We all were young and had parents or still have them around, but the law of nature is that the old must go to be replaced by the new. Sometimes death comes all of a sudden, and sometimes the old keep wishing they would die instead of going through the humiliation of being dependent or trouble to the young. But Yamraj Ji is an erratic guy; he comes and takes people away on his whims and fancy, notwithstanding the thousands of children praying for their parents to be dead....
I realise most of my perceptions about relationships are shaped by Bollywood. Growing up, when you have a father from the silent generation (Yes, people born between 1925-1935 were known as the silent generation) and an alcoholic mother who was always passed out. You try to make sense of the world through popular culture.
I have in my earlier blog post hinted at the grey areas of my perception of women....
My mother passed away on the 1st of December, I think I must have met her twice in the last 35 years of her life. Yes, I am a divorce kid who grew up with his Dad. In case you want to know What it is like growing without a mother
I was curious to know the person who was my mother
I always felt that I should go live with her and take care of her and know her, but it never materialised....