JournalismPakistan.com Aug 6, 2013
Yesterday was my mother-in-law’s 90th odd birth anniversary and I was thinking that having her with us for 10 years in Dubai kept the bundle of sticks tightly bound together.
Between marital spats, teenage angst, good food on the table and a certain sense of discipline we not only persevered, we flourished. Even as parents we learnt responsibility. After she left us the sticks might have gotten a little loose because that rope was no longer there but the lessons of love endured and we have to be a lot thankful for that. So much pressure these days to stick it out, to make it work.
What a great generation that was. They had instinct. And they achieved. I was sort of going through nostalgia here in Delhi, old albums, another time, another place and I discovered my mom had become the first Indian woman to pass her college exams from the camp...you got to be kidding me...I sure didn’t inherit that gene.
Are we as willing, Barkis, do we have the gravel in the gut and the spit in the eye to walk that extra mile or are we so self-absorbed in our own rat race, in the sheer act of survival (which they did not have, they did not, don’t argue, they had rules and they played by them) and totally dependent and owned and enslaved by technology.
They had hands. We have buttons. They thought. We Google. They manned up. We sneak away.
Not our business...no wonder that damn wonderful bundle of sticks scatters so swiftly, we don’t give it enough attention.
(The writer is a Senior Editorial Advisor of Khaleej Times and the paper’s former Editor. He has also been the Editor of Gulf News, Gulf Today, Emirates Today and Bahrain Tribune)
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