Here I lie, on the hospital bed, with tubes from all my orifices. Every movement of my body reminds me that I am still alive! The nagging pains, the squeaky joints and the laboured breaths are testimony of my continued existence. Alive but barely alive. Of course I want to be alive as long as I can and would like to postpone the Reaper's appointment as much as I can.
I realise that all the people that I have hurt and the people who cursed under their breaths for my annihilation are the same people who are by my side, attending to my needs. The hurtful incisive expletives hurled at me for my ruin in the most cruel way and me to them, have all been forgotten. In its place are prayers for the Maker to ease my pain. Words are just words. Most of the time, people do not say what they mean and mean what they say. At the spur of the moment, we all say so many things. Lest we forget, sorry does not miraculously reattach a shattered china no matter how many times we apologise or roll out tear blood stained tears. Deep inside, blood is thicker than water. The skin quivers when our loved one is in jeopardy.
I saw a Tamil movie from the 70s recently, before my mishap which landed me here in the hospital, bedridden. Tamil movie industry, in the 60s and 70s try to be philosophical with its films which tend to infuse lessons in life, friendship, morality, honour and societal more in its story-line and dialogue. There was a scene (Vetri Vizha, 1972) where an old man's adult children ridicule their father's wish to re-marry at the age of 60 after spending almost his whole life as a widower and a single parent. This old man, feeling neglected by his kids who themselves have their own families, thought he needed a companion to pull him through his twilight years of his life as he willow into senility. Unfortunately, the people around him equate matrimony only with conjugal needs and consummation. Companionship and camaraderie is not in the equation at all. To them, he is just a commodity that had reached the end of shelf life awaiting the thrash bin.
And here she is, my other (better) half, albeit her loss of youthfulness, trying to perform her duties in spite of the ups and downs that happened in our life.......
I realise that all the people that I have hurt and the people who cursed under their breaths for my annihilation are the same people who are by my side, attending to my needs. The hurtful incisive expletives hurled at me for my ruin in the most cruel way and me to them, have all been forgotten. In its place are prayers for the Maker to ease my pain. Words are just words. Most of the time, people do not say what they mean and mean what they say. At the spur of the moment, we all say so many things. Lest we forget, sorry does not miraculously reattach a shattered china no matter how many times we apologise or roll out tear blood stained tears. Deep inside, blood is thicker than water. The skin quivers when our loved one is in jeopardy.I saw a Tamil movie from the 70s recently, before my mishap which landed me here in the hospital, bedridden. Tamil movie industry, in the 60s and 70s try to be philosophical with its films which tend to infuse lessons in life, friendship, morality, honour and societal more in its story-line and dialogue. There was a scene (Vetri Vizha, 1972) where an old man's adult children ridicule their father's wish to re-marry at the age of 60 after spending almost his whole life as a widower and a single parent. This old man, feeling neglected by his kids who themselves have their own families, thought he needed a companion to pull him through his twilight years of his life as he willow into senility. Unfortunately, the people around him equate matrimony only with conjugal needs and consummation. Companionship and camaraderie is not in the equation at all. To them, he is just a commodity that had reached the end of shelf life awaiting the thrash bin.
And here she is, my other (better) half, albeit her loss of youthfulness, trying to perform her duties in spite of the ups and downs that happened in our life.......
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