Conceive B-4 You Deed!

A room filled with all types of medicated instruments. A white bedspread covered the bed at that room. A strange smell swirled everywhere within that room which appeared like a smell of death to a new-comer. The very light beep sound put the fear of god in us. People with white coat roamed hither and thither giving no information about what was going on inside and about the level of status. During visitor’s hour, people panicked and breezed in with tears on their eyes. Seeing the faces around everywhere in that room, heart beats went even faster than it was before, some with a very less chance of hope and other with fifty-fifty chance and others with a very less mental power. When people get to see some faces, discomfort in breathing gets into action and they frighten them off.

In such a frightful condition, a lady slumbered very silently combating against the death for herself and for little baby inside her. She knew nothing about what is coming about around. People prayed outside for good results. The lady inside bode in a calm condition.

Clocks rushed out! It is 11 at night. Eyes opened! Consciousness made to sense things around and so the fear ran down the spinal cord! Yelling’s started to ascend! People with white coat ran with their instruments. The lady was out crying of unendurable pain. The lady was locomoted in a stretcher to the operation theatre and the lights were switched on. A red light outside the theatre gleamed bright restraining the entry of strangers which panicked people into a frightful state.

Of all people outside, a particular person remained silent and stiff closing his eyes tightly and fingers crossed. He was actually that lady’s hubby. His prayers started to go higher and higher and his heart beat was faster and faster. This went on ascending. His eyes closed even more tightly. Tears broke out from those very tightly closed eyes. When it was about to hit the floor, a very big crying sound was heard. He opened his eyes. The reflex motion of his eyebrows revealed his surprise and he turned to the door, the red lights were stopped gleaming. He relocated slowly towards the door and saw his wife twinkling her eyes slowly and the nurse laved the blood painted baby. He just leaned on the door and cried with a romance and joy. He made an entrance into the room very slowly like a tortoise and breezed her name near her ear. Her pupil started to hasten in a hit and miss manner and concluded its motion by finding her hubby who knelt near her bed with tears. She lifted her hand by degrees to touch him but when she cognized that it was already inside her hubby’s hand she cried. In spite of her distress she made to bloom over the smile on his face by giving his cheek a playful squeeze.  They saw their baby which has stepped into this world. They loved it; they kissed it, they brought it up by teaching graciousness, kindness, etc.

The lady still was gawking about her gravidity and of how she gave a birth to child, how she bore the pain, how she brought her child up! Ideate a teen agers hand till elbow from the tip of the middle finger; it is nothing but a new born baby’s length. It is a thing to be gawked, isn’t it? Wouldn’t the skin tear as it booms? Wouldn’t the blood flow out as it augments? It is exactly a thing to be awed, isn’t it? The lady’s love pitched bit by bit in every stage of her child.

And now it has reached its teen age and so it develops virtuousness by itself. To be clear it’s just a false virtuousness! Teen-age follows marry-age and so the love steps in! But there are some people who made their way in a profitable manner which seemed to be very rare. ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop!’ the most satisfactory proverb for todays teen agers. They sit tight without any useful work to be done and so mind wavers everywhere, fly’s and gets seated in some unwanted areas. So the problem sets in! It is endorsed for every teen ager to inculcate the habit of indulging in bringing about innovative ideas so that they could evade some danger addictions like smoking, drinking, xxx, yyy which is of no need in one’s life. Teen agers always love to marry as soon as they step in 18 without thinking about the duties that they have to do. Marriage, love, girls, boys, outing, dating, chatting, meeting, quitting, beating, fighting, rating etc. Surprised? These words regulates teen agers formally by travelling into them with their permission. And it whacks out the thought of lending ears to parents words, bending accordingly to their words, spending time with them. How many of the adolescents do it! 

“Parents”…. Sounds very light! For teens…

“Father”…. Sounds better than before! For teens…

“Mother”… Sounds even better than before! For teens…

Have you ever moved your thoughts to some other’s point of view? “Yes”, a juvenile person answered “to my girl’s point of view or to my boys”. Have anyone said to my mom’s point of view or to my dad’s. May be it’d have occurred but very rare.  For instance if a stripling chats online with his/her closed one and if he/she is deputed by a work, the very first reaction is that their face turns red ending up in out crying and disputes. It’d have been a better scene if they had taken up the jobs deputed to them. Even the job delegated is small it would boom in appearance to adolescents. So for each and every work if they show their faces what the mom who had brought her baby out with hell a lot of pain would opine?

Just ideate! You are a baby shaking your hands and legs crying as if you made an entrance into hell and your parents see you crying and they make you halt crying. You are now 6 year old baby and cry for toy hanging outside a fancy shop and your parents see you crying and they halt it by buying that toy for you. You are now 10 year old boy. You shout at your mom for not giving money you demanded for. Your mom would think ‘OMG! Why is he/she talks like this? I didn’t go wrong anywhere in bringing up this child I guess! I saw his/him crying one day and I’m seeing his/him out crying’. You are now 16 year old stripling. You out cry at your mom without any reason and rush out. Your mom would think again the same. Just envisage of a dog towards which you look after with utmost care from the day one of its birth. And if it bites you one day what would you think? You would either whack it out or you would scathe it in some other ways. Now ideate as you the dog and your mother the person who upkeeps you. If u bite her what would be her state? Would it be fine? But the most lovable part of life is that a mom wouldn’t even think of whacking her child out!

It would take just few minutes to call on the carpet or conceive. If a very great dazzling inventions if harms the inventor it’d be cruel part in one’s life. One day you going to be one’s wife or husband and that day you’ll cognize the pain, the power, the love, the grace that a mom had for you. You would also cognize as if you had missed those days of happiness and joy. Mom scolded and so upset! Dad scolded and so upset! Have you ever spent an instant to think the reason for those scolding’s? Have you ever hunted for the hidden mistakes inside you? If this becomes possible, adolescent period would be comfortable enough and happy forever.  SO JUST CONCEIVE BEFORE YOU DEED! She is not just mom! He is not just dad! THEY ARE M-O-O-O-O-O-O-M AND D-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-D!

The distress she had! The distress he had!

The distress she has! The distress he has!

The distress she would have! The distress he would have!

It must be sensed by us! It would reappear to us one day!

If you cognize your mistakes in stripling age, you would find yourself more satisfied at your higher ages.