Sometimes you can forgive ToI for all the crap that it publishes, trying to pass it off as news coz once in a while there is a piece that escapes its editor’s trash bin and make it to the newspaper and is interestingly different.
My usual round up of Indian news sites threw an interesting article today:
“Married to low IQ”
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Married_to_low_IQ/articleshow/1839631.cms
It’s about mentally challenged people getting married, while it starts as a news item and midway turn to an article but it ends as a story. And what fascinated me was a story coz that was the most real part of the piece.
It’s a story (a real one) about Jacinta, she is married to a spastic for sake of social security and like every other decision in life this one also comes with its share of pros and cons. But no, am not going to weigh the two and say if she made the right choice or not. Sometimes, it is better that if you cannot be in someone’s shoes then don’t try tell them the ‘right’ way. Story of Jacinta’s life may seem a very depressing and deprived one and as you reach the last para you might just be full of sympathy and resigned to the fact that there’s nothing she can look forward to in life and then you read about those bulbuls and for once you feel transported to that room.
You hear her call out to them - "Come Chandana, come to Mama,'', you smile with her as two of them hop out and when she says about the third one, “Goodie, is a slow learner. He doesn’t talk much either.” You can’t help but look over her shoulder to her husband and ponder over her use of the word ‘either’.
Hope and Joy are two things that give life its meaning and everyone needs to find these two to continue living. What amazes me is how people find these things in most despondent situations. How they can live their life counting on the light at the end of a long tunnel. How people find their own ‘bulbuls of hope and joy’ hidden behind the frames and furniture, which they turn to and more importantly hold on to in situations where you wonder what’s keeping someone going.
I don’t really know how it feels when people try to build their life on foundation of everlasting pain and deprivation.
Does that pain stays at back of one’s mind every moment?
Is every smile of theirs just a mask for each tear they have held back?
Does emptiness of their life always more deep than what moments of joy can fill up?
Do their words always carry between them - unfulfilled dreams and quashed desires?
OR
Do they able to forget their sorrows in moments of joy ?
Does their smiles get genuinely free from shackles of pain ?
Do their lives rise as phoenix from the ashes of their losses and soar high into the sky - away from all that they couldn’t have ?
I don’t know but I hope it’s the latter. I sincerely do.
My usual round up of Indian news sites threw an interesting article today:
“Married to low IQ”
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Married_to_low_IQ/articleshow/1839631.cms
It’s about mentally challenged people getting married, while it starts as a news item and midway turn to an article but it ends as a story. And what fascinated me was a story coz that was the most real part of the piece.
It’s a story (a real one) about Jacinta, she is married to a spastic for sake of social security and like every other decision in life this one also comes with its share of pros and cons. But no, am not going to weigh the two and say if she made the right choice or not. Sometimes, it is better that if you cannot be in someone’s shoes then don’t try tell them the ‘right’ way. Story of Jacinta’s life may seem a very depressing and deprived one and as you reach the last para you might just be full of sympathy and resigned to the fact that there’s nothing she can look forward to in life and then you read about those bulbuls and for once you feel transported to that room.
You hear her call out to them - "Come Chandana, come to Mama,'', you smile with her as two of them hop out and when she says about the third one, “Goodie, is a slow learner. He doesn’t talk much either.” You can’t help but look over her shoulder to her husband and ponder over her use of the word ‘either’.
Hope and Joy are two things that give life its meaning and everyone needs to find these two to continue living. What amazes me is how people find these things in most despondent situations. How they can live their life counting on the light at the end of a long tunnel. How people find their own ‘bulbuls of hope and joy’ hidden behind the frames and furniture, which they turn to and more importantly hold on to in situations where you wonder what’s keeping someone going.
I don’t really know how it feels when people try to build their life on foundation of everlasting pain and deprivation.
Does that pain stays at back of one’s mind every moment?
Is every smile of theirs just a mask for each tear they have held back?
Does emptiness of their life always more deep than what moments of joy can fill up?
Do their words always carry between them - unfulfilled dreams and quashed desires?
OR
Do they able to forget their sorrows in moments of joy ?
Does their smiles get genuinely free from shackles of pain ?
Do their lives rise as phoenix from the ashes of their losses and soar high into the sky - away from all that they couldn’t have ?
I don’t know but I hope it’s the latter. I sincerely do.
-sid
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