SHADOW

Sitting today and reflecting back to my childhood days… I feel I have missed many things… what could have been more beautiful, had many loopholes. When I listen to old songs it reflects the happy life as a child with my whole family that excludes my wife and includes my father. With the little what we had we been happy….sometimes struggling to make up for a day…. Things were not so easy but still enjoyed the days.. Whenever I make mistake I got a spank to discipline me. The final exams when over the days were for us…. Playing only outdoor games… hide and seek, lobio, cricket, badminton, marble etc were our favorite games.

Missing those beautiful golden days with friends….we fought a lot and then next moment we are friends… as if nothing happened. Many times fight ended in tears but still patch up soon. When I compare adult life with childhood life it’s so disgusting. Some new friends gathered during the course of life are not at all flexible. Slightest misunderstanding leads him to keeping anger. Then plot to make one low in the society.

But then when maturity ripens, I just think and think to understand life. Why should I struggle in life to pop up with elite world? What happiness am I gaining in the day to day robotic routine life? The life revolves around only with family and colleagues who work with you. The golden old times have got no place. Even the ones who had been closer many years back don’t have any emotions left. I sometimes think that I am too much emotional person.

Money is like something close to god for many. To achieve the wealth one strives day to day… in the end you may gather enormous wealth but after death one will not take with them any single pie. Even you may not be referred by your name. Every one will refer that person to just a body. That is all you have earned in life. One may have achieved wealth and be rich in society but what is the use when this money has not helped you purchasing more time for life?

There are times when we fight with our parents for small petty things. When they grow old we don’t have time for them. But when they die our minds have deep feelings. After achieving so many things we could not have looked after them properly. When they are alive we give them account of how much we are spending for them. Like buying medicines, help them money wise so as to go on a pilgrimage etc… When they share their views and wishes it sometimes are headache for us. But when we wanted something they never had headache. But instead they work harder so that they could satisfy our needs.

But why am I writing these feelings which are popping inside me. Suddenly today I happened to hear very old songs that were favorite of my father. He worked hard in life and then one day became part of the god’s beloved one. When good times shadowed us, the shadow of my father disappeared

Goanz