At the breakfast table, my son reads out some recent news from his Iphone – “Just eight individuals, all men, own as much wealth as the poorest half of the world’s population, Oxfam said on Monday in a report…”Oh really? who are they? I ask goggle eyed unable to suppress my curiosity.”The eight individuals named in the report are Gates, Inditex founder Amancio Ortega, veteran investor Warren Buffett, Mexico’s Carlos Slim, Amazon boss Jeff Bezos, Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg, Oracle’s Larry Ellison and former New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg.” he continues to read.Astonishment apart this piece of news really set me thinking, entering into the age old debate (with my own inner self) on how much money is enough. There is always a constant tug of war between our needs and wants. People often console themselves by saying that love is the utmost important factor in life and money ranks a poor fourth or fifth place maybe, if we were to do some rankings. The Billy Graham quote we held as a gospel truth since childhood begins to rhyme in my head,When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.How true! But the desire to earn or possess more money is omnipresent for many of us poor mortals, isn’t it? And I’m not even talking about people below poverty line here. I’m thinking about ordinary middle/upper middle class folks. we always keep wishing for a better house, a better car, a raised social stature, all of which come at a price; that of being a rich person. But is having loads of money the real meaning of being rich? I get an answer from author Mitch Albom’s book Tuesdays with Morrie. “You don’t need the latest sports car, you don’t need the biggest house….. You know what really gives you satisfaction?What?Your time. Your concern.”
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
—- Lao Tzu
True love is the purest form of human emotions. This beautiful feeling can be expressed in myriad ways. There is this eternal desire to remain connected to your loved ones in whichever part of the world you may be. On a recent trip to Amsterdam, I saw a beautiful bridge over one of the old seventeenth century canals, where people had attached several love padlocks to seal (or rather lock) their love for each other. The picture I have posted below, shows several padlocks connected together.
In fact it set my imagination running. Perhaps it was fixed by a loving family; with each lock representing one member of the family, and an extra one thrown in for good luck? (when it comes to family, I am a wee bit superstitious).The locks are symbolic of the bonding and commitment we have with our loved ones. Besides being connected to each other, the love locks show an amazing connection with the surroundings, becoming part and parcel of the essence of Amsterdam, adding character and more beauty to the already beautiful city.
‘You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?’
These days when there are terror threats all over the world, one is generally warned not to open unidentified packets or gifts.Thoughts of ‘Pandora’s Box’ also crossed my mind. But, its Christmas today, a time to spread love and good cheer. Moreover, the gift is lying in my bedroom, where none except my immediate family has access to without permission.So obviously, it must be a Christmas gift from my husband or son. Their expressions tell me that its their planning to give me a pleasant surprise, even though they are denying that they’ve kept the mystery box. Feigning ignorance ,both are actually trying to scare me! What they don’t realise is I know them so well ; and they know me so well too.They know that I love surprises. So yes,I would definitely open it.
No, I’m not greedy, just curious and a bit of a risk taker and a rebel. Also there is faith. So I will dare to open the box. Curiosity didn’t kill me. I found the most delicious Christmas cake in the box which we enjoyed later in the day with relatives and friends. Merry Christmas!!
Merry Christmas to all bloggers and my followers in every part of the world. May this day and the coming year bring good luck and good cheer for all.
‘When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.’ ~Sophia Loren in her book Women and Beauty.
Can one ever separate a woman from her children in her thoughts? They may be physically away from her, doing their own thing ,perhaps even in another town, or country or continent; but there is always a home for them in their mother’s heart and a prayer for them on her lips.Kudos to a mother’s love which selfless and so pure!
When her child is away from home a mother is always concerned about his/her wellbeing.” Is she eating properly? I hope he doesn’t drive too rashly;” questions like this rush through her brain. A million other thoughts too cross her mind, and she crosses her fingers that ‘all is well’.
To amount to saying that that I have become permanently rid of this worry would be a false claim, but i have learnt to control my thoughts and train them to follow a positive train of thought (pun unintended!).Whenever I think of my children there is always a smile on my lips.I imagine that whatever work they are doing they are enjoying it thoroughly and there is the protective hand of the supreme God over them at all times.Moreover, I have full faith in my upbringing.I have taught them to be able to distinguish between right and wrong. So I can always trust them to be able to take the right decisions in different aspects of life.If we want our children to make a success of their lives we can’t bind them. We should give them wings and let them fly!