Over the
evening, on a mundane chore at home, I answered to someone on
the phone. The news shocked me. It stirred a sense of insecurity in me and from
today I am trying to be a better human being. I have done everything that is
required of me as a being to my near and far ones. Death and marriage brings people together
although each one doesn’t stand in other’s eyes.
It is sad
and depressing to have finally come to know that your own blood people have
nothing but hatred for you and your success and happiness burns them
inside-out. I have patiently listened to many a people for some relief in these
times and the most that came out of their opinion was just live your life and
do some savings. I am trying to come to terms with these advices. Just live on
the present, don’t think about the past, and ruin your present.
I am not a
crises guru or an expert relationship advisor but what I have found out to be
is, relationship is directly and inversely proportional to the money you
possess. No one asks about ‘what do you do for a living?’ anymore. All people
are curious is about how much you make at the end of the day. The bottom line
of a successful relationship is money. There is an exception though. If your
relationship is blood, whatever I have opined may not be true. Wait a minute!
This is grudgingly true for in my situation I belong to those heck of beings
who has found a means to measure relationship with figures you have in your
bank account.
I have
undergone a similar ordeal just recently and the pain is perfectly
excruciating. Let there be no relationships whatsoever, no attachments, no
expectations and bonding etc… When one has known the consideration of oneself
in other’s eyes, then you realize how important is that person in your life even
if its blood or beyond blood.
I have lived
for many around me and I will continue to do so. I lead a simple and a happy
life. I meet and cater to whatever expectations that my people have in me. And
yet sometimes when I feel everything is going the way it should be, something
out of the blue creeps in making me question the very foundation and fabric of
relationships, biological of course.
I have made
mistakes, undergone turmoil and have had head aching moments, wept and lamented
over for not being able to make it. I also attended a funeral of a dear one and
realized, in this brief called life, there is no time to indulge and think over
all the past and react to it. That’s why I have made this conclusion (correct
me if I am wrong), a mother’s love also can be biased to her children. This is
my ordeal of the mundane-cy in living for blood and beyond blood.
Beautiful narration and justification la...
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