[funny title..isn't it!!..hehehe]
Many miles away, after crossing many political borders, there comes a piece of land, which I call mine. I am not talking about a piece of land that I own, but about a land that owns me: My Country.
With my eyes filled with limitless dreams, I’d set out from there, promising that I would come back. Come back to make it a better place, to help my people, to prove my citizenship..
Many miles away, after crossing many political borders, there comes a piece of land, which I call mine. I am not talking about a piece of land that I own, but about a land that owns me: My Country.
With my eyes filled with limitless dreams, I’d set out from there, promising that I would come back. Come back to make it a better place, to help my people, to prove my citizenship..
But after arriving here, it seemed a distant dream to return back to my parents, my people, and my country.
I was forced to believe that I was in a dreamland where everything was just so perfect, so possible. But, little did I think about my parents for whom I was the only supporting stick of their old age.
Time has flown by; it is now forty years since I stepped on this land for the first time. Never had I a moment to notice the pace of my life. I found a good job, a beautiful wife, produced cute children and had everything a man could think of..except my parents, who were yearning to see me. But that never mattered so much as to produce a desire in me to visit them. And i ticked on with time; never to be left behind by the world; never to turn back and see what i have left behind.
But now, as I near my deathbed, I long to see my country and my people [my parents died long ago]. Old age changes the way u see the world. The ardor to prove myself had died out with age. I have this continuously growing feeling that I should visit my country and I should be buried there, within its heart so that my heart is at peace. Now, I probably do understand what my parents might have felt when they could not see me before they died. I can feel the gravity of all this now because if I return to my country my children wouldn’t accompany me and then I would be left alone to die; like my parents were left alone. 'Abandoned': this is what they must have felt. "Orphaned" by their own child.
A continuous process, Life, has been a good friend, cohort, teacher, and helper to me through-out. I am learning things now, which I should have learnt many years ago. People who devoted their life to make mine a better one never got a chance to see the results of their effort. And I guess I would also be excluded from seeing my children's life processes. The cycle continues..
Time has flown by; it is now forty years since I stepped on this land for the first time. Never had I a moment to notice the pace of my life. I found a good job, a beautiful wife, produced cute children and had everything a man could think of..except my parents, who were yearning to see me. But that never mattered so much as to produce a desire in me to visit them. And i ticked on with time; never to be left behind by the world; never to turn back and see what i have left behind.
But now, as I near my deathbed, I long to see my country and my people [my parents died long ago]. Old age changes the way u see the world. The ardor to prove myself had died out with age. I have this continuously growing feeling that I should visit my country and I should be buried there, within its heart so that my heart is at peace. Now, I probably do understand what my parents might have felt when they could not see me before they died. I can feel the gravity of all this now because if I return to my country my children wouldn’t accompany me and then I would be left alone to die; like my parents were left alone. 'Abandoned': this is what they must have felt. "Orphaned" by their own child.
A continuous process, Life, has been a good friend, cohort, teacher, and helper to me through-out. I am learning things now, which I should have learnt many years ago. People who devoted their life to make mine a better one never got a chance to see the results of their effort. And I guess I would also be excluded from seeing my children's life processes. The cycle continues..
It took me 65 years to fully understand the sentence my mother had taught me when i was a kid,"What goes around comes around."
