Imagine when you were born, just imagine what your parents must have felt. Oh we have this little thing is in our hands, something that we just created and even though we created it but just don’t know how!
Those little fingers, those little eyes, yes, they make you go speechless and that little child doesn’t even know what he wants from this world. He doesn’t know that in the future he will have a FB account and is unaware of what pretty or ugly even means. He just exists, breathes and doesn’t even know what it means to breathe. There is a raw soul which if nourished can make him rule the world in the time to come, can make her the biggest diva of her time, can make her an entrepreneur, but all of this depends on the ability of the parents.
I am none of this. What I am today, is someone average. I am probably someone like you, or you, someone who is doing better than the majority of the world but someone who is still not at the top. In the journey of a child’s life parents have the greatest role to play. Don’t you think? Even when the child is there in the womb, they take extreme precautions to safeguard it’s life. Then after she is born, they look at her all needs from food to clothing to making her happy. They slowly then leave her to the best school they can send them to. Leaving them alone for the first time is devastating but they do it anyway. Slowly then, she grows up to be this person who can have independent thoughts. The parents are then so proud of what they did. Really?? Do you think so?! I think that is the time where they take a step back and think, where did we go wrong??!
I wanted to be a designer, a painter or a journalist. My family wanted me to be a doctor. I cried to get it changed and agreed to do an MBA, their second choice of career for me. Now, I wanted to marketing, sales and branding, they wanted me to study finance, accounts and derivatives. I know it sounds really cool to say, “My daughter has done her masters in Finance and derivatives” but hello? Just ask if she is happy, please?
This might just sound like a long tale against my parents who stopped me from being the best designer in the world but I have more to say. There are stories glorified and there are stories that are untold. This is the era of speaking against your parents and doing what you want to do. Their philosophies are old but their hearts are pure. Their ideas are conservative but their aspirations much more.
The truth is that no parents are good parents and the reality is that no parents are bad parents because no matter what they do, we will find something unique in Chintu’s mom and compare her with our mom. No matter what our dad bought for us, we can never stop thinking of the pencil box that Pintu had. Go back to that story of a newly born child, where he doesn’t know what it means to shit and pee but keeps doing that till the time his parents give him, <> the potty training and he realizes that he can’t keep shit deposits in his pants else he can’t walk for long reasons for all reasons you can imagine. (nose gesture)
It is a weird analogy but when your parents give you a piece of their mind, you can’t keep that in your pants as well. If they scold you, forgive them with the points that they earned by staying awake endless nights for you. Whatever they do, it’s just because they care. But do we care?
Do we care when our mom asks us to eat an extra spoonful of ghee or butter, even if you are on a strict diet?
Do we care when our dad asks us to wear an extra jacket when it’s cold even if you think that it would look horrible?
Just FYI, now I am sorted out and have absolutely no grudge against my parents! It’s not because I have come to terms with it but because I know that in their hearts they wish the best for me. Our parents are the first ones to hold our little fingers, so can’t we hold their hands when they wrinkle? Make the most of it. They all fear old age homes, if possible love them when they need you. You know they love you, in fact, all parents love their children but yes, a few respect them and all children respect their parents but a very few forgive them. Do forgive them for the little things that you think they didn’t do right because in your heart, you know that they tried their best.