I can query a bit, question a little more, but I don't go any further. I stay with no question at a point where I know I can attempt an inch deeper but I stop there to make myself comfortable and letting all that needs to be questioned and answered be God. Why do people get old, struggle to live and yet no courage to die? Even the divine Soul trembled and cried on the cross in spite of knowing that He would get the eternal of it. Such is the greatness of addiction to this life, the feel of everyday's incompleteness and the longing for the tomorrow. Of course, the breathing of an old man may take a bunch of viruses from the air and save few kids from getting infected. I mean, there is a reason for everything.
For me, the "cigarette smoking causes cancer" shown before the movie is one of the most annoying advertisements - it is ugly. If anything needs to be fixed properly, it has be to dealt at the root. How about stop making cigarettes and have a law to give death penalty to those who smoke. I am sure (ok, theoretically) the next generation can live without the smell of cigarettes. Actually I am not against cigarette smoking and liquors (there is a kind of style and joy in it!) as I strongly believe that there are millions of things remain undiscovered, rediscovered by science that are causing health problems. I am just looking at the money spent on these and the time created for this by those who smoke and drink. Right, it gives relief from something and happiness from somewhere. In this universe, happiness is abundantly filled, right from the life seen under the microscope to the world seen through the telescope and beyond. I am sure we can't take them all. The best is to choose the one that can mutually fill both you and someone else who struggles to find it.
The life style make the sons and daughters to abandon their parents. I don't see much wrong in that. One can manage the love becoming hatred easier than the love becoming pain. At times, parents become pain to their children. It is becoming easier to find a family man who finds no peace at home while wading through the agony of his daily life outside. And so are the old age homes. If an old person is physically deteriorated and psychologically challenged then I wonder what remains for him in this world. Homes for the aged people is one of the worst places where one can spend his last part of the life. It requires enormous mental strength to stay there and live peacefully. Perhaps begging and some tough jobs could give better life than this.
Though the monetary needs can be met without much difficulty, taking care of the elderly people and sharing one's time with them which they earnestly looking for could give them real happiness, even if it is for momentarily. Now and then, when I feel someone is absolutely wasting time and money, mostly without realising it, the heart pops up and ask me to cry by flashing so many people who deprived of them, that you and I can see everyday. But then I, the destiny, laugh instead of crying as I know the heart can never understand the world!
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Kovil Pillai P.
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