Tribute to my Grandfather - Part 3

This post is in continuation to my last 2 posts and the last one.

1. http://atlasshrugged-eccentric.blogspot.in/2013/02/u-turn-in-blogs-vision-and-tribute-to-m.html

2. http://atlasshrugged-eccentric.blogspot.in/2013/03/tribute-to-my-grandfather-part-2.html

After the holi ended, his end was also quite near. Although his health is improving, his mood was getting worse. I remembered the incident when he tore the 5 rs note. He was like a kid in those days. His activities are not like that of matured man. I once read a poem “The seven ages and it said that the 1^st and 7^th stages are exactly similar and very few people in this world experience this 7^th and last stage. I like his attitude. What happened once in last days that he asked for a pomegranate juice and that was not allowed. My grandmother told him to get him the juice of Mausami. I told her, let him drink pomegranate juice. She agreed and I don’t know why I said this perhaps it was in my subconscious mind that now he can be dead any time. All these things keep happened and the doom day comes, I didn’t remember the exact date. Let me tell you about the day from the very beginning. Night before the black day, I was in the hospital. In the morning, pintoo chacha came and I was asked to leave. Further, I was given certain instructions to purchase so much food from the Sargadho and give it to kodi aashram and also to go to gaushala where the holy cows live to donate some money over there for the grass, diet of the cow. After finishing these things, I went straight to home and slept. It was around 6,7 pm when my mother woke me up informing me, he was no longer among us.

Babaji was the word I used for him. He always asks me to sit in his room while dinner but I talk to him for a while and then went into my room. I was such a pathetic couch potato who didn’t understand the value. He keeps coming into my dreams and still threatens me some times, haha, it was a funny. I think today also, he would come to my dreams and to tell me how I was going on the blog about him, whether to include anything or erase anything. He was such a darling. There are lot of incidents that I remember quite vividly about him. There are also certain events about which today I feel guilty. There were days when I didn’t respect him at all and argues him, totally ignore him but gradually, I started about his way of thinking and emotions as I am growing. May be same would happen to me and even worse, this is life.

He was also the topic when I was drinking with my brother in Fox, Gurgaon. Everybody on our family is so grateful to him. He was the one who decided to switch to job after his retirement as my father died when I was small, he advised my mother to become a teacher. He decided that we both should continue our school It was he who decided to construct the shops in our garden. It was the most difficult of the decision of his life as we all know how much close is the garden to his heart. Efforts never go waste and when the time was come to reap the benefits of his efforts, he passed away. His decisions are so fruitful to us today. He makes us feel proud always. One thing I always learned from him is to live with proud. He was very passionate and once when I went with him to distribute Diwali gifts, somebody told him why do you drink? My Baba simply replied, it was my passion and the people lives for their passion. Those were also the great days when every year I used to go to him to distribute gifts in the morning in chacha’s car Fiat. These memories also keep flashing. Mostly, dhadkan music was played in the car as it was the only cassette in the car. As a result of which, whenever I listen to the songs of this movie, I got lost in my younger days which I spend with my babaji. I like the way my baba and his attitude was respected by everybody.

Tribute to my Grandfather - Part 2

This post is in continuation to my last post.

http://atlasshrugged-eccentric.blogspot.in/2013/02/u-turn-in-blogs-vision-and-tribute-to-m.html

I caught a train from Lucknow. Its Lucknow Chandigarh, I usually prefer this train because I know how to get berth in this train without the reservation, in fact process is same in all the cases, I would rather say I know what the TT charges in this case. I was very lucky to catch this train as the time was not sufficient but still one thing we learn in colleges is rash driving. Here comes its application. In the meantime, I also enquired my brother if it was the truth what the mother said or something else. My brother confirmed and told he would leave Delhi tomorrow morning along with bua and fufaji and of course my cousins. It was a very chilly night and the rain was falling continuously  It appeared to me for a moment if there is something wrong seriously as the god was also supporting my eyes. It was of course very serious but during such times, it’s a tendency of the mind to be steered towards negative and worst repercussions. I talked to the tt, got the birth and those were the days, when I have started reading. I have said reading because Atlas shrugged was my first serious reading of the life. It also helps me in bad times. As I woke up, I had a cigarette and waited for the destination. My mind was full of what-if questions. It was heavily raining and the environment was very depressed. As I landed in Saharanpur, I got a call from my brother. They have just entered in Saharanpur at around 8am and as the arrival time of my train was also the same, on the top of it, it was raining, So they called me to know where I have reached. When I informed them, they came at station to receive me and then we all finally went directly to the hospital. I always feel a kind of shyness in company of my relatives. I don’t know whether it is natural or due to my other mental requirements. 

After we exchanged the greetings in the hospital, there was a kind of contact of eyes between me and my grandfather that dampen my eyes and spirit little. But I try to remain normal, as soon as we entered, condition of DM is getting worse and someone told me to get the Gangajal from the house of Dr. Jaipal Uncle whose house is very close. I walked in the rain to the house unaware of the whether it was tears or water, I asked for the same. This was another point where I felt little shyness. I went back to the hospital and my grandmother helped him to swallow the gangajal. In Hindu mythology, something rubbish is believed about gangajal and its effect or what so ever. I think I shouldn’t say the water rubbish but who knows is it really the gangajal. Haha…its normal in our mythology but let it be, we shouldn’t make fun of it. One must try to accept people and things and traditions as they are and not as he perceived. After spending some time, we were asked to go to home and then bring lunch after a gap of 3, 4 hours. I don’t know who went along with me, but one thing that I remember was that I left the hospital on Activa.

 The best thing is when two People love each other very much, it becomes difficult to express. This case requires no extra explanation. Beauty and love is in the eyes of beholder as said by Shakespeare, in fact I would say respected Shakespeare. The days passed like this, DM began to recover slowly, relatives left, my brother plan to left on holi. 

Holi also comes, I went to railway station to drop my brother. That holi was not the most colorless. There were Holi’s even horrible and depressing than that. Those were the days when my disagreement was at the peak against those who preaches Holi is the most colorful festival. Of course, it was a bad argument.

 Things comes and goes, life moves on. Life waits for nobody and the most mystic element i.e., time heals everything. 

Stay tuned! I will continue it further. 

Tribute to MY Grandfather Part-1

Well, I believe that probably nobody his reading this blog these days as it had lost its charm it once had when I was in college and wrote regularly. I am not sure if it was good but based on the number of hits, I can evaluate. I love this phase of blog also.

 Everything in this world comes with an expiry and more formally, we call it life cycle. Life cycle consists of 5 phases and the last phase is usually decline. I am not sure if this blog is at the decline stage because gradually as I am shifting my focus more on the internal things rather than external, the posts of this blog are getting bit personnel. So, One of the view can also be that this blog is Rebranding itself and thus in a conceive stage. I am also not looking for people to read it, I am just doing it for myself because today, if I read the posts, I wrote before 2 years, it gives me a high. This is like recording your life high's and low's.

My Grandfather

Today, I would like to write about my Grandfather. The idea is not to dampen your spirit or makes you sad but just to share the story, story of my life, not a story, it is actually a phase or perhaps I am not finding the right word. This post is an instrument through which I am saying to my grandfather that I am very happy, got married also. The best thing we can give to the people who are not with us today is to be happy all the time and live their dreams, carry their values and remember them in our heart. 

Sometimes you realized your strength when it’s too late. The strength here refers to my grandfather and late refers to when he passes away. Don’t worry about the context. This is another purpose of this post apart from digging me deep into it to know myself better. 

Let me start with the moment when my grandfather was admitted in the Tarawati hospital in Saharanpur and struggling to live or perhaps die, didn’t know exactly and I was in the Lucknow in 3rd year of my engineering. It was in February, 2007, I got a call from my mother and she told me to come immediately to Saharanpur. When I asked, she told me all the details without hiding anything. She also told me that when they have asked my grandfather if he wanted to meet somebody. He nodded when they take my name at last. Before that they have taken the name of many of the relatives but he was just lying on the bed without responding. It was when they take my name, he nodded. I think that’s because during his last days, I spend a lot of time with him. He was having some deep wound in his right foot and the recovery was at the slowest pace as he was having diabetes from the very early age. He was not able to walk properly, I used to support him while going for washrooms, at least 3, 4 times a day, also we used to go to hospital every alternate day to get his dressing changed whenever I was at home. And during those days, most of the time, I was at the home. The reason as attendance doesn’t matter in our college and also I don’t enjoyed to be in the college in those days due to all those silly reasons of love and hate. The irony was that I used to ignore him every time, he just wants to talk to me just for 5 minutes and I always deprived him of the conversation. He was the 1st person in the family to know about smoking. He is the gem. He is always full of ego, always in an angry mood, fighting with my grandmother and always asks us so many questions that we used to call him the Dm, Danger man. Everybody knows him by DM except himself, even my grandmother. We always hate present and started loving it when it is changed to past and the intensity of love always increase with time. 

I will share part 2 soon as it is in progress. 

Leisure time in Office

Today, I am not having much work in the office as of now, Touchwood. Last few weeks were so much demanding and the stressful that I lost the track of the time. Life becomes so fast, I wake up came to office, went home to sleep. Sometimes, on Monday itself, i become so exhausted that the weekend waits began on the first day of the week.At the same time, I also want to spend quality time with my wife but that was not happening. 

I decided to write something in office today after a long time to unwind myself. Its Thursday and I am waiting desperately for the Friday. The reason being we have planned for Shirdi trip this weekend.  I have already been to Shirdi once couples of year back with my friends but this time trip is planned with my wife and also it would be first of our trip after marriage. Also, from last few months, every ticket I booked in flight or train went in vain due to my injury or the other reason.  I was very scared this time planning for the trip. Perhaps, my luck is not working these days so actually my wife had planned the trip. Let’s see if its actually get executed.  Also, my leaves balances are in negative, around -14 as I had taken lot of leaves due to my hand injury. That is why I am not able to plan my long pending honeymoon. 

BTW, all this is not a problem, as my wife says we have complete life to travel. 

I will write the other post if my plan went green.

For my Loving wife

This blog is dedicated to my wife. I love her so much that life seems to be impossible without her now.

Just a random thought came yesterday which prompt me to write about her in my blog.

I was operated on my right elbow 8 days before our marriage and 4 screws were inserted and doctor told that healing time for bone is 6 around 6 months. Somehow, marriage happened with all the functions cut short. Everybody was in a bad mood but let me not distract from the topic by describing about my marriage. This post is about the support which I get from my wife after the marriage.

Going on the honeymoon is the dream of every newlywed couple and similarly, I guess my wife expected the same but due to my injury; she accompanied me to Hospital for physiotherapy every day from the day we get married i.e. last 3 months. Every couple goes to Honeymoon and we are going to hospital. She never said a word and not even felt like it. We always enjoyed within our constraints. When we were in Delhi, every after visiting Hospital, we began our Delhi tour and covered almost all the import monuments and places in Delhi like Delhi Hatt, Lotus temple, Iskcon temple, Red fort, Qutab minar, Jantar mantar, Agarsen ki baoli, Cp market, janpath market. If somebody asks me, why do I get married? My reply would be “to be together.” And that is what we are doing. 

I must say there is magic in her hand. She spends so much time in the Kitchen to surprise me every day with the delicious food. The best thing I like is that she never compromises on a nutritious quality of food. She always makes the healthy food so that my healing will be expedited as much as possible. She always laid emphasis on eating the food in the house only. She massages my feet daily so that I get a good night sleep no matter how hard I object and believe me before marriage I was a kind of insomniac but now I am fine.She is very hardworking, supportive and patient. Whenever I feel low, she cheers me up by her smiling face and always maintaining her calm. She is my strength, motivation to do the best in every area of my life. 

I Love you sweetheart.