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It is very prudent that the conscience of the world is constantly expanding. The planet wearily is setting out only trepidations amongst its dwellers. This very thought of dread holds strong even the common sailor’s mind for him to skim safely all through his journey despite the dexterous technological developments in this world. I take a pause here to think deeply what are going on in anile’s and senile’s minds?? It is very difficult even for a techno-savvy to figure out the roots of their thoughts.
Yes, when we talk of racial discrimination against Indians in many parts of the world, what is the name of that we are doing to our father’s and grand father’s?? Is it not racial discrimination more precisely discrimination under grounds of age…?? By all means there is a new kind of disease rampant in the universe “The increasing old age homes in India”. Is there not legal philosophy so as to reduce the sprouting old age homes as to how we have quota system to almost everything in our country? To my astonishment I found there are no acts to control this. The glass is empty. As mercury soars in summer, the numbers of old age homes are in a peak. That’s why I chose this space with this language as a blurb to express my ambivalence and spread the feel of ancestral aroma around…
Perhaps it is time to reassess the capricious ideas in our mind about “old age”. Old age is generally characterized by delicacy, fragility, decrepitude, loss of appetite, loss of interest; feel of neglecting, emotional vociferation, loss of memory, tumultuous health, and existential strain running through the volume of each and every nerve that makes them feel the business of living is a tough going. It is that feeling of isolation rather a mere feel of as most of us say “It is what they feel for themselves. We don’t really ignore them”. For people who utter this take a break place your hands on your heart pledge for yourself
1. Don’t you ignore them?
2. Do you give them the respect we ought to give them?
3. Do we have patience to sit by their side, lend our helping hands and listen to their words?
“No. No. No”. A vehement outcry from my side!!!
The apparent causes being a larger number of underlying problems very intense and deep. Is the lack of family bonding, lack of supporting family structures, increasing pressure to perform in this competitive world, changes in domestic structures, germinating nuclear families with all family members working 10/6 a week makes ourselves overwrought that we spread the same kind of depressed butterflies to all of them around us??
At this juncture a barrage of doubts cloud around me!!! As old people are more vulnerable to the vicissitudes how are we going to handle the pressure??? As their children, their grand children, I feel that we remain a bit passive while we are not able to shield them and give them their Swaraj! As I try to run down the memory lane unfolding the pages of the souvenir when you were a child! Sit back!! Think!!!
When you were unable to eat and they had to feed you! When they came running to lift you when we fell down wantedly or slipped unknowingly! When failure was the only reality each and every time you tried to walk, talk, read! Simplest but commonest riding a bicycle to fulfilling your hardest but rarest dreams, the care they took to nurture you along with your dreams! Their words which gave you re-birth to your mind when it was in dismay. Their love when you feared to face the world. The legacy of any language can’t explain it. In the contrary those actions have no words they just stand as swoosh of sword play in every child’s heart. They did not just love us; they loved us with our feelings, aims, aspirations, and emotions almost for their entire life. It depends on the child to fair play the heroism of his/her parents. Nothing comes without hard work.
Just take your mind off the souvenir now. A small historical incident to make you understand what great people of India followed and we don’t. Mrs.Sudha Murthy a post graduate from IISC, a successful academician before associating herself with Infosys worked for the Telco, now Tata Motors where she was the first lady candidate to work in the factory’s shop floor. She had to resign her job owing to the reasons that Mr. Narayana Murthy was starting a new company and she had to shift to Pune. She met JRD Tata and expressed her grief of leaving Telco. JRD asked, “What will you do when you are successful?” She replied, “Sir we don’t know if we’ll be successful”. JRD replied, “Never start with diffidence. Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. Wish you al the best”.
When the uncrowned king of Indian Industry was so considerate about giving back to society something, we guys never do a justice to our parents compared to what they did to us. Throwing some light into the scenario that exists in a family today
A school going child is a jockey itself riding its mind horse to win a race.
A teen ager is worried about his/her girl/boy friend not messaging/talking with heads hung down, eyes straining through the screen of the mobile, ears constantly tracking the sound of the ring tone for the incoming messages and hands busily pressing the key pad and mind engaged in some insane thoughts.
A mother worried about the missed episode in a daily soap or the episode she is going to miss the next day where she’ll miss the track of story or the next door woman’s new designer saree being better than hers.
A father tallies his accounts in MSExcel and deeply engaged in his work forgetting what’s going on in the rest of the world. When an old man/woman tries to talk to any person in the above categories failure is the reality.
But, was this the way we were brought up? Didn’t our parents take part in each and every smallest change they found in us? Correct the faltering steps which we laid?
Be true and humble to only your heart, need not even show it to the person next to you. Don’t you have time merely few minutes to shower love just a bit a very small bit of love on the quondam person near you, the person who gave birth to you/ or your caring husband/ beautiful wife/responsible dad/loving mom. The only way to reduce the epidemic which is refusing to respond to any medicine is to use the casual and usual lines of love and say though not true, though not deep from heart “I care for you and you are important to me” to a heart that longs for love and affection being given it to all in the earlier stages and when it is time get it back... Let the movement of your lips this time serve a good cause. Please do thrust some smile into it. The umbrella formed by your smile may shelter that person even though you don’t realize it.
This one way to make the clouds around me bring good rain and not acid rain that leaches away the beauty is just find time once in a day 15 minutes sit beside your dad/mom/grand mom/grand dad, take their hands into yours caressingly any say “I LOVE YOU” (don’t forget to force yourself with the conditions mentioned above). Be a patient listener. Listen to their queries though you don’t really listen to them, just nod your head. That will bring in trust and confidence in their minds. Care for them sympathetically. Show them your affection and prove that you value them. Feel them they are not desolated by showing your empathy. Learn to handle their emotions in terms of set backs and adopt a positive frame of mind in front of them. Never degrade their habits or rebuke their actions. Impart in them audacity, imbibe temerity through your words. They are in their second child phase. This is a gift of nature to all humans. Have a broad mind to bow and submit you to the pitch…
Abiding an adage “You change no man unless he tries and changes himself” Reading the spate of words here I don’t expect all to become Mahatma’s but they for sure are not going to live long, give them a peaceful death. Don’t gun them with a slug that slush’s the remaining scrimpy quantity of blood in their veins. Do remember that right actions in the future are the best apologies for the mistakes done in the future.
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