WE REAP WHAT WE SOW

God cannot be present everywhere and that’s why he made  Mothers, this is an adage that exist even today and I think is followed to a certain extent ,only till such time that we are independent and are on our own. And parents become useless,nagging,and an mere punching bag to us,for all our problems.

Remember the days of our growing up, Mothers were the only soul who stood by us taking all insults and bashing, protecting us from whatever small or big trouble,basking us with praise that we are their treasure and we would defenitely be a pillar of support on whom they can lean in their old age.
Above all, recall how possessive she was /is that she ever believes that her son/daughter CAN NEVER be on the side of injustice.or can never be wrong 

Recall the days when mothers rush to the neighbors/schools/shops etc when something is uttered about their child and so confidently argue, saying you say a thousand thing about my child ,but I know what my child is ,and I believe he/she would not do or act like this.
 Well how many of us give the same credit to our Mother/Father  AND SAY a loud, You say a thousand things about my Mom/Dad, I know about her/him, They are not capable of saying or doing it? Well we would have definitely said like this and stood by them, only till such time that we got married, Because we have passed over the right of certifying our Parents character to our spouses, and at a later stage to our kids

Why? and what make us to erase all the goodness what we received at their behest and throw them and treat them more shabbily than a beggar?

Is it that the feeling of taking care of them once they becomes a dependent on us is seen as a big burden  and as a preventive step we want to keep them away?

Why are we losing our rational thinking process and judgmental powers, which we are so good at when we deal officially,  and so biased when we deal with our parents?

Why  are we not even giving them the minimum respect and love what we are generous to show towards, dogs and  cats, which we deny them.

When we know that every coin has two faces and every part of the story has two narrations, why does it so happen that, the Narration given about our mother/parents  is always true and we pass on the judgment, so very instantaneously, abusing them and accusing them for everything on earth, right from the mistake of bring us to this blessed world .

Well I am remained about a old  widowed lady, who stayed, our next  door, She would have been at least in her seventies, with wrinkled skin covering her skeleton, draped in a 9 yard faded cotton sari blouse less, who was a dependent on her lone son who was supporting his big family. After inheriting his father’s job. The lady was never allowed to enter the house, and her living was mostly restricted to the last door step of their house.

We had never seen her treated with food ,clothing or shelter, But she had a sense of responsibility that as dawn broke, she would set off with a broken bamboo basket to collect cow  dung  that’s littered by stray cows and Buffalo's,

Once the collection was copious she would set off to convert them into cow dung cakes to meet the fuel requirements of the house. So she never wanted to lead a life of uselessness, but her presence or existence was never acknowledged by her son, daughter in law or grand children. She never had a daughter and I don’t know whether life would have been better had she had one or it would have been more horrible

Only rarely when she was either sick or under distress, she would keep Wailing softly calling  out her son’s name or that of her grand children, for a glass of water or coffee. Her son who was naturally hard of hearing, never responded to her cries or might be( he was  turning a deaf ear, as many of us do)She would be encountered by a rude shock, when one of her grandson would emerge and give her two kicks at her butt, and yell Aye Kezavi(old lady)  can’t you keep quite. Why the hell are you wailing?

Pain, topped with humiliation would silence the old lady, who would return to her spot of cow dung heap to be dried in the sun along with the  dung.

What surprised us than, was the silence and non intervention of her son, who never questioned any one for treating his mother so badly , .The man never had any misunderstanding or discord with his family towards, such a shabby treatment meted out to his Mother. We knew that old lady was given a raw deal .and We  IMAGINED OR WOWED THAT our mother/parent would never come across such a situation, FOR WE WERE GOOD CHILDREN AND OUR MOTHER WAS BRINGING US UP WITH VALUES.

Well we have up kept  this principle, only till such time that we did not have  a family of our own, and this Anathema of mistrust and ill treating has become a norm in every family(if any one screams and say no I do not fall in this category, He or she would be the biggest hypocrite).

We really do not  know when this genesis  has sprouted to treat our own people so were shabbily and  clue less about how this anemia can be rooted  out,Any way let us stand by the principle Every body’s  Dignity is to be given due respect, when we cannot give our Parents dignity to live, Let us atleast extend the courtesy of allowing them to die in peace

After all every child/son/daughter, daughter in law  today are either fathers and mother now or are going to be  Fathers and Mothers of tomorrow, Awaiting to be served with the same serving and to  reap what  we have sowed