To Raise Kids, of relationships and ofcourse of marriages.

I expect people who read this to bear with me. Because I am a bit old fashioned and when I say a relationship it means a marriage relationship. Not a date, hook up, situationship or whatever bullshit the gen z adds to the dictionary every afternoon. Fine?

Perhaps, in older days marriage was not just a physical intimacy thing. Thanks to the desperate generation of us that we made most of it as just a physical thing. Sorry but not sorry. In older days marriage did not just happen with the bride and groom. It happened between two families of the same class. It was a mixture of not just genes but of ideas, of lifestyle, of business, of the next generation and all. 

Earlier marriage was a very responsible and respected process. From start to end people would leave no loopholes behind just to make it a grand success. Heck! There were people who poured all their savings just to make a successful marriage. Currently the spending is nothing, it's a status showing game most of the time if not all. Sure, I will get back to the topic quickly.

Raising kids is a great pleasure for any family. You know the grand old generation would teach the basics of raising the kid with their experience to the ones who freshly beared kids. They would be wise when they are old and their wisdom will be slowly moving to the tender baby before he turns 8-10. The grandma and grandpa's wisdom child becomes the best in terms of friendship, humanity and sensibility, not just study. Ofcourse with few exceptions.

 

The parents in the meanwhile just feel a strange fulfillment and joy overpowered all their nerves just after the fact became known that they are one with the creator for a moment. They brought a child to this whole damn world. “There is someone coming out from me to carry the legacy of me and my ancestors. O heavens!” The mother cries, “O heavens!” The father does the same. The mother then decides to put all efforts to make her child see and feel all the goodness of the world. The father on the other hand makes the child safe from all the dirt and worse. That's some responsible job. They hold the tears back when the child learns to speak, learn to walk, learn to do any damn new thing. You might be familiar with things like these, “You know what?! my daughter now recognises people by their voice, what an achievement.” “You know my son doesn't cry when he eats food, he will eat what he likes.” They hold back their tears and smile when their child does a good job. A satisfaction factor triggered inside.

The reason for this much intro was there are a lot of kids produced in the womb, that have no real parents you know. They live in some centers. Why? Because it was just an unhealthy relationship or We are physically good partners and not fit for marriage, or I forgot to take my pills now I am stuck or whatever. I am not blaming a single gender here, I am blaming both equally. I think the only place where men and women are equal is when both the genders allow degenerate and worst ideals become the lifestyle. I would say that a child who has a divorced parent is also an unlucky one. It is harsh but it is how it is. Remember, I only meant divorced parents. That child lacks something big which the naked eyes can't see. The child's cries are that the naked ears can't hear. These kinds of parents don't deserve to be a parent at the first step.

All of this story I wanted to tell now was just this. That hooking up or fucking around to find out is not the way. You gotta be sensible in the selection of your future. Your spouse is your best friend. And best friend is only 1. You cannot be a best friend for a night and walk away. I want this generation to pick up marriage as a serious thing so that the future child of you can feel the pride of having modest and chaste parents.

Consider the divinity of marriages. Consider it as a responsible part of this universe. Don't waste your creative energy for pleasure. Do the responsible job. Be a better human. Consider a family, a healthy one, consider raising your child to grow among your parents and community, Consider to be a responsible Man, to be a responsible Woman. The responsibilities and austerity of a Grihasta is no less than that of a Sanyasi.

Om Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah

Sarve Santu Niraamayaah

Sarve Bhadraanni Pashyantu

Maa Kashcid-Duhkha-Bhaag-Bhavet

Om Shaantih Shaantih Shaantih

(Translation)

May all be happy

May all be free from illness

May all see what is auspicious

May no one suffer

Om peace, peace, peace 

Hare Krishna