Living Gods

We often pray to many Gods – for many a reason. But do you really remember the first time you prayed? Just to refresh your memory, your first prayer was when you were born to this earth and reason was to feel the warmth and comfort of your mom.

Many of us don’t realize this, but for me, my parents are my Gods… Yes, they are humans like anyone else, still they love me for what I am, they do forgive when ever I hurt them and they are still willing to do what they can to keep me happy. If I am not wrong, isn’t it the same we expect from our Gods too?

I realized the volume of their love with one incident… It was during my collage days. There was a jaundice outbreak in our collage and many of the students were leaving to their hometown fearing the worst. I some home felt reluctant to leave as I didn’t feel any sort of uneasiness with my health. Days passed by and it came to a situation when our collage was on the verge of a shutdown since the number of absentees were too high.

One fine day during our post lunch session, I felt something really funny about my health. I was feeling kinda dizzy that my eyes were closing off while the lecturer was staring at my face J As one hour passed, I couldn’t hang on anymore and I decided to call it a day and head for home… I gathered my stuff still feeling the unusual tiredness and somehow managed to drag myself to the buss station. I couldn’t stand anymore and I sat down on the floor till the bus arrived. Once reaching my village bus stop, I felt as if I would fall down and struggled my way up to my home. After a quick snack I went to bed telling mom that I am not feeling well and won’t be joining them for dinner.

Next day when I woke up, I just realized that I hardly have any strength to even stand up and while passing my urine I just noticed the coloration and soon informed my mom who is a retired nurse. With a pale look in her face she just told me “Son, I afraid you’ve got jaundice” We arranged a taxi and reached hospital in a flash just to realize that it has reached advanced stage and because of a strange condition of my lever, the symptoms were not shown early enough. My parents frantically looked out for a better hospital and they finally managed to ship me to PVS Hospital Kochin which is a best in our state for Gastro-Entrology. The doctors could only give my parents a 50:50 chance for my survival and from there onwards, I haven’t seen my parents without tears in their eyes for two weeks… They were doing anything which is possible by a human being to keep me happy.

One such incident is when I told them that I feel like eating Chapathi with Egg Curry. I didn’t realize that the same day there was a strike going on and almost all the shops were closed in the town… still, my dad being a heart patient, walked almost 4 miles to get me the stuff and this time it was my eyes which was filled with tears … By God’s grace – which I am sure was granted due to my parent’s prayer, I got out without any permanent damage with the help of Ayurveda, and from then till now, I have made a conscious effort o keep them happy and have succeeded to an extend J

Many a times, we tend to forget what our parents have done for us and tend to ignore them as we wade through our busy life and suddenly one day you realize – especially when we become a parent – that how much they have sacrificed for your happiness and well being. But many a times it will be too late by then… that you won’t be able to tell them that “Mom, Dad I love you…” That’s my Dad and Mom in the picture, and I thank GOD for giving my the biggest gift I could ever have… though I am not worthy of it… the living GOD’s - my parents!!

Shame on you Mumbai!

I couldn’t just believe my eyes when most of the prime news channels of India aired the horrific scenes of two young gals being molested by a mob of hooligans at New Year night. This is when the cops where just located a few hundred meters away. Looking at the photographs shown, my first reaction was “what the hell…” and then it became more of a curiosity to think what might have made this gentle looking faces to do such a heinous act of sexual frustration. I just don’t believe that the effect of alcohol might have made them do it. Why didn’t they go and attack a police station instead if that was the case? They knew the gals were outnumbered and they had their plans cut out.

In one of my earlier blog, I have mentioned the importance of sexual education at a young age, which even now our government is not willing to implement, putting the blame on parties like BJP, VHP who think themselves as the “culture police”. Where were these guys when the dignity of these helpless gals taken for a ride? If one would’ve been educated well enough on sex, I am sure they would also know how to respect it.

Most of our young generation is enclosed in a frame which the society has set for them. It is almost impossible and unrealistic to think that they adhere to the rules even when it would look from outside that they are. In my young age, the only access to porno was video cassettes which were rarely available in remote locations in the city. Now, with just a click of a button you could get it from Internet and easily available CD’s. Most of the music video’s being aired often resembles the sex positions mentioned in the famous book of Kamasutra.

My point is, our young generations watch a lot, most often the disfigured versions, and they get more frustrated as there is no medium to let it go. It’s high time we re-draw the line of control and take correct steps. It might not come from top; instead we can start it from our home.
And No, it doesn’t mean that I am perfect by any means. I used to watch porno and I have my shares of fantasies and is still kinky when it comes to sex. But I will never let it rule me, neither would I ever attack a woman to let my sexual frustration go. For those who don’t know me, I have a fantastic wife and a cute little daughter… so I speak from experience… lolls…thanks for reading.