'Janm se pehle usne karna sikha tyaag,
Nar banke janm lena tha jiske bhaag.'
Take a middle-class family into consideration. It usually consists of four members; Man, wife, daughter and a son. Man earns, wife administrates the household, the daughter buds under the attention and teachings of all and the son, we can say, 'prepares himself.'
A son is the next man of his house. From his tender years, he learns to face the world and deal with it, support the household, assist his father, etc. This eventually incorporates a feeling of selflessness in him. He begins to focus his attention more towards the betterment of his closed ones, their happiness and comfort. Concentrating on self is reduced and this matures a son to a 'stage of divinity' or the stage of sacrifice.
When his sister gets overjoyed on receiving a pair of elegant
ear-rings, there are two precious tears of happiness in his eyes on seeing her. When a tired father leaves an important work incomplete in order to complete his sleep, and when he finds the same work done the next morning, much of his stress gets avoided. Someone burnt the night-lamp and did it. When his sister is married off and everyone is busy consoling the father, someone runs into a corner to weep and sob. A son can be rightly called the unseen string of the family who silently holds everyone together.
It is appreciable how he pillars his family's reputation before other people, hides the grievances tactfully and heartily promotes the feelings and interests of his closed ones.
When he gets married, the first thing in his mind is bread-winning for his entire family. As the amount of responsibility on him increases, his back bends but determination doesn't. He plans for the future of his offspring and also for his ageing parents. Even at places for amusement, he is continuously worrying about his family, so that they can enjoy properly.
But then, where is his life, dreams and aims?..... They wind up in a single aspect, 'duty'.
'He hides his pain in a smile,
a smile which keeps you joyous.
His joy is in sacrifice,
a sacrifice so stupendous...'
Sagher
Nar banke janm lena tha jiske bhaag.'
Take a middle-class family into consideration. It usually consists of four members; Man, wife, daughter and a son. Man earns, wife administrates the household, the daughter buds under the attention and teachings of all and the son, we can say, 'prepares himself.'
A son is the next man of his house. From his tender years, he learns to face the world and deal with it, support the household, assist his father, etc. This eventually incorporates a feeling of selflessness in him. He begins to focus his attention more towards the betterment of his closed ones, their happiness and comfort. Concentrating on self is reduced and this matures a son to a 'stage of divinity' or the stage of sacrifice.
When his sister gets overjoyed on receiving a pair of elegant
ear-rings, there are two precious tears of happiness in his eyes on seeing her. When a tired father leaves an important work incomplete in order to complete his sleep, and when he finds the same work done the next morning, much of his stress gets avoided. Someone burnt the night-lamp and did it. When his sister is married off and everyone is busy consoling the father, someone runs into a corner to weep and sob. A son can be rightly called the unseen string of the family who silently holds everyone together.
It is appreciable how he pillars his family's reputation before other people, hides the grievances tactfully and heartily promotes the feelings and interests of his closed ones.
When he gets married, the first thing in his mind is bread-winning for his entire family. As the amount of responsibility on him increases, his back bends but determination doesn't. He plans for the future of his offspring and also for his ageing parents. Even at places for amusement, he is continuously worrying about his family, so that they can enjoy properly.
But then, where is his life, dreams and aims?..... They wind up in a single aspect, 'duty'.
'He hides his pain in a smile,
a smile which keeps you joyous.
His joy is in sacrifice,
a sacrifice so stupendous...'
Sagher
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