in Terris Peace and Freedom Award for 2015.
11:09 AM (3 hours ago)
I CARRY AROUND THE PAIN OF MY DEAREST DEPARTED DAD!
My late dad used to say: “its national tragedy that we came in the West as immigrants to settle and prosper and we are going to die here, away from our place of birth. We are leaving our soul, and spending our last days and dying in these alien yet adopted lands. Anyone who comes here, never or seldom goes back to India; to Punjab. Our children are our precious possession and we are leaving them forever in these nations. They could have been tremendous use to their motherland. When you leave the country for living and for raising children in alien lands, you never come back, your children never return!”
Folks who don’t look back to revisit their birthplace, they have lost or impaired their soul for comforts and I imagine their souls can’ be so dead! I have met hundreds of people who in 1947, migrated from and left today’s Pakistan, for India, they always expressed their desire to visit the streets of their Birth Places. Many of them died with their desire unfulfilled or should we say, they died without redeeming their souls.
My family is all over. We are over 250 people living in the USA alone. I have my cousins living in England and Canada. I have relatives living in Argentina, Hong Kong, Singapore, Nairobi, and Southey Arabia, Kuwait, Thailand, Philippine, Brazil, Argentina, Mexico, Chile, Australia, Germany, Norway and so many other places. We are all prosper and doing and living well. We have professionals, doctors, and attorneys, Engineers, Technical Writers, bankers, Agriculturists, and Innovators in our family. Our family has an international exposure. I have traveled and lived for some times all over India, from North to South and from East to West.
Living abroad, having good time, I still find a vacuum in my soul, something oddly missing, some-strange call for visiting my Birth Place. I have been there many a times. I expressed my feelings about my birthplace in the following poem:
Nostalgic Visit to MY Village
I am caught in a gentle doom, a nostalgic trap of a slow death,
I am shaking the demons of the past, lurking for the stolen kisses,
I am looking at the new faces, and those faces don’t recognize me,
I am talking of the old friends, and those friends have left the town,
And the old alliances, acquaints, and seniors have kicked the bucket,
With my visionary eyes, I reconstruct your lovely dimpled ruddy face,
I am visiting torched souls, flickering dreams and demons of the past,
I am chasing a flying fiend that traverses from past times to present,
How could I recover lost moments from the gurney of indecision!
In my town, with perpetual wash of the tears with rain, I walk tall.
It is my nostalgic walk, that enables me to live abroad with peace,
It is my twisted grace that enables me to kiss my town soil and dirt.
– Dr. Mohindar Singh
And I am one of the example, the loving child of my dad, who gave me the best possible education, wisdom and experience. I still carry around the pain of my dearest departed dad. I miss my dad. (MS)
in Terris Peace and Freedom Award for 2015. VGD magazine: Upon receiving the Terris Peace and Freedom Award for 2015. Master Zen TNH what was your first thought?
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