Written by Hon. FM. Smt..Nirmala Seetharaman...Very thought provoking! Our joint family home in Tiruchirapalli housed 14 of us from age 5 to 95 years.All kids,grandkids,Grandparents lived happily by sharing what we had with joy and contentment ... but Today, I watch both the ancestral houses abandoned and nature taking over the garden my mother used to tend for hours every day. The Jamun, the Drumstick, a few Neem and Peepal have survived, but all beauty is both transient and fragile, and the law of entropy is powerful. The lovely flowers of myriad colors are all gone. I wonder what happened to the squirrels, peacock family that came every day and ate from my moms hand. The Bulbul, the sparrows, the parrots, spotted flycatchers, Cuckoos, a huge troop of monkeys that once in a month would upset the order of the place *Once people leave, a home becomes a house*. Initially, I didn’t feel like selling, and now I don’t feel like going. Time has taken away ten of its fourteen occupants. I walk around our neighborhood and see similar fate of so many homes once full of life now replaced by Apartments wuth children Apart,Parents Apart.. omg all crows lying still. Why do we stretch and stress to build houses? In most cases, our kids won’t need it or worse, fight over it. *What is this human folly of attempting permanent ownership of EMI Apartments in a leased life given by God with an uncertain tenure given by a landlord whose terms are non-negotiable and there is no court of appeal* One day, all we have built with love and EMIs will either be demolished, fought over, sold, or lie in ruins. Every time I fill a form that asks for ‘permanent address’ I smile at human folly. There is a Zen story that an old monk walked into a Kings palace demanding he wanted to spend the night in this Inn and the guards told him, “What Inn, can’t you see its a palace?”. The monk said “I came here a few decades back. Someone was staying there. A few years later, someone else took the throne from him, then someone else. Any place where the occupant keeps changing is an Inn.” George Carlin says *“House is just a place where you keep your stuff as you go out and get more stuff”.* As houses get bigger, families get smaller. *When the house has occupants, we desire privacy, and when the nest empties, we crave for company.* Birds and Animals must be laughing at us humans who give up living in order to build their dream home and, in the end, depart the Inn they mistook as a Permanent Residence. *The real folly of human desire!*
I am reading this n th time. Worth reading again and again and again......but at my age I can only appreciate and I can bail out her statements. Would the younger generation and those staying in rented accommodation listen to this and continue reside and live in their rented flats or independent homes?
@Cheeniya sir, what a wonderful thread. Truer words were never written. Our homes grow bigger, but our hearts and families grow smaller. I have very fond memories of my nuclear family in a small apartment in Mumbai. However the single family residence in US feels huge for me. Just another point that proves that size of the home or money has nothing to do with happiness. Similarly we used to know all the kids of our neighborhood and also our neighbors. But now, not only in the US but also in India, people are so busy and caught up with their own lives that they do not have time to even say a hello to their fellow neighbor. People living in apartments next to each other don't know their neighbors. Similarly, Mumbai was a home to me when my family was there. However with no one left there any more, I don't feel like visiting it. The city I didn't want to leave initially has become a place I don't feel like visiting. Don't get me wrong - The city still holds wonderful memories for me. However the reason why I enjoyed Mumbai so much - my family - is missing. I am sure if I visit Mumbai in the future, I will have a very different perspective. This year my childhood home is getting demolished and a skyscraper is going to be built in its place. I hope I am able to make a trip to see my home one last time and bask in my childhood memories and have my last hurrah before the bulldozers come..
Modern progressive youth ways of thinking are different from our conservative grand parents & parents. For them everything is "NOW" "LIVE IN PRESENT" & not in concepets like longevity durability for-future etc. Instead of one gold jwellery or silk saree, they would prefer buy hundreds of dresses and trinkets and have numerous options to attire for functions parties and other razzmatazz. When my late FIL's house " ஸ்ரீ ராஜ ராஜேஸ்வரி இல்லம் " constructed by him brick by brick and only by sweat of his brow in 1970's was demolished by his sons in 2015, spouse and I witnessed with sobs and ebbing heart. A narration of thst scene is in link: :hello:building Facts From Cardinal Principles :hello: