The Conscience (C), The Brain (B), The Heart (H)

CBH - Triology 7

C:Why are you both just smirking and sometimes laughing?

B&H:Ha. Ha. Haa … O’my God …We just can’t help it. It looks so … so … we don’t know what to say!

C:What is it?

B:One day in a year. One particular day in a year.

H:Just one day in a year!

B&H:And they call it FATHER’S DAY!

H:As if fathers did not or do not exist on other days!

B:True … on most of the days I am made to think, calculate and work out how to do and carry out work. Where got time to think of father.

H:Yes la. You are paid to do work.

B:Yes … I am paid to think and do the work I am employed for.

C:So I have seen. Day in ,day out you two fellows are so pre-occupied with so many things.

H:So much so I have taken my father and mother for granted.

B: Only father and mother! You and I have taken so many of our family members for granted. Even good friends.

C:That once a year you have to be reminded to remember and sort of rejoice.

H&B:Ya.

C:And made fools of.

B:Made fools of! By whom?

C:Why? By hotels, restaurants, gift shops, sms messages, blah…blah….
They and their advertisements of lunches, dinners, parties, gifts for Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, this day – that day. All commercialised to make money at your expense..

H:And we take the bait.

B:Gullible.

H:So my dear Conscience – are you saying we should not have a Father’s Day or Mother’s Day or any such “day” at all?

C:How emotional … and irrational. I did not say that la!

B:Irrational! Hey! That’s going too far!!!

C:Hold it. Hold it.
Reflect … reflect on the values you grew up with.

B:Values?

C:Yes. Values. You grew from infancy valuing your mum .. cuddling up to her … valuing your dad … as you held on to his hand … Think back … and you will feel.
(After a long pause)

B:Yes. You are right my friend.

B:Agreed. In fact everyday is Mother’s day. Everyday is Father’s day.

H:After all we remember them and pray for them everyday. Don’t we?

C:Don’t you? Hmmm…..

B:O’ stop that sarcasm.

H:And as if you remember mom and dad everyday!

C:Right! You have come my way now.

H&B:??

C:You see fellows…over the years I saw and felt the pain and pang mothers and fathers suffer through till they die.
Then when news reaches the kids that mom has died … the tears … the remorse … the obituaries … All done on this world – for this world to see.

B:And in the next world or next re-incarnation?

H:I feel pain. I miss my mom and dad.

B:What is your problem? They live just a short bus journey away.

H:And I have not visited them for over two weeks.

B:Busy-busy … just like me!

C:That is when I used to come in. I would prick.

B:Ya … I remember.

C: And who took advantage of it? Not the person I as his conscience pricked.

B:Ya. I get you. The commercial world took advantage of it. All for money … money … money.

H:And the sentimental bloke I am, I fell for it. The cards, the sms, the gifts, the this and the that.

C:Do it … it is okay if you have the cash to spare. But communicate WITH FEELINGS. Not just by forwarding a wordy, romantic sms already sent by so many like you to their mom or day. You think they don’t know.

B:So … what is your message my conscience?

C:Aaah … think … reflect … and you will understand.

H:I do now. Everyday is Mother’s Day. Everyday is Father’s Day.

C:Yessss ,,, because everyday is GOD’s day …

B&H:Thank you Conscience. Thank you!

C:Good for you and better for your mom and day.
“Matha, Pitha, Guru, Theivam.”

B:I think I know what you just said.

H:Ai … I don’t know la. Tell me.

C:Find out.