All my life every decision was approved by my instinct, whatever felt right I did but where lies the possibility to judge them right or wrong? In fact, all our decision are neither right nor wrong, they are only decisions. Humans only can decide what they to do but the consequent results sometimes are as per calculations and sometimes otherwise. There is no point in analyzing the actions which lead to the results judging whether your actions were right or wrong. Take my words whatever is destined is bound to happen.
To make a living is not too difficult. One has to cater to the needs of the belly. But no one wants to live in a freestyle, come what may we deal what we deem proper. Everyone has his dreams, objectives, ambitions. He exerts to accomplish them, whether attainable or impossible. I wanted to live with my joint family. I found my happiness amidst them. But it didn’t match. I could infer that if one wants to live decently then the joint family is not the right platform to launch him. He should tide over the hurdle at the most opportune moment.
The joint family system was neither beneficial for me nor the pleasant one. It was the time to remain cemented with the family. Education did not enjoy the importance, especially among the business class, it was regarded as a sheer waste of time. I kept myself deeply attached to education like a skilled thief, in the same way, I used to surreptitiously escape for seeing films.
I spent my childhood sobbing, youth in fully immersing in the task I undertook. What did I gain ? Zero. The house I was born in, where I grew, married, blessed with children, felt pains and pleasures had to be left behind though I earnestly nursed the hope that it would be my corpse which would leave the house.
I had woven my dreams in the fabrics of my joint family. I did not have my existence as an individual thread. I never knew where I got mixed and lost in the texture of the fabric. Then came a day when I was no longer a part of the fabric. Pulling me out I got myself discarded. The feet beneath I had spread my dreams, after treading on them, stood it a distance to see my fiasco.
William Butler Yeats tells:
"Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloth under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
To make a living is not too difficult. One has to cater to the needs of the belly. But no one wants to live in a freestyle, come what may we deal what we deem proper. Everyone has his dreams, objectives, ambitions. He exerts to accomplish them, whether attainable or impossible. I wanted to live with my joint family. I found my happiness amidst them. But it didn’t match. I could infer that if one wants to live decently then the joint family is not the right platform to launch him. He should tide over the hurdle at the most opportune moment.
The joint family system was neither beneficial for me nor the pleasant one. It was the time to remain cemented with the family. Education did not enjoy the importance, especially among the business class, it was regarded as a sheer waste of time. I kept myself deeply attached to education like a skilled thief, in the same way, I used to surreptitiously escape for seeing films.
I spent my childhood sobbing, youth in fully immersing in the task I undertook. What did I gain ? Zero. The house I was born in, where I grew, married, blessed with children, felt pains and pleasures had to be left behind though I earnestly nursed the hope that it would be my corpse which would leave the house.
I had woven my dreams in the fabrics of my joint family. I did not have my existence as an individual thread. I never knew where I got mixed and lost in the texture of the fabric. Then came a day when I was no longer a part of the fabric. Pulling me out I got myself discarded. The feet beneath I had spread my dreams, after treading on them, stood it a distance to see my fiasco.
William Butler Yeats tells:
"Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloth under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
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