It is all about money, honey

Well! Let us leave the honey part and discuss the money part here. Producers of our Hindi film industry have spent [and gained too, that is different matter] a lot of Vitamin M [Money] to show us the importance of relationships in our lives. They have used the likes of Shahrukh Khan to tell us that it is not money that is important but relations that are important [it is a different story again that none of these “likes” would have done their part if Vitamin M was not infused into their veins]. Starting from movies like Avtaar, Santaan [I am sure no one must have heard about it Starring Jumping jack Jeetu uncle and Deepak Tijori (Khiladi fame)] the trend still continues with movies like K3G and Baghban. I agree that sometimes our industry people exaggerate things, but it depends on us to filter out the sensible matters from these films. On one hand when these films tend to be popular amongst the “parents” and “parent-loving” children on the other hand they are condemned by individuals who are of the opinion that these films in fact impinge on the minds of their parents that they are being ill-treated.

I am of the opinion that it is indeed a matter of shame that we have to depend or learn from these films how to treat our parents. Are we not capable enough to think for ourselves what is important for us ~ relationships or money? I am not trying to tell here that money is not important, it is. But earn money so that you can live but do not live to earn money.
Earn money to buy things that can be bought with money but then do not lose those things, which money cannot buy.

It is really heart wrenching to know that there are cases where parents have been murdered for the sake of money. No! This is not my mind game. I have not personally seen such cases but heard about them on news channels and as far as I know news channels give real life news and do not show any fiction. I agree, that these cases must be very rare happenings but it is a shame that they are happening around in the world we are living in. When we are trying to become westernized we are also picking up the negative points from the west and that is not good. During one of my mail conversations with Janice who is from Canada we discussed this important issue and she said Indian are far better than westerners are as far as respecting parents is concerned and there are a few things that we need to learn from them too [let us leave that for now]

It is seen that the concept of nuclear family is coming to the front on larger scale. It is not bad to have a nuclear family but how can one think of abandoning his parents and set up a completely new life? It is ok if you have a nuclear family still managing to keep in touch with your parents and fulfilling their needs. If they have done so much for us is it not our responsibility to do something for them? Many of us are of the opinion that parents did what was their duty as parents but then they tend to ignore that fact that it their duty to take care of their parents. How justified it is to expect someone else to be there for you when you need them and not be there for them when they need you?

Heard of “Shravan” who used to carry his parents on his shoulders everyday? How did this vaporize so easily out of the minds of those people for whom money tends to be important than parents?
There is one more story I heard when I was a child and I want to share it with you. The story might seem to be stupid but there is a big lesson in it. Many of you must have even heard of it in one of Amitabh Bacchans’ films

There was a guy who loved his mother a lot but after marriage he became closer to his wife. Slowly, over a period of time, he started to drift away from his mother. One night when his mother was sleeping his wife asked him to kill his mother and bring her the womans’ heart. As per his wifes’ request he walked to his mothers’ room with a knife and killed her and took out her heart. As he was returning to his room he tripped over something and fell down and he heard a voice coming from his mothers’ heart, “Did you get hurt my son?”

That is all I can say.
Arti D. Honrao