*C'est la vie*! *Life*!

On Thursdays the MBC - Mauritius Braodcasting corporation - spares us Hindi movies. At least on Channel 3. The Hindi movie is still run, but on MBC 1. On MBC 2 they give you at least 4 time reruns of the same movie every year. This Thursday was the second rerun for Edwards Scissor Hands. I like the movie but there was better on Channel 3. My favourite émission. ça se discute. It literally means "It is discussed." It's a French Program.

Does enjoying this program tell something about me? Am starting to wonder. It's such a sad program really. The themes are almost never fun. Children with incurable diseases. Suicide. Murder. Always tragic and sad. This week's too was no different. Family problems were discussed. All families have problems you'll tell me. I know. Still it was really painful listening to what some of the invités had to say.

There was this 15years old girl who had a lot to say about her father. she does neither consider nor think of him as her father. She does not call him Daddy, Dad, Papa. She doesn't call him at all since they do not speak to each other. When talking about him she says "the genitor". She says she doesn't hate him. No. She just does not feel anything for him. that's indifference and believe me, its worst that hate. The father seems to feel the same too about her. Or is it not feel instead?...

She says the genitor never ever held her, never kissed her, never hugged her, never talked to her. as far as she can recall. The mother is sitting next to her and quietly nods from time to time. She's contemplating divorce, the mother. She says hubby is never gonna change. When asked whether the situation has been going on for long, how long she'd been married and how come she stayed with hubby, she said it's been going on for too long. She's been married 17 years and she always had the hope that things would eventually change and that she'd just e in denial. Now she's leaving with her daughters. Yes, she has two girls. But Dad is fine with the younger one. The mother says its ironic because her elder daughter is so much like the father. same height, same coloring, same passions, same everything. I personally don't know but maybe that's where the problems lays, what do you say?

The mother narrates an anecdote. She and the kids went to her parents for a couple of weeks. The father was there at la gare de train to pick them up. He nodded at the mother, kissed the little girl and proceed. The elder daughter might as well have not existed. I almost cried. There's nothing as bad as being royally ignored like that and be looked through.

Another guy told the audience about how he'd had DNA tests conducted to find out whether BOTH his parents, were actually his parents. He felt unrelated to them.

Such thinks make you think. they make you grateful for your family. make you grateful for each smile exchanged. They make you realise how much you've come to take your family's love for granted. They make you appreciate the family in question. They make you think about voicing out your feelings and telling your loved ones how much they mean to you. They make you strong enough to show your need for them.

 And what is fear of need but need itself?

Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

(Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet)

 A family is all about loving and fightingand making up and fighting and making up and loving. there are six of us. Four sisters and two rothers. Fight we do. Always. it's fun. And when it'll rain someday, I'll be assured that someone will be there to stand the rain with me.

My recent coup de coeur is for Neil's blog. Heather, thanks a lot. I enjoyed his Too Skinny post tremendously. Reading it finally made realize how much I love me. :-) The curves, the fat, the round cheeks, the Bee-hind (hehehe!) I love it all!

Here's MOI!

BTW, everybody go check Neil's last post. He has a certain problem in the bedroom department. ;-)

Suley, no one would play xylophone on MY chest!

Bon Week end!