పళ్ళు నములుతుంటే నాలుక పళ్ళ కిందకి తోస్తుంటుంది. పళ్ళు నములుతాయి. నాలుక వివిధ రుచులను చూస్తుంది. "మీరు పదార్దలన్నింటిని ఎంత కఠిన మైనా నేను తోస్తుంటే మీరు నములుతున్నారు. నన్ను నలిపేయట్లేదు. ఇంత ఉపకారం చేస్తున్నారు కదా, నేను కూడా మీకు ఏదైనా ఉపకారం చేస్తాను. ఎం కావాలో చెప్పండి" అంది నాలుక. 32 పళ్ళు కలిసి నాలుకతో ఇలా అన్నాయి. నువ్వు మాకు చేయగలిగే ఉపకారం ఒక్కటే. నీకు తోచినట్టు నువ్వు మాట్లాడకు. మాట జారేది నువ్వు, పళ్ళు రాలిపోతాయి అని మమ్మల్ని అంటారు. అందుకని నీకు నచ్చినట్టు నువ్వు మాట్లాడకు. అదే నువ్వు మాకు చేసే ఉపకారం.
నేను ఈ మద్య తిరుమల వెళ్ళినప్పుడు, వెంకన్న స్వామివారి దర్శనం అయిన తర్వాత TTD museum కి వెళ్ళాను. అక్కడ ఉన్న చిత్రపటాలు చూస్తుండగా, తిరుమల లోని శిలాతోరణం యొక్క చిత్రపటం కంటపడింది. దాని మీద శిలాతోరణం యొక్క విశిష్టత గురించి వ్రాయబడి ఉంది. దాని ప్రకారం, శిలాతోరణం మీద పురాతత్వ శాస్త్రజ్ఞులు కొన్ని పరిశోదనలు జరిపి, ఆ శిలలు వయసు సుమారు 250 కోట్ల సంవత్సరాలు పైగా ఉండవచ్చు అని అంచనా వేశారు. ఆ శిలలు తోరణంగా ఏర్పడి 160 కోట్ల సంవత్సరాలు పైగా ఉండవచ్చు అని అంచనా. శ్రీ వెంకటేశ్వర స్వామి వారు కలియుగం లో మొట్ట మొదటి సారిగా ఈ భూమి మీద అడుగు పెట్టింది కూడా ఈ శిలాతోరణం వద్దనే అని ఒక కథ కూడా ఉంది. ఇదంతా చదివిన తర్వాత శిలాతోరణం చూడడానికి వెళ్ళాను. శిలాతోరణంని చూడగానే, ఈ శిలాతోరణం అన్ని యుగ చక్రాలను చూసి వుంటుందో కదా అని అనిపించింది. ఒక యుగం సుమారు 4 లక్షల సంవత్సరాలు అనుకున్నా, ఈ శిలాతోరణం ఎన్ని యుగాలను, ప్రళయాలను,సృష్టి మరియు అద్భుతాలను చూసి వుంటుందో! ఈ శిలాతోరణంకే గాని ఒక భాష వుండి ఉంటే, ఆ భాష మనకి కూడా అర్ధం అయితే, ఒక తాతగారి అనుభవాలను మనవడు పంచుకున్నట్లు, ఈ శిలాతోరణం వద్ద విషయాలను తెలుసుకోవడం ప్రారంబిస్తే, మన ఈ జీవిత కాలం కూడా సరిపోదేమో!
By listening the title and seeing the poster, I thought the
movie is like a slow movie. But after watching this movie yesterday, I scolded
myself stupid, how could I miss this movie till now! While watching the movie, I
felt like each frame in this movie is wallpaper. Storytelling and making of the
movie is too good. I have seen a very good and touching movie after long time. Especially,
the sea nature and their creatures, cyclone scenes and showing the forest as a
man, are the scenes which I love the most in this movie. And finally, this
movie should be watching in theater only, to feel the nature, watching in 3D
will be definitely more exciting.
I have read this story on the web. It touched my heart, so I felt its worth sharing to my friends and this is for you.
“When I got home that night as my
wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I
observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I
was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to
be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and
shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She
was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to
Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she
could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it
and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life
with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and
energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had
obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the
table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very
fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she
was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and
was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything
from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in
that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her
reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t
want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall
how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested
that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the
front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last
days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the
divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms.
His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room,
then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her
eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus
to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I
could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at
this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more.
There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had
taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and
sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t
tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by.
Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but
could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown
bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why
I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To
him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of
his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I
turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last
minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the
sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally.
I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my
arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly
and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office….
jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay
would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said
to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t
divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value
the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I
realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed
to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave
me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked
downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet
of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I
smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up
stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER
for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would
die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our
son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our
son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is
not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an
environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each
other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people
who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. ♥
Thursday, November 15, 2012
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