A fair deal…!

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I’d love your presence in times of woe
I love the way you looked at me
Also at times when you try to let show,
Impishly, that you’re not looking at me

I love the memories lingering around
I love the happiness coming through
With equal happiness they make me astound
That, despite hazards, we made us grew

We can feel us today, though we are farther
We hope and wish to come close again
When for a second time we can walk together
Some miles of togetherness to waive off the strain

We hope to have it mesmerizing this time
Rejuvenating the vacuum with the air of emotions
I’ll strive and struggle, to clean the grime
And to harvest memories of care and passion

But a guarantee is pre-requisite from you too
It’s an oath, an assurance, and it’s a fair deal
That, if you’ll see me from outside your view
We’ll make it possible and I promise we will…

An Escape from Sinning

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A thought hit my brain the other day. My state of mind went devastating then after, when more thoughts started provoking instinctively. I have a friend, Udbhav (Yudi – as he likes to be called) and this person for me is a privilege to be with. The reason is just because I’m a man of thoughts and words and so is he. Naturally, there is quite some dissimilarity between the two of us in addition to the lot of similarities that we share. Our wavelength matches, indeed and we like to exchange talks with each other, incidentally. But the thing is, he at times… (Leave it…. Let me keep the naughty criticism for some other day.) Anyhow, getting back to the point is the demand of my writing this. So, owing to the reason that Yudi and I moreover think tangentially, the thought that I was talking about was a must to be spoken to him. He agreed to it, he showed me how he sees it and likewise. We had a long discussion. But ultimately, we became a melancholy. Below here, I’m trying to pen down all that cropped in our minds and all that we spell bound into words.

“Oldies”, as the opposite age address them. And not just the opposite age i.e. the younger age group of Homo sapiens address the poor old parents, grandpas and grannies, worst still, even the other oldies who are at good enough fortune to spend their latter years with loved ones, also do release a hypocritical sigh off their so proud hearts, “Oh Lord, that’s so sad of MR. or Mrs. XYZ to stay in an old age home!”. YES, it is so bloody sad indeed, my heart roars in despair. Anyhow, more of whom I’m sad at are not these “fortunate oldies”, but the opposite age, the younger humanly creatures. I’m too a young man, just 25 years of age. And I frequently find me questioning myself that can nothing be done? And even more that I’m annoyed with are the sons and daughters of these poor old people. They are parents. They deserve respect. They should be treated well. They should be held hands with to cross the road of their life which has stepped into its final stage. Soon they would be gone too far to bother us and our busy lives. Why do children forget so easily that their parents are the ones who once had the kids sit on their shoulders and had shown them the world, had taught them how to talk, how to eat, how to differentiate between the good and the bad, it’s them who had bartered their all happiness with circumstances just to buy one smile on their innocent children’s faces. Our parents are the ones who brought us into existence owing to their physical, chemical and biological composition reacting together with added flavor of love and hope to have a new little addition into the family; but they never expected that the same little addition will grow bigger and one day will do exactly the opposite. They welcomed the newcomer but they’ll eventually become just a leftover like worn-out goods that do nothing more than spoiling the decorum of the house. We all young people need to realize that our parents are the ones who had supported our imbalanced steps when we were shifting from crawling to walking. And that we have to return it by supporting their trembling steps that have become fatigued with old age. We have to return everything that they have given us, have to reciprocate to all that they did for us. If we sit to count, can we even list out the number & kinds of sacrifices that our parents have given away just like that, with no grudge or complaint in heart?

Do they not deserve any respect? Are their hearts not willing to be enlightened for once before their light of life fuses off? Must they not receive concern of the society? Would they not have contributed anything to the society for having the society spell bounded to make them feel pathetic? There can’t be literally anything worse in this world than to be unwanted, to be left out, to be neglected, to be ignored, to be disregarded and to be left for the pitiful mercy which doesn’t serve any good at an age which has been the result of a long struggling and juggling life. And it sounds so oblivious to hear the counter arguments of some bold and practically advanced young hearts to this. Also like expressed in films many a times, children reply to their parents, “what special have you done for us, you’ve done nothing special but just followed the normal trend and have behaved like what normally parents are supposed to. You gave us birth, agreed, and hence, it was your duty to raise us, and so u did. What’s the big deal, I’ve grown up now and I’ve got my own family, I have priorities that are conflicting with your expectation of my support now.”

I know it isn’t the same case all over. However, my acclaim is that why is it at all prevalent. I agree that all parents do raise their children in the best possible way. So our parents in individual are nothing special neither have they done any different. But the fact is that “Parents” in general are special people. That whole community is a blessing and Godly. Had they given importance to setting their priorities in an ascending manner starting from their personal space, good lifestyle and individualism set at the top and sacrifices or compromises for us on the descending lines; how would it have been? Anyways, this much is an enough philosophical explanation to highlight the importance of parents and how much respect do they deserve by us as well as in the society.

It is merely cruel to disregard their presence in our lives and leave them to old age homes, and ultimately let them be just a pitiable piece for the world to call it their misfortune. But this is not going to be the end. What goes around comes around, is the rule of life. That is how nature justifies the bad with worse and good by better in form of returns and receivables. Life is a building and age is the staircase. No matter what way we climb up, we’ll have to climb down the same stairs. Age of a person grows like a tree. As the tree gets older, it starts bending downwards again to the same soil. And so is going to happen to all of us. We grow up from a child to adult and adulthood then transforms to old age. Like we made it from crawling to running, we again will have slithering steps as we will get older. And we will then realize how much of support do we need from our children. It will all appear then just as a fast flash of yesterday’s events when we had exchanged our child’s wet portion of the bed with our dry portions just so that the little gift of God sleeps without any disturbance and that when it wakes up in the morning, it can give us that one heart-winning smile, that single smile which was worth any big sacrifice and which used to give us the strength to fight the whole bloody world without an itch. We readily used to wake up at the midst of nights with loud cries of our baby or just to check the diapers.

After such a flashback of occasions of care and concern for our children, reality will hit us in the face to realize that now we’ve grown older and when we cough at night while asleep, our grown up children are terribly disturbed whilst in their sleep. And that we are shown no concern, instead, we are looked upon with an evil eye. And when it comes as the limit of such pitiful tolerances, someday, our so loved children will nicely drive us in their cars to our final destination where there are many like us. One house full of countless stories of grief like ours! What a strike back of nature! Would we not realize then, how we had been with our parents or grand parents? Yes we would, and then we would realize one more thing, “I should have anticipated this, because what goes around comes around.” While our stay in such an old age house amongst the RESPECTED Sr. Citizens of the society, our eyes will then hunt for the gone moments. We as a matter of fact, will then not feel sad for our children reacting in that manner; rather, we will just pity our parents and all those parents who were treated likewise.

We, once upon a time, while raising our children, had compromised on an office wear or a dinner outside or a movie, because it was more necessary to let “my kid” attend the school picnic. Overall, what I’m transitioning on to say is that we, the young people of the society will have to take a strong step towards stopping more old age homes being created. And that is to be done not by donating our possible perks with generosity to the aid of old people trying their survival in old age homes, but by trying to demolish this structure entirely. As a matter of fact, mostly old age homes are not opened by trusts and associations to only show their charitable concern towards the slob of society, but moreover, such inaugurations hide a lot of business-kind and selfish motives behind. The donations received by such trusts do not even genuinely reach to the actual receivers. Not that in all cases that such happens; there also subsist authentic institutions in the society trying to do all good for the betterment of the living beings; however, there are quite some that make the maximum business out of other people’s charity. Hence, instead being a donor, I would call for the conscience of all young and affordable ones amongst us that we take a step further by not encouraging more openings of such old age homes.

Erstwhile, there weren’t any of such structures and bodies governing the happy or grieved feelings/emotions of elderly humans, today there are quite many and eventually, tomorrow there will be as many that all of us young people will not be surprised to have our children filling up forms in trying to accommodate us in one of the old age homes. Let us discourage opening of new bodies like that and save our future and our old age. Let us take care of our responsibilities. Let us return our parents with all the goodies that they have showered upon our lives. It’s them because of whom we are successful and proud people today. Let us make them feel proud on us rater than we just priding our own. Let us delight their old spirits. Let us receive their good blessings for a better society, for a better future, for a better world and for a better place FOR ALL to stay in. Let us be undivided form our parents and our responsibilities towards them. Let us all do small adjustments for a big achievement at heart. We know it is not going to be a tough job. Do we not make adjustments and do compromises in other relationships viz. friends, girlfriends, wives etc. Then why not can we walk a step towards at least satisfying if not enchanting our parents. May we not prefer living together because of lifestyles that might differ, but we at least make proper arrangements for our parents to live independently; not in old age homes of course. If every son or daughter stands up with a firm mind and heart, there’ll be no old age home in the society. And we will leave a good impression, we’ll teach a good lesson, we’ll set a good example for the coming generations. In return, we will be able to expect from our children. And while it is the sunset time, we will be happy to think of our life’s graph and hence, we’ll be in real sense sad to die and depart. But, in fact, we will die merrily.

I’m not a preacher, nor a social worker. I’m just a son of my parents and I have the realization of my responsibilities. So shall you all do! All children of the world, YE WAKE UP!

Shadows of the later life – when the sun goes down…

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A thought put on paper,
A stone put on heart;
Some memories lingering around,
Of those who’re apart.

A desire to live,
Though a desert full of sand;
Though darkness with just some light,
But with one sky that has no end.

A road never traveled,
A feeling never told;
Young at heart and soul,
But with age that is old.

A ship still sailing,
“Ready to sink,
Or, reach to the bank?”
– Is what is to think!

A pungent clumsiness,
A tree with hazel leaves;
An untouched emotion,
An end for all our grieves

Attainment of the second stage,
And, an unharmed success;
Availing welcome from the other world,
Liberation from all of our stress!

A reward for all our deeds,
All that we’ve ever desired;
An espousal of family and friends,
We wish we had acquired.

A strange and secretive fear,
An enforced pursuit for something mysterious;
Living the last moments in gaze,
While others waiting to take their onus.

An unsolved enigma,
A masked face of sympathy;
Eyes screaming silently,
A soul suffering apathy!

Scanning entirely,
Some banned expressions;
Some falsified promises,
And, some broken restrictions!

A sharp sword of negligence,
On our uninvited arrival,
To festive occasions;
“We are oldies”, as they say.

But, like Kabir has identified,
That, we all have been MANY from ONE;
And that, we all shall continue to live,
Until the MANY again becomes ONE…

Me!

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Just like a book, Filled with Chapters

Vague yet so clear, Deep with no end

Two people in one… One happy, one sad,

Two sides of me, One mad and one glad

There’s only one side, I try to let show;

My feelings inside, The others don’t know.

I’m two people in one, As strange as that sounds,

The real me inside, No one has found.

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.

Nature I loved and next to nature, the art to love;

I warmed both hands before the fire of life;

It sinks, and I’m ready to depart from love.

Accept me as I am – I have no guarantee.

A claim to perfection I have not, Perfect I cannot be.

I, like you…… am human, Prone to mistakes

Failure is not a character flaw, Just a part of the human makeup,

I live, I laugh and I also learn, My knowledge is incomplete,

I’m searching all the time, In waking hours as well as sleep;

I have a long road to travel, As well as you do;

We learn our lessons on the way, Wisdom we shall accrue.

Accept me as I am, Because I am…….. Me

And you are you.

It is my only guarantee,

No one like me in the world, nor no one like you.