Kehte hain ke jab insaan ka dil toot ke choor choor hojaata hai to woh apne ehsaasaat, apni khwaahishaat, aur apne ird gird ki duniya se wabastagi chor deta hai. Kehte hain ke jab insaan ke dil ko thes lagti hai to woh kabhi theek nahin hopaati. Zakham bhar jaate hain magar daag reh jaate hain.
Insaan ki roz marrah ki zindagi kayi aqsaam ki kashmakash mein nikal jaati hai; kissi ki paise ki talash mein, kissi ki shuhrat ki talash mein, kissi ki hawas ko poora karne ki talash mein, aur kissi ki apne wujood ko mukammal karne ki koshish mein. Insaan laakh koshish karta hai aur thora thora kar ke apni manzil ki taraf barhta hai magar…
I often wonder why some people dislike others’ happiness, moreso if those ‘people’ are relatives or family. Having had my share of experiences, I’ve noticed one consistency; ‘family’ is an over-used, over valued, and over-emphasized myth; a relationship that is said to be formed by blood in most cases, by love in some, and by yet other classifications in other cases. Yet, the strongest bonds are often those based on love. I understand that most people believe blood relations to be the strongest, but then, why is it that a friend is always with you, sharing the heat when you get in trouble, smiling with you when you’re happy, and crying with you when you cry; whereas, your blood relations are least concerned. Why is it that relationships based on love outlast every other blood relation? A wife, if sincere, always supports her husband, and vice versa, as opposed to a brother supporting another brother at times of crises.
An intriguing thought is that these blood relations often pervade into every facet of our lives, and try everything in their power to make your life go how they want it to go, to make their lives happier. Interesting, no? Makes you wonder why everyone just doesnt mind their own business.
Another interesting thought is that family members, apparently, are rumored ‘care’ about each other. I, somehow find that very, very amusing and deceitful. I’d say, ‘family’ is a misnomer given to blood relations. A ‘social unit’ fits them better.
In my opinion, a family is a group of people, possibly related by blood, but definitely related by mutual affection, mutual well-being and true love, unlike what we see today. As I sit here writing this, I wonder how a ‘family’ member could possibly stand the sight of their blood relation in pain; how they could let one of their kin suffer because of their own ego and personal whims.
Like I said, this is an interesting thought, indeed.
21st November, 2009