What a Sunday I have been through.It took me through all the stages of life ,almost.
Planned a visit to see one of my aunts, aged 90, in Mumbai .It was after a long time I actually saw her in person, apart from a few exchanges on phone. As a part of the daily routine , we are so immersed in our work and other scheduled and unscheduled work , apart from the social media engagements one has with no protocol, leading us into mundane corridors of life.Little do we realise the value of people who struggled for us, expressed concern and gave unconditional love .They are a few miles away, and we have to struggle to meet up with them.They are at an age where movements become restricted and a place like Mumbai and in the rains , its almost solitary confinement.
What amazed me was the spirit.She was glowing at that age, happy and a smile that flashed across he wrinkled face , silver and white hair that made me feel ashamed of myself, and the candid confession of honestly having missed me and my family.It had no strings attached.The daily routine of meditation , a small closet next to her that she expressed was her assets , and just the touch and blessings made you feel so good. I was wondering, if at all , we could reach that age would we have that outlook, that health and cheer that reflected in every inch of her spirit.
Moving from there came to meet my grandson, aged 3.5 years , which was a surprise call for him.This was when he ,least expected us to be there , and thereafter it was a riot.The little hands that he uses to cup your face, the fond kisses he sets up on your face, even on the receding headline , and the acrobatics he does , using you as a prop , rejuvenates you much more than an expensive spa treatment .The sheer delight on his face, the eagerness to download so many moments in his life to us in that short span, excited about his schooling experiences,the toy cars which he breathes daily, and of course just wanting your total undivided attention for him leaving aside everything else. Genuine , true, selfless, love I would say. It makes it so difficult to part , that he is aware you will return back ,and he doesn't want to leave you.Makes it more difficult for his parents as well.Telling him the truth, however , makes it easier for all , though difficult to put across.
Moving on in this transit of 24 hours ,coming over back home at Pune , and moving to see your aged in-Laws, recuperating and fighting their age , unable to express what they want and yet probably going through a huge battle inside,which has restricted them totally .Being dependent on us and immobile, must be a torture.Quantum of food intake, the type of food , the medications to make them comfortable and the inability to tackle the phones and lack of hearing that makes you feel flustered.We tackle a lot of challenges in the youth and growing years, but the strength and agility is on our side.These challenges in the later years , where we fight with low physical strength and maximum mental health is miles different. If that mental health is failing us then ...........it's a real test of fate.
Shifting horizons from morning to evening, some delightful and others kind of helpless situation , which seems a bit beyond our control.Meta physical strength, divine intervention , is what takes you through, when every measurable , physically and mentally doable option fails .
Life is made of pages that exist in this universe, where each one of us comes in to script a screenplay and enact our roles, to make it a blockbuster or a flop.Be it the first half or second half the movie has to run full length, 70mm. stereophonic , Dolby sound et al. This will be eternal and nobody is responsible for the story you write and live by.
Planned a visit to see one of my aunts, aged 90, in Mumbai .It was after a long time I actually saw her in person, apart from a few exchanges on phone. As a part of the daily routine , we are so immersed in our work and other scheduled and unscheduled work , apart from the social media engagements one has with no protocol, leading us into mundane corridors of life.Little do we realise the value of people who struggled for us, expressed concern and gave unconditional love .They are a few miles away, and we have to struggle to meet up with them.They are at an age where movements become restricted and a place like Mumbai and in the rains , its almost solitary confinement.
What amazed me was the spirit.She was glowing at that age, happy and a smile that flashed across he wrinkled face , silver and white hair that made me feel ashamed of myself, and the candid confession of honestly having missed me and my family.It had no strings attached.The daily routine of meditation , a small closet next to her that she expressed was her assets , and just the touch and blessings made you feel so good. I was wondering, if at all , we could reach that age would we have that outlook, that health and cheer that reflected in every inch of her spirit.
Moving from there came to meet my grandson, aged 3.5 years , which was a surprise call for him.This was when he ,least expected us to be there , and thereafter it was a riot.The little hands that he uses to cup your face, the fond kisses he sets up on your face, even on the receding headline , and the acrobatics he does , using you as a prop , rejuvenates you much more than an expensive spa treatment .The sheer delight on his face, the eagerness to download so many moments in his life to us in that short span, excited about his schooling experiences,the toy cars which he breathes daily, and of course just wanting your total undivided attention for him leaving aside everything else. Genuine , true, selfless, love I would say. It makes it so difficult to part , that he is aware you will return back ,and he doesn't want to leave you.Makes it more difficult for his parents as well.Telling him the truth, however , makes it easier for all , though difficult to put across.
Moving on in this transit of 24 hours ,coming over back home at Pune , and moving to see your aged in-Laws, recuperating and fighting their age , unable to express what they want and yet probably going through a huge battle inside,which has restricted them totally .Being dependent on us and immobile, must be a torture.Quantum of food intake, the type of food , the medications to make them comfortable and the inability to tackle the phones and lack of hearing that makes you feel flustered.We tackle a lot of challenges in the youth and growing years, but the strength and agility is on our side.These challenges in the later years , where we fight with low physical strength and maximum mental health is miles different. If that mental health is failing us then ...........it's a real test of fate.
Shifting horizons from morning to evening, some delightful and others kind of helpless situation , which seems a bit beyond our control.Meta physical strength, divine intervention , is what takes you through, when every measurable , physically and mentally doable option fails .
Life is made of pages that exist in this universe, where each one of us comes in to script a screenplay and enact our roles, to make it a blockbuster or a flop.Be it the first half or second half the movie has to run full length, 70mm. stereophonic , Dolby sound et al. This will be eternal and nobody is responsible for the story you write and live by.
Real neat!!! It sure must have been a roller coaster ride of a day! Loved having u guys come by!
ReplyDeleteTrue beta......insights!!!Shook me up a lot ......still feeling the tremors on a low intensity seismic plane:)
DeleteNice, Bipin!
ReplyDeleteEmotions & concerns when meeting the very old are greatly different from those when meeting the very young. Of course, the invariable emotion is LOVE!