- kids who attempt or committed a suicide - kids who run away from home (doesn't matter for what) - kids who are never taught about how to be polite, considerate or respectful - kids who don't study, drop out of school - kids who kill or hurt others or themselves - kids who get abused by others (parents do get an opportunity to train the kids about how to face such situations)
- kids who turn obese or don't care for their diet or living style
As you'd probably imagine, the list continues.
Some of the things that I don't understand are:
When a parent does not have time to do things, such as having a meal on time, for themselves, why would they even choose to have kids in the first place and ruin another human being's life by doing so by not paying enough attention to them?
For owning a gun you need license because the gun has a power to hurt or kill someone. For a drivers license, the same rule applies as you as a driver have an ability to misuse the power of driving. Shouldn't the same be applicable to a child? That kid would have a power to hurt or kill someone, if not trained correctly.
Even a thing such as a marriage needs a license, then why not parenting?
And why do so many others need to suffer from bad parenting of one/two people?
So why aren't there rules or licensing for parenting?
So as recently as three months ago, I heard these stories
and totally loved the moral that was behind them. They’re probably from some
scriptures but I don’t know about that.
Once there were three rishi kumars (sons of a saint)
who lived near a riverbank. They were very religious and did no harm to other
living things. Every morning, they woke up early and came to the river to
bathe. While they bathed, because of their righteous characters, their fresh clothes
would hang all by themselves in the air without a line. This is how it had
been. One day, while they were bathing in the river, a frog jumped out from the
river and an eagle flying over saw the frog. As is the nature of a flying eagle,
it dived down to catch its prey. The frog didn’t have a chance to jump back in
the water. And all of a sudden, two sets of clothes that were hanging in the
air, fell on the sandy riverbank. Three kumars looked at each other. As
they came out and got dressed, they started talking about this strange
incident. With quite a surprise, first one, whose clothes had fallen on sand, said,
“I wonder what just happened.” Second one, surprised too, said the same thing.
Third one asked them both, “so what were you thinking when the eagle attacked
the frog?” The first one said, “I wished for the eagle to not attack the frog. Watching
that poor frog struggle in the eagle’s claws was so sad.” The second one said, “I
wished for the eagle to catch the frog. It had been circling the skies since so
long, it must have been so hungry. I’m glad the eagle finally found some food
in form of the frog.” They both then asked the third as to what he thought. Third
one said, “it’s not for me to decide whether something is good or bad. I was
just an observer of the incident and it was out of my control to stop the
actions of either of them so I let the situation be and moved on with what I
was doing.” All three of them now knew why the clothes of the third rishi
kumar stayed hanging in the air without support.
Once upon a time, there lived a courtesan at the edge of a
forest. Right across of her house, lived a sage. Everyday, completely different
kinds of people visited both of these houses. The courtesan respected the sage
for who he was and treated him so. The sage being the saatvik (of having
pure nature) person he was, couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, and sometimes
even detested her when he got tired of having her as a neighbor. Years and
decades passed like this. The courtesan wished for her life to be like of the sage
and the sage, along with trying to live his life normally, kept on thinking of
the bad things in the courtesan’s life. When their lives came to an end, and
they had to go to the better worlds, the sage was being taken to hell, and the
courtesan to heaven. And the reasons happened to be, that the sage, still being the simple
and pure person he was, could never stop thinking of the negatives in others’
lives and the courtesan, being the person who she was by profession, could only
think of the positives in the lives of others around her.
Both of these stories made me think. Think about how one
should be thinking about others and not judging anyone. May be none of these principles/ways
of life are practical and none of them could be applied in today’s life. I don’t know. It reminded me of a scene from Lagaan. These Hindi movies
have so many levels. Don’t they? It reminded me of the scene where Bhuvan, Guran,
Bagha, and Tipu are watching the match played by the English cricketers from
behind the bushes, and trying to learn the game. Elizabeth
finds them sneaking around, and walks over to meet them offering to teach them
the rules. The fly-in-the-beard incident happens, and then introductions start
between them. She says, “my name is Elizabeth.”
To this, Bhuvan says “Eli aur ka? …naam lo to sasuri jeebh tedhi ho jaaye…”,
and Guran adds, “achha naam hai, jo bhi hai achha hai (whatever it is, is good).” This is the
dialog that stuck. That's where the title of the post comes from. I just couldn’t help, but kept going back to it at numerous incidents in life. And new year 2012 was around the corner. I stopped making resolutions since a few years but thought of developing this as a habit. Whether it will happen as often as I'd like or whether it will stick, I don't know. Lets see. Trying to apply the morals of the two stories above and this attitude to life. It’s hard, but not
impossible. Practice, that too gradual, is definitely an option. Hoping this one sticks!