Of Nani and 75+ me

It was 6 a.m. and I had just got out of my bed, nani was already up and ready for the day. She usually gets up at around 5 and that too without an alarm bell.
When I ask her about it, pat comes the reply, "umr k sath hojata h khud".

And then throughout the day she is working, preparing special for the day meals or reading newspaper. All this while not a single moment of rest she has. And when she is free, she reads Bhagwat.

Nani is around 80 now and it has been more than 10years since Nana passed away.
(Leave Nani alone, she is different, will tell in the end)
But Nani isn't the only such person, she is just one of the many aged people.

I think of them, do they not feel alone? Do they not miss someone? Do they not want to get their youth and charm back ? Does the thought of approaching death not scare them? How do they find their moments of happiness ? Sitting and staring at the photos doesn't help and nor does the regular pravachans.

Having lead a life of such hustle bustle, does this peace not bite them? The tears they shed, who comes and consoles them then ? Wiping your own doesn't really provide the composure that is desired.

Now i'll tell you and you know it too; the answer to all the above is YES, a biting tearing YES.

Oldies are special, they are passing through the phase that we all will some day. Look at them and the way you are with them, do you expect the same to happen to you ?

See in them not them but someone who has loved you unconditionally with their all might. They may not be as fast as you are but then, they have seen more than you and what love and affection is, they know; because Nani says," ye baal aisei safed ni hue!"

And well, the day isn't really far when you will be stepping in their shoes, do you want to be as alone ?

(Nani meanwhile is busy preparing idli sambhar, tomato soup is for tomorrow.
Meanwhile Confused Genius is busy thinking how she will look when she is as old as Nani because Nani still looks beautiful !!)

Rains, through the Glass

(The while waiting thoughts)

It was just another day and I was off to office. I just had to pick up one of my friends midway and since she was late, I was waiting.

It started raining all of a sudden and I thus had to close all the windows of the car and stop peeping out at the people on the road.
It was raining, and i was just looking nowhere.
And then there was this drop on the car glass that grabbed all my attention.
How immaculately it dripped and ran over the glass till finally it met a pool of other drops.
It was such an individual and then it was so undistinguished. Someone who was not more then one in a melee of others alike.

And then the reality struck, we fight for our survival, hold grudges, demean others, run after materialistic things forgetting about our lives all together.
Success, for us has become a synonym for living. We strive for better to have a better life and not because of the essence of the thing. Education for example is the means to a well paid job, knowledge is of no concern.

Working all the day, we forget to spend time with the ones we are actually working for.
Where is life; nowhere do I see it.
Running so fast to reach our goals, we have actually forgotten how blissful a simple slow walk is.
So sit back and relax, spend time with those who matter.
Because my sister once said a big thing to me, "jab beemar hogi to m hi kaam augi, padhai nai."