Much to learn, more to implement in our life. Most of us rich or poor lead a comfortable life without knowing the noble sacrifices our elders have made to build the nation. Hats off. It is simply brilliant. We must learn something very important from Russia. Great Tribute to Martyrs..
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I have seen many beautiful weddings in Rome, Venice, in our Indian temples like Mahalaxmi, Mangeshi but to me what Sudhaji describes is different. Worth emulating. Hope you have taken your children to Happy Home soon after their weddings if not to Shirdi, Sai Niwas or to a War Memorial By the way in which story do parents come to Baba with their new born child?
What was your Bhawarrth? Waiting for your reply. In India, it is done with a great deal of ceremony. In our films, a large number of stories are based upon weddings. It is an occasion where young boys get to meet young girls, old people talk of their ailments and women exhibit their finest jewellery and silk saris.
Recently I was in Moscow, Russia. Moscow city has many war memorials. Russia has won three great wars in its history, which are a source of pride to them. They have built war memorials and erected many statues of the generals who were responsible for the victories. The first war was between Peter the Great and Sweden. The second war was between Tsar Alexander and Napoleon of France.
The third one was against Hitler in World War-2 in There is a huge park in Moscow, known as Peace Park. In the middle of this Peace Park there is a large monument. There is a pillar, and on the pillar the different battles fought by Russia have been mentioned along with dates and places.
The park has beautiful fountains. In the summer, flowers of many colours bloom and the place is a feast for the eyes. In the night it is decorated with lights. Every Russian is proud of this park and it is a spot visited by all tourists. It was drizzling and cold, though it was summer. I was standing under an umbrella and enjoying the beauty. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a young couple. It was apparent that they had just got married.
The girl was in her mid-twenties, slim and blond hair and blue eyes. She was very beautiful. The boy was almost the same age and very handsome.
He was in a military uniform. The bride was wearing a white satin dress, decorated with pearls and pretty laces. It was very long so two young girls were standing behind her holding up the ends of the gown, so it should not be dirtied.
One young boy was holding an umbrella over their heads so that they should not get drenched. The girl was holding a bouquet and the two were standing with their arms linked. It was a beautiful sight. I started wondering why they had come to this park in this rain soon after getting married.
They could have surely gone to a merrier place. I watched as they walked together to the dias near the memorial, kept the bouquet, bowed their heads in silence and slowly walked back.
By now I was very curious to know what was going on. There was an old man standing with them. Every boy in this country has to serve in the military for a couple of years at least. Regardless of his position, he must wear his service uniform for the wedding. Our forefathers have given their lives in various wars Russia has fought.
Some of them we won, and some we lost, but their sacrifice was always for the country. They must ask for their blessings. Love for the country is more important than wedding celebrations. We elders insist on continuing with this tradition whether it be in Moscow, St. Petersburg or any other part of Russia. On the wedding day they have to visit the nearest war memorial. This set me wondering about what we teach our children. Do we Indians have the courtesy to remember our martyrs on the most important day of our lives?
We are busy shopping for saris, buying jewellery and preparing elaborate menus and partying in discos. My eyes filled with tears at the thought and I wished we could learn a lesson from the Russians. Wednesday, 8 July Welcome says Saai Naath.
We stepped off the plane with more than a few questions and lots of concerns. How was US going to treat us? Two retired old persons? For a change this was not a tourist destination. This was going back to the family. Reuniting with it. Yet it was a busy family that we were going back to. Both our son and daughter in law were working. The long que at the immigration gave me plenty of time to chant, Om Krupasindhu, Shree Saainaathay Namah.
The Immigration Officer asked "Purpose of visit? As we exited, we could see a long row of taxis on the opposite side of the road. Vandana went to check whether they were the right ones for us when a stout man approached me. He was from Bihar. He had just dropped someone at the airport and was going home. He reached us home in 20 minutes. Precisely in front of our building. He said he had gone to a college in that area so he knew the place.
We had reached home in the comfort of a Lexus. I felt like Bapugir Bua would have felt! Good question!! We got down at the Raja Shivaji Airport, with too many bags and had just about managed to avoid paying for excess baggage. The Oman Air lady at the Business Class section had ignored our heavy hand baggage, saving us a packet. The Airport Customs staff at the Mumbai airport randomly chose the very same bag which had a Golden Mukut made for Ganapati and the two gold coins gifted to me by my loving Mustafa Sultan staff.
I was sitting quietly chanting Om Krupa Sindhu and had given her the dollars but the Customs staff on their own, picked an older date from my passport and made a nominal charge of 51 dollars which Vandana paid happily. The Customs staff also pointed out and returned a hundred dollars note which I had dropped from my wallet. Outside, no van was available so we took two rickshaws and reached home. We tipped the two drivers happily remembering Sai's advice that everyone's work should be paid for in full and went home.
After many days of packing and sleepless nights in Muscat, we slept like a log. When I got up, I realized that the complementary Oman Air Pouches which we had received were left behind in the rickshaw. That was not a problem except that I had put my late father's shaving set in one of the pouches. That was a great emotional loss which could never have been made up because that was the only inheritance I had retained as his memory.
The phones from well wishers and old friends would not stop. So very little work could be done in Mumbai. One night when we came back home, we found the two pouches delivered to our watchman by the rickshaw driver. In it was my late father's shaving set! Subscribe to: Posts Atom.
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This is a bit sad, as the issue of a war memorial has been as emotive a long standing demand of the veterans as has been OROP. It would have been nice if this too had been fought for with as much righteous angst as has been the dogged struggle for OROP. Notwithstanding that, the announcement by the union cabinet to set right this anomaly is indeed welcome. The notification states that the memorial will honour all martyrs after independence in
NATIONAL WAR MEMORIAL
It was Drizzling and Cold, though it was Summer. She Was Very Beautiful Indeed. It Was a Beautiful Sight. They Must Ask for Their Blessings. Petersburg or any other Part of Russia.
What is the summary of sudha murthy's a wedding in russia?
In that country, it is a tradition for newly married couples to seek blessings of martyr soldiers in war memorials. This is a mark of gratitude. They believe that irrespective of victory or defeat, the martyrs have sacrificed their lives for the country. Therefore, they must seek their blessings once they tie the nuptial knot.
In this story,Sudha Murthy feels very impressed with the cultures of the Russian people of visiting the war memorials near their wedding Hall or wherever it is taking place. She feels very sad that we Indians don't visit the war Memorial or the Amar Javan Jyothi may so that we could sale the Martyrs for the sacrifices they have done for our country. We Indians ate busy buying jewelery and dressed for the wedding but never have we gone to any War Memorial. What is the meaning of recompense injury with justice and recompense kindness with kindness.