This is a pick from my conversation yesterday with a young student. He was into a minor dispute with his parents. Who doesn’t rebel against the parents during teenage! atleast in your minds!!! I did that...thousands of times (mostly in mind though)... but this one’s a bit of a straight forward teenager who says “WTF” in front of a teacher (thankfully, not to a teacher), who “bull shit”s all serious things and jumps of the school gates every now & then and doesn’t give a damn to anyone...but yes, he was worried that he would have to “LISTEN TO THE MUSIC” from his parents once he reached back home and he said his mum would yell at him and hate him. LISTEN TO THE MUSIC, a funny phrase for being yelled at... I couldn’t help but smile when he spit that term out. It was new to me. Our gen never used such a term I believe, or atleast I was ignorant of it... I tried to ease him up by saying, ”There would be no parents on earth who would not have yelled at their kids at one point of time or the other and yelling and hating are two different worlds all together. They might yell at you, but it doesn’t mean that they hate you.” and lightly said with a brat like him for a kid any parent would be over-nervous... He smiled and left.
A little later after he left I went back to the memories of my teenage when I would find faults in whatever my parents said, my father who was an ideal man during my childhood looked to me like a statue I was not interested to converse with and my mother who was the most beautiful woman seemed to me like a Khadoos Warden... The most important part of my life then was my friends; everything else was a mess... that was teenage! Yes, my friends are even now the strongest of the pillars for life, but I have grown out of the teenage and now I understand,’If friends are pillars, parents are the foundation’... Now that I have crossed my confused teen state my dad again looks like the perfect man, the most handsome, loving, perfect gentleman and my mother is again the most beautiful queen of my world... I adore them, I love them, I respect them, I appreciate them....I have all good feelings of the world for them now...
And the guy who made me re-realize all this will also surely realize this at some point in future and he will fall in love with his parents all over again...and what he considers as the harsh sounds of trumpets or whatever he meant by “listen to the music” will turn into melodies for his life....and when he turns back, he will see all hatred he was talking about, as showers of love......it happened to me!
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