While going through TOI online yesterday, I stumbled upon a blog by Sukanti Ghosh ‘Should we really feel embarrassed of our parents?’
It was a nicely written blog on his accounts of people belonging to the modern generation behaving callously to their parents in public (also in private). It touched me when I read the article as it was something I haven’t thought about. Though, I had seen instances of this behavior among many people including some of my (old) friends, I still am unable to grasp the real reason behind such disrespectful behavior. I do not mean that I behave like an ideal son since I too have conflicts of interest with my parents, very often on various matters but I don’t remember any instance of crossing the line; verbally or physically. Mr. Ghosh, in his post narrates an incident in which a young man abusing his old parents of being scared to use an escalator in a mall. In his desperation, he was embarrassing his parents as well as himself. I had a sudden rush of anger as I read this and personally wanted to strangle the guy in a reverse headlock all by myself but my behavior might cause extreme pain to his parents as opposed to the extreme embarrassment their own son had caused them because parents are always parents and will always pardon their children’s mistakes one day or the other. My problem is with the people who take their parents for granted and hurt them repeatedly.
Talking about that, I had a similar experience once. One of my friend’s parents was visiting him and they decided to take some of us (his friends) for lunch. We gladly obliged and went for it. We all belonged to different parts of India so obviously the lingua franca of the conversation was English. His father spoke English although his son, my friend, thought of it as bad English and was visibly uncomfortable. His mother did not speak English but was very much part of the conversation through spot translation. Later, after the lunch we all went our separate ways but accidently met up in a park restaurant again and continued our conversation over tea and snacks. His father, who assumed himself of being in an older generation, started giving us career advices much to the dismay of his son, who was already irritated with the fact that the former lacked language proficiency and talked a bit louder. For every sentence his father uttered, my friend started making gestures meaning to stop or slow down or control your voice or enough…! His father was visibly upset because he was waved aside by his own son in front of us but he stayed silent. His mother kept smiling probably because she was embarrassed by the whole episode. For us friends, we were shocked, especially me, unlike the others could not really succeed in hiding my emotions. If I had tried to cut off my father from saying anything, the last thing I’d remember is the whole world going blurry in a shot which could defeat any 3D experience!
It’s not fear but the respect you learn to give to the elders that matters. It might have started with inducing a little fear in your childhood; threats of possible punishments if you misbehave by speech or actions, but there’s a certain level of behavior that you shouldn’t cross however close you are to your parents. The friend that I was talking about was from not so good background, possibly from a middle class slum in the outskirts of a large city in the Eastern part of India. His father looked like a hard-working man, with more than enough share of experiences and an innocence which was not corrupted by a smoke spitting, rotting city. He must have spent a fortune sending my friend to get a good education, giving him everything he had; unfortunately, also making him the thickheaded swine that he is, daring enough to wave his own father down in front of his own friends! I lost respect for the guy the moment he did it and whatever he did later was not helping either.
I am not really that type who respects my parents in the traditional/mythical way. I don’t remember the last time I touched my parents’ feet in search of blessings. According to my father, you don’t really have to do something like that for something which is always there. He had also added once that if I really wanted to touch his feet for blessings I should do it with a little bit of ‘Moov’ and he will think of doubling the amount of blessings!!! I happily obliged. J My mother had put serious restrictions on both I and my Sister about certain things. We were not supposed to raise our fingers and voices against elders and whatever we had to say and however bad it is, we were supposed to speak straight and without lies. There were a lot of other things also, which I forgot over the years. These are the only two things I remember straightly. Even among them, the first thing got narrowed down from ‘elders’ to just my parents and grandparents!!! The thing about lies stays on…
I have heard one of my friends talking to his parents. ‘Talking’ is the humblest term I can use in this case. It includes threats at times, voice raised like he is addressing a rally of neo-Nazis, shouts, screams and all sorts of things that you should not be doing when talking to your parents, however close and buddy-buddy you are with them. If I say that it was like over hearing a business conversation in a fish market, I am not being wrong. His conversations mostly end in skimpy amount of money extortions for satisfying an unending need of ghastly gadgets and entertaining girls which mostly ends in benefit for them in many ways but put my friend in a battered condition. I am not Gandhi or the Hindu mythical emperor Shibi who worshipped truth as the highest virtue. But, even in my opinion, it’s impossible to trust someone who lies even to his own parents. It doesn’t matter anyway because over my last two –three years, I haven’t met a single person who can trust my above mentioned friend in anything except for the numerous private jokes running among us which has made this guy an equal in standards to the character Kasim from ‘Arabian Nights’ or even to the recent Malayalam character, ‘Tintu Mon’!
Each time I have this painful experience of listening to his phone conversations (you have no choice when you are in the same room) I’d imagine what will happen if I ever have such a conversation with my parents. Even in my meekest imaginations I cannot imagine an outcome in which I get out unhurt. There was this incident once when I strongly disagreed with my Dad following a stupid thing I did in the public; to shove a guy off my car! I started talking a little fiercely and my Dad just raised his hands. I did not feel like talking anymore may be because there wasn’t any saliva left in mouth or brain was sending me signals to stop…
There could be a variety of reasons for why people belonging to this generation behave to their parents in a blindly distressing way. It could be because they think of themselves as a generation who has seen it all in such a short time. In our parents’ younger years they needed to build everything slowly and painfully… starting from a family to their children’s future and most probably in the end, their own future. The current generation is faster and everything comes planned and easy to a level that it is possible for them to think of themselves a step ahead than their parents. It’s not always about what you do for them but how you behave and show that you care. Most parents capable of catapulting us to this level, the way I understand it, does not really need caring on a monetary level… what they need is our presence when they want it, the feeling that they are not alone with their children gone to different places. I guess, the only way we can do it, if at all to do it from a distance is to talk nice and jovial… to make them happy not agitated with extortions and threats like some kind of a thug from a smelling slum, which some of us might actually qualify quite handsomely, if there’s a chance given.
I think it is about time we should recognize our duties to our parents. All it needs is a little looking back into our deeds towards a generation which did not have computers, escalators, huge air conditioned shopping malls and a liberated economy but substandard roads, less electricity, transportation and painful experiences of dying socialist principles yet succeeded in taking us to wherever we are or whatever we are. All it takes is a little care…
Remember… it could happen to you.