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Saturday, March 10, 2007

The Price of Love…

10th March, 2007

Once upon a time there lived a very sweet, somewhat naïve, emotional little girl… She looked at the big bad world with her beautiful dark eyes and thought in her lovely little mind, “Oh, surely this beautiful place cannot be as bad as it is made to sound… Man is God’s most wonderful creation, and I’m sure God would not have created anything evil!” And so, she stubbornly decided to disregard all that she’d been told and decided to trust all men and women she came across. Above all, she trusted God. Her parents, who loved and cared for her, warned her of the dangers of being so naïve, but to no avail. Even the gruesome examples of people who had dared to tread the path of love before her failed to deter her. She wanted to win against all odds.

Alas… She did not learn the easy way…

But God seemed to have His own ways to teach the little girl that life in this world is not half as beautiful, half as picture perfect as He Himself had envisaged it… It is a rough world, where soft souls like her have no place, where the word ‘trust’ has no value. And so, He taught her the lessons of life the hard way – she fell prey to her own soft nature, and in return numerous heart breaks awaited her… while she loved all those whom she thought to be her own, those very people (quite a few among them were family members) forgot all relations and ties, and repaid her by exploiting her, using her for their own selfish desires and needs…

And still, she did not learn…

Slowly, she grew up from a sweet little girl to a wonderful innocent lass. However, in spite of all the hard times she’d had, she refused to mend her ways. She trusted people without a thought, she loved them without a care… In fact, she trusted the world when she should have trusted herself, she listened to her naïve heart when she should have listened to the more practical mind… She held her hand out to help all and sundry, sometimes to her own detriment, and those same people who got themselves out of very sticky spots indeed with her help, very thoughtfully, labeled her a ‘thief’, a ‘bitch’, an ‘opportunist’…

And still, she did not learn…

And then, one day she found that she’d grown up to be a pretty young woman. In no time, she fell in love with a young man whom she thought to be just perfect… She could not find any faults with him! It was difficult for her to find faults with anyone at all and this was, of course, the one she loved! Never, even for once, did she stop to think and reflect about the more practical aspects of life, and blindly plunged into a marriage – she thought, true love can overcome all hurdles. What she did not think was that in today’s world, the expression “true love” is nothing but a euphemism. Quite predictably, when her “picture-perfect” marital home showed unmistakable signs of cracking, her perfect husband and his family very kindly attributed it to her various inefficiencies – she’d been a terrible wife! So what if she’d given up all her ambitions to make the marriage work, so what if she never attended to her own desires and needs because they clashed with his, the blame is still hers…

And still, she did not learn…

She thought she’d live the rest of her life with the support of her own will power, the goodness of her heart… She still loved all those around her, extended her help to all those who needed it… But even that was not acceptable to the cruel world… In return of all the love she showered, society called her a “failed woman”, who’s desperate to gain “sympathy” to cover up for her own fallacies… They taunted and tortured her to no ends, till she was forced to withdraw from all company, and die alone, a recluse…!

This is the story of a wonderful, pretty and strong woman, who learnt at last, after repeated “failures” all through her life, that life isn’t “picture-perfect”. Life is not the beautiful thing that God meant it to be. Life is not easy to be lived if you choose to tread on the path of love…

We, the society, finally made her learn it, and we, the society, made sure that she learnt it the hard way…

2 comments:

Dev said...

I found the particular story to be that of a loser. Someone trying to hide her inadequacies behind the veil of a notiona that she is being victimized by the world. Personally, I feel it does not matter how long you struggle...what is important is that in the end you should still stick by what your heart holds true.

It is easy to blame the world and society for everything but more often than never we forget that we are part of the same society. It is being extremely escapist to believe that the world is out to do you harm and hurt you. A more probable answer to the poor lady's problems was probably the fact that she expected too much of every person she met and when those expectations were not met, she simply hid behind the excuse that the world was out to victimize her.

Life is beautiful as is the world. Just like flower seems inconsequential to a person in pain when the same would have been regarded as beautiful at other times. The secret behind a beautiful world is in the perapective.

Try taking a look at the world without detachment if you really want to explore beauty of God's material creations.

Tanushree said...

to Dev: Thanks for that comment - I quite agree with you! It is indeed a story of a "loser".
People should know the right thing to do at the right times, no doubt about it. But sometimes, we do come accross such "losers" who dare to think only with their hearts! And quite a few of them do so purely out of innocence...
I'm sure you too must have come across people like that. My story only speaks of characters from real life!