Abandoned

A lot of time people have told me, dude you are so “feeling less” and I actually agree to it…

My family says when I am seeing TV it seems as if a “zinda lash” (sic) is sitting even while watching a comedy show or cartoon...  Yeah that’s true...

Someone might be crying in front of me and I start laughing

I know that is rude but I can't help it!

And surely I make fun of all those bitter sweet love stories.

Yes I am feeling less!

But not totally.

There is one thing, just one thing, which can make me cry at any instant.

Old people.

Old age homes.

And MY GRANDFATHER.

Show me a picture of an old man or talk about them and tears start rolling down.

I see movies with an old man (for instance Munaa Bhai MBBS gave his first “jaadu ki jhappi” to this old sweeper in the hospital… just in case you remember) no matter what… my heart becomes heavy.

The very thought my Dadu is getting old and might not live long breaks me. I wish meri umaar unko lag jaye!
I know he loves me the most and I love him even more.

So I thought of writing on old age homes.

I never thought I would take up such a topic to write on, that too on my  2^nd blog but with shows like Satyamev Jayate on air, Sunday’s have become inspiring.

There are a few things that once read/heard/seen always stay in our minds no matter what…

Such is a story which I read in 3^rd grade, probably, in a small magazine which moved me completely and I haven’t forgotten it till now:

A family of grandparents, parents and a 9 year old boy  served food to the grandparents in separate plates made of mud.

One fine day the boy asks his mother, why are dadaji and dadi served in these plates?
The mother replied that they are old and cannot take care of these costly plates in which we eat and might break them so they eat in different plates.

Next morning the mother sees the boy making something out of mud. She goes upto him and inquires.

The boy simply answers”Mom I am making plates for you and dad, when you both get old”

This is a personal one:

Close to the house where I spent my childhood, was a recreational centre for the old.

One fine morning there is news that someone abandoned  an old lady with a bag outside the centre thinking that it was an old age home.

I was so shocked!

I pitied the old lady.

How lucky she was, wasn’t she?   To have a child who threw her outside an old age home.

They spend all their life’s raising you up, taking care of you when you are sick, answering all your stupid irritating questions and this is how you repay them?
Throwing them into old age homes?

These homes are some kind of a trend these days.

Children think having old people at home is annoying.

You cannot go out to have “fun”.

There is lack of privacy.

You need to take care of them.

So putting them in an old age home is an easy way out.

If this is so then there should be KID AGE HOME too…?

So that parents can throw their children there because they want privacy, they wanna have “fun!”

We are responsible for our own life and how we treat someone as, it is a cycle of cause and effect.

What you give will come back to you.

It is KARMA.

Toh kam se kam KARMA se darke toh apne budhe maa baap ka sahara baan jao!

What we are today is because of the sacrifices our parents made earlier. Love them; respect them.

I don’t ask you to take care of me like I took care of you.

I don’t ask you to buy me everything like I did for you.

I don’t ask you to cry in my grief like I cried for you.

I don’t ask you to answer all my questions like I did for you.

I don’t ask you to love me like I still love you.

I don’t ask you for all you time but a minute of the day would not harm.

All I ask for is your same smiling face looking at me

And that glow in your eyes, son, which told me I was important to you, which told me I would be loved, always…