A tribute to parents

The first happiness we give to our parents is the time when a mom after nine months of pregnancy delivers us to the world. How a couple will have been waiting for a child to call them mum and dad! A mum, as she carries a child in her womb undergoes a vigorous health problem-at times feeling nausea, at times giddiness and at times succumbing to sleepless nights. How painful that frame of time would be, is beyond our insight and realization. The time when a mum struggles to deliver us is not more than the death experience.

When we were small kids, barely able to crawl on the ground, our mum used to watch us and applaud to herself for our growth. When we were thirsty, we just would cry and the mum would understand it. Be it hungry or sick just screaming loud and crying was enough for her to care for us. At time, when she used to be in deep slumber after a heavy day’s work, we would cry and disturb her. She just would sacrifice her sleep and let us suckle her breast. When we would urinate on the bed sheet at night, she used to change it and make us comfortable. Just because of us, our mother had to change her dress every now and then.

We would visit markets and shops holding the hands of our parents. When we wanted to eat something we would point at it and jerk our legs until our demands were met. That moment when we did not have to carry a purse but just ask parents to buy what we saw as we walked through the shop used to be the best one. Those times when we liked to play see-saw or swing, how our father would make them ready for us!

As we grow up into adolescent, we tend to drift away from the reality of life. When our legs and hands are able to function independently, we set out for a journey of our choice. We don’t need our parents much then. Some people want to chase their own dreams. I know there is no harm in chasing our own dreams but what if we go against our parents in an attempt to fulfill our selfish dream?

Mine is a custom where caste system plays a great role. My parents expect me to marry a girl among our won caste. I know, dividing society based on caste is not good. I am not for it but what about our parents who have been waiting for us until today? Is it an acceptable thing to trample the dream and expectations of our parents just for the sake of our desire? I know falling in love isn’t a problem. We could fall in love with anyone. It is a human right. Nonetheless, we will be blessed only when our parents are happy with what we do. Love is blind they say, but we should not be blind for a love. Caste system harms no one until we mind our own business. If we atleast remain alert and try to be better son, I know we will never fall in love with someone our parents would never accept. We will never  be against our parents.