bhaja govindaM verse 5

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yaavadvittopaarjana saktaH

staavannija parivaaro raktaH .

pashchaajjiivati jarjara dehe

vaartaaM ko.api na pR^ichchhati gehe .. 5..

 

 

##yaavat.h## \ = so long as;

##vitta## \ = wealth;

##upaarjana## \ = earning;

##saktaH## \ = capable of;

##taavannija## \ = tAvat.h+nija, till then+one's;

##parivaaraH## \ = family;

##raktaH## \ = attached;

##pashchaat.h## \ = later;

##jiivati## \ = while living(without earning);

##jarjara## \ = diseased;

##dehe## \ = in the body;

##vaartaaM## \ = enquiry;

##ko.api## \ = kaH+api, whosoever; even one;

##na## \ = not;

##pR^ichchhati## \ = inquires/asks;

##gehe## \ = in the house;

 

 

So long as a man is fit and able to support his family, see

what affection all those around him show. But no one at home

cares to even have a word with him when his body totters due to

old age.

 

Money speaks in a language which the whole world

understands ! Man usually calculates before he gives.

He wants an equal return, if not more. Even families

operate this way. So long as a person is able and

earns, people crowd around him/her in the hope of

getting benefitted by the savings. As the person

gets old, even the people who depended upon him

all these years pack him off. These relatives now

do not want the old person, who needs financial,

moral and physical support, to be with them.

In the modern age, the old person is packed off to

an old age home (so many of them have sprung up

in India now, especially since most of the sons/

daughters of these old people are in US now !).

And as one loses the health, not even the person who

you took care for years will want to look after you.

One becomes a burden to the family and the relatives

look forward to the day that you will no longer be

a bother to them. This is the merciless way the world

operates.

 

What should be done ? Before the world and the relatives

reject the person as useless, let the person learn to reject

the world as maya, not out of arrogance, but by realizing

the Self within.

 

AUM shaantiH

 

gm

 

Dear Gokul:

 

Thought this email will be of interest to you.

> As the dream of most parents, I had acquired a degree in software Engg

> and joined a company based in USA - the land of braves and

> opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come

> true. Here at last I was in the place where I wanted to be. I decided

> I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time

> I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.

> My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the

> only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat. I wanted

> to do some thing more than him. I started feeling home sick and lonely

> as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every

> week using cheap international phone cards.

> Two years passed, two years of Burgers at Macdonald's and pizzas and

> discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate, getting happy

> whenever the Rupee value went down. Finally I decided to get married.

> I told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything

> must be done within these 10days. I got my ticket booked in the

> cheapest flight. I was jubilant and was actually enjoying shopping for

> gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will

>be talks.

>After reaching home, I spent home one week going thru all the

> photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter, I

> was forced to select one candidate. I was told , to my surprise by

> in laws, that I will have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get

>anymore holidays.

> After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving

> some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after

>them, we returned to USA. My wife enjoyed this country for about two

> months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling

>India increased to twice in a week, sometimes 3 times a week. Our

> savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have

> kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl were gifted to us by the

> almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to

> india so that they can see their grand-children. Every year I decided to

>go to

> india. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by

>and visiting india was a distant dream.Then suddenly one day I got a

message

>that my parents were

> seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not

> goto India. The next message I got was my parents have passed away

>and as there was no one to do the last rights, the society members

> had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents passed

> away without even seeing their grand children. After couple more years

> passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we

> returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable

>property, but

> to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up

> during all these years. So, I had to return to the USA. My wife

> refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in

> India.

> Myself and my 2 children returned to USA after promising my wife I

> would be back for good after two years. Time passed by, My daughter

decided

> to get married to a american and my son was happy living in USA.I

> decided that I had enough and wound up every thing and returned to

> India.I had just enough money to buy a decent two bed room flat in a

> well developed locality. Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go

>out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple.

> My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

> Sometimes I wondered Was it worth all this? My father, even after

> staying in India, had a house to his name and I too have the same

nothing

> more. I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BED ROOM

> Looking out from the window, I see a lot of children dancing. This

>damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are

>losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards

>from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.

>Now perhaps after I die, it will be the neighbors again who will be

> performing my last rites, God bless them. But the question still

> remains 'Was all this worth it?' I am still searching for an answer.