Parents should be Plural

You know how important is to have that ‘s’ in the word – ‘parents.’ It should be plural however useless it would be. However, torturing they might get. For, when you miss that ‘s’ life gets incomplete. And much worse is when you have missed that ‘s’ due to a divorce and you are raised up by a single mother.

It’s not a fun life when your mother has to gulp in  her anti-depressants to keep her mental stability to raise you up. It’s definitely not fun seeing her shuttle between kitchen, office, grocery shop, bank and all the other places alone and rushing back by late night. But, she is scared however brave she may sound. She is scared about her child being alone in the rented house. But, what can she do? Hire a babysitter? Well, you guys do it. The ‘parents’ with a‘s’ in the end. You can expect to get some remnants after all the expenditures at home. But, we got nothing. After eating, working and paying all the rents, there is nothing left.

And it is definitely not a fun life when Christmases go un-celebrated. Celebrations are fun when you have a family to gather. Or where you have hope that there is somebody waiting for you or somebody to send you the wishes. It’s not fun when you are alone with no job or salary and your phone remaining silent. Celebrations are meant for people with people. Where there are parents and children and in the end, a family to gather. For others, it just gives more reasons to pop in the anti-depressants.

Hence, you would start philosophical about festivals. Why are these festivals for? Why cutting cakes is a big ceremony for these days although it can made and eaten all the year?  And there you go. Socrates has been beaten up.

And then, when you recite your personal pains to the only person who is atleast patient to listen – the priest behind the confession screen – he gave me one advice. Look up to Jesus Christ. He was born as a man to suffer and deliver man from his pains. But I say, what does this Jesus Christ know? He also had ‘parents’ – a Mary and Joseph. I don’t think he and me belongs to the same page.