite  of
carrying  the responsibility   of a family  
from birth to death.
 


 
 
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