Let me tell you a story of a woman who is now 70 years old. When she was young, say 16 or 17, she got married. Her husband and his elder brother were running a hotel. It was a joint family and big one. This woman took care of the cooking section of the big family. In due course, she gave birth to three children, two daughters and one son. For about 15 years, life went on smoothly till one day her husband and his brother broke their ties with each other. They were thrown out of the house.
Without sufficient capital to set up another hotel, they made iddly, vada, dosa, etc., at their house and the husband went out to streets and sold them. The woman who was taking care of a big joint family, it was not a burden to cook food items for their business also. Life moved on; they generated enough income to take care of their basic needs.
Carrying the food items, walking under the hot sun, and the distance had had cover to sell. all these gradually depleted his health. As a result, his blood pressure soared up. The work and the anguishing memory of the way he was ousted out of his joint family were high order stress for him. One day, on the road, he collapsed.
For dead ones, life was no more cruel. But for the living ones, it is different. The woman had to bear the brunt of this cruelty. She faced it squarely. Withstood the onslaught of life. She continued the business and took care of the children. The girls got married. The son got a job. For some time, there was spring in her life. She took rest from her business. But the cruel pages of life history, was not yet over. Her son somehow became an alcoholic, lost his job and returned home. The old mother had to start every thing again. Once again, she switched on gas stove, placed the vessels to make the food items, and continued her life journey.
Let me be frank. It is not a story. It is a true account. I know the family. Whats the strength of this lady which propels her to continue her life journey, however difficult it is? In a feeble and unassuming voice, she told me that she wants her children well of. I know it is not her strength. Her strengths are, 'not giving up hopes' and the 'fighting spirit'. But beyond all that, she has a purpose in her life. Her being wants to be useful and supportive to her children.
There are many such people in this country, whose being thrives in life with a purpose. They may not be heroes, achievers or famous people. But simply, they are purposeful beings.
Halasyam
3 comments:
A very touching example indeed...This example sums up the reasons for our very existence...
Hala,
What drove the lady - it is love and the desire that her loved ones are well off.
- Kichu
The story is touching. While certainly indicative of a strong purpose, at the same time, was this the woman's life-"purpose" or calling in life? If she had the time and resources at her disposal, would she have done something else? Had she at some point forgotten herself, her own interests, her desires, maybe she had some finer sensibilities, and was fully consumed by her role requirements? Was this the hand of destiny where she had no choice, as she had to ensure that life had to go on somehow amidst the poverty, the biological need for survival for herself and her children...and are we incorrectly interpreting it as a "purpose"ful life? A life full of sacrifice indeed, but purpose? I am not so sure.
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