Changing times , Changing relationships???
I had been trying real hard to get into the blogging mood since ages. Work, commitments, family, friends and all other reasons were nothing more than mere excuses which I had been using to procastinate this much awaited activity. This might not be the best topic to start off with, but this is something which touched my heart to a great extent.
Couple of weeks back, I had to attend an infosession by some US univ. program director.Post session plans were scrapped off,all thanks to some riots in the city. Statue of a renowned leader was damaged in one part of the country and the brunt of that fued had consequences in Mumbai. It does not surprise me any more, it has become more like a trend. This is the most agonizing thing in this country !! Anyhow, so i could not go anywhere that day and was asked to join my aunt at her work place(which happens to be a court, coz she is a Lawyer). That day she was at the Family Court in Bandra. Divorce cases of the entire city are heard here. Now this is one place I have always hated to be at. A 5-6 floors building at BKC, having a court room on each floor ; it stands erect witnessing each day, the broken homes, severed relationships, innocent kids churned in the ego clashes !! It seemed to me, that the concrete building has also transformed the hearts of the ones sitting in this building (who pass judgements day in day out) into stone as well. Well, thats their job so they can't be blamed for separating the fighting couples. But the sight in the courtroom waiting lounge is one of its kind. It is bound to move any heart made of muscles & arteries. My aunt was still busy settling some issues between her client and her beau, so I decided to wait in that lounge. I noticed a gujju family. The entire affair was like a celebration for the family members of that couple. They were all decked up in bright colored attire and were discussing where they should be taking their lunch !! I was dumbfounded to overhear this kinda of very *important* discussion!!!! I mean..for god sake people, a house(can't call it home anymore) is gonna be broken in few minutes, lives of two people is gonna take a 360 degree turn, a relationship would be coming to an end and here we have nothing better to discuss than the hygine levels of the food served @ the court canteen. Another suggestion which struck my eardrum was to celebrate after the hearing at some place in bandra. **Flabbergasted** I was hardly over this shock when I saw another female bribing her 6 year old with choclates, so that he utters the same words against his dad in the courtroom which he has been taught all this while. Another dude, completely unaffected by his own case was busy reading some novel on Atharva Ved to keep himself busy with things around. There were few others arguing endlessly on some God forbidden matters. They made it sound so BIG that they needed help from some third person to settle their personal scores.
In midst of all this hoopla i was praying every second that my aunt's work gets over soon so that I can get out of this living **HELL** where the innocent toddlers are punished for the mistakes of their parents, the place where individuals part ways never to meet again, the place where dreams are brutally murdered...**sigh**
Couple of weeks back, I had to attend an infosession by some US univ. program director.Post session plans were scrapped off,all thanks to some riots in the city. Statue of a renowned leader was damaged in one part of the country and the brunt of that fued had consequences in Mumbai. It does not surprise me any more, it has become more like a trend. This is the most agonizing thing in this country !! Anyhow, so i could not go anywhere that day and was asked to join my aunt at her work place(which happens to be a court, coz she is a Lawyer). That day she was at the Family Court in Bandra. Divorce cases of the entire city are heard here. Now this is one place I have always hated to be at. A 5-6 floors building at BKC, having a court room on each floor ; it stands erect witnessing each day, the broken homes, severed relationships, innocent kids churned in the ego clashes !! It seemed to me, that the concrete building has also transformed the hearts of the ones sitting in this building (who pass judgements day in day out) into stone as well. Well, thats their job so they can't be blamed for separating the fighting couples. But the sight in the courtroom waiting lounge is one of its kind. It is bound to move any heart made of muscles & arteries. My aunt was still busy settling some issues between her client and her beau, so I decided to wait in that lounge. I noticed a gujju family. The entire affair was like a celebration for the family members of that couple. They were all decked up in bright colored attire and were discussing where they should be taking their lunch !! I was dumbfounded to overhear this kinda of very *important* discussion!!!! I mean..for god sake people, a house(can't call it home anymore) is gonna be broken in few minutes, lives of two people is gonna take a 360 degree turn, a relationship would be coming to an end and here we have nothing better to discuss than the hygine levels of the food served @ the court canteen. Another suggestion which struck my eardrum was to celebrate after the hearing at some place in bandra. **Flabbergasted** I was hardly over this shock when I saw another female bribing her 6 year old with choclates, so that he utters the same words against his dad in the courtroom which he has been taught all this while. Another dude, completely unaffected by his own case was busy reading some novel on Atharva Ved to keep himself busy with things around. There were few others arguing endlessly on some God forbidden matters. They made it sound so BIG that they needed help from some third person to settle their personal scores.
In midst of all this hoopla i was praying every second that my aunt's work gets over soon so that I can get out of this living **HELL** where the innocent toddlers are punished for the mistakes of their parents, the place where individuals part ways never to meet again, the place where dreams are brutally murdered...**sigh**
From the age of the couples I could gauge that most of these marriages could not even last for 4-5 years. I was forced to ponder, if the meaning of this sacred institution was actually changing??? We may have become computer literates, we might claim to be earning 4 times our previous generation , may boast of becoming ultra modern guys living in the 21st century, but our generation certainly needs to LEARN basics of sincerity, committment, trust and forgiveness from our ancestors.
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