A Case for a Virtual Family

Humans confront two paths:

wait
until you’re able to win someone over

Or kill your dream and move on.

But for those whose hearts are bruised when partly healed,
an option it is
to superimpose their desires
on to a computer screen.

Create your spouse, your child, and extend the family if you wish,
or take back a piece.

Name them. Beautify them. Give them voice.

Add music as you arrange dinner plates
while your virtual husband comes out of bathroom,

or put your baby to sleep with a lullaby
of your own voice or of a celestial fairy.

Yes, the joy of having a cyber-family is akin to taking delight in viewing a moving train
with the press of a button–
a return to the world of a child who seems to take toys for real.

Don’t mind the limitations.

While innovations keep pace with our demands,
overcome the reluctance to desperately seek peace in them
who deprive you of it,
and seek comfort in imagination concretized in another world.

Our hopes hinge on engineers, on providers of infrastructure,
on tech companies, on tech guys–
the rest we’ll manage as we embrace our cyber reality.

A Case for a Virtual Family

A Family Bond: Devotion versus Consumerism

Family MattersA family is founded when commitment triumphs over
the cleverly vile logic of sexual compatibility.
And the heart refuses to keep tenants:
couples realize they’re Humans!

and it is products—a cloth, a shoe, a toilet tissue —
that are gracefully suited for return,
vindicating the trust in a consumer’s sense of satisfaction.

A family then is “felt” when there is no complaint of boredom
with an existing relationship, whose bloom survives a partner’s death.
In this family, the child gets the lesson in willing sacrifice;
where the meaning of “bond” is seen beyond
its epistemological veil, since this is the bond
that the members have cemented and ably sustained,
unlike quick-fix solutions based on exigencies.

And that’s why in such a family, a wife can wait anxiously
for her husband who has been languishing for decades
as a prisoner of war in the foe’s jail:
and it is not the loss of delightful nights that she broods over,
but her’s husband’s safety. And there, unfortunately, might be people
who label her willing devotion “female subjugation”,
since to them it is predominantly
the loss of a night companion.

Family, indeed, matters as it can work both ways,
depending on what brings the couple together:
love or mere lust; commitment or convenience.
And the difference manifests here:
children might behave as tortoises that shut themselves off
when a tragedy hits the family;
and they might appear as swords
that out of sheaths assert themselves to slay adversities.

The minor nuisances, of course, I know of such extreme bonds
when crazily you eat, upon a flurry of insistences
and receive a thousand instructions on safety,
or in a foreign land you receive a call from parents who ask:
“Have you put on a warm jacket?”
And when you go back home, the neighbors—the extended family–
dare ask: “What’s for me?”

I love Indian family!

Source: “Family Matters” (anthology), Nivasini Publishers, 2013

 

A Family Bond: Devotion versus Consumerism