I wanted to move to another table to save myself from getting upset and reacting, or maybe I was just saving said Mallu….the outdoors had been moved into the indoors, there were no free tables. And thus I had to suffer this kind of depiction of India for another half hour as I went through the soup and main course. Good meal, stupid India, didn’t gratify.
As far as I am concerned, his passing was no longer a matter of sympathizing or for that matter empathizing with someone else who has lost a dear one. This is as close to home as it can get. This is Papa. Papa was special. He wasn’t just papa, he was my friend. My friend is gone, and he’s not coming back, ever….
There are some things that just set me off, one of them is misinterpretation of age-old Indian traditions, culture and doctrine handed down through generations from Father to Son, from Guru to Disciple, from Mother to Daughter. So when people start banding the institution of Guru, I get set off.
The era of the monarch or king or ruler in general being the representative of God has ended in most countries, and where it does exist, it is mostly in title only.
Its all about timing. Let’s start out by saying that men have no clue what they want until at least the age of thirty if not more. Perhaps it has something to do with the way we’re constructed. Well most men. There may be other men who are completely together, and focussed, and who know exactly what they want, but lets just say I’m not one of them. We want different things at different times. I even believe that we want several things at the same time …. it’s complicated! But allow me the latitude to explain.
I believe that unwittingly we have set them up to deal with a whole lot of things that we haven’t equipped them to deal with. We expected that our values, our beliefs, our culture would somehow be passed on to them without actually taking the trouble to impart any of it.