Don't disregard your parents and grandparents! A Fond Memory revived!

 Don't disregard your parents and grandparents! A Fond Memory revived!

Watch this video to see how creative they can be!

😪 A NARRATION OF NOSTALGIC MEMORIES REVIVED THAT MAKES ME CRY 😪

This video of the Cute and Cuddly Grandma playing the Mouth Organ, with so much passion and love will make you feel younger and happier. Seeking her blessings and wishing her many many more musically happy years to come. But it also makes me nostalgic and revives fond memories of one of my friends Grandmother who would play "Hallelujah" so well, it would bring tears to my eyes!

I happened to hear her play quietly in her verandah one day and I was instantly connected with her. I hugged her and asked her to play it again. While she was playing, she had tears in her eyes, and there was a glow on her face that I have never seen on another face, as is she was carried away into a totally different realm. From that day onwards I would visit her at least twice a week to listen to her and she played me so many other songs like those from :Sound of Music", and many more.

😪When asked why she was so sad she told me that no one in her house used to listen to her and appreciate her. I later spoke to my friend and their family about it, and they at first said "Oh we didn't know she played so well, we thought, she was just dabbling at something to while away her time.😪

😠I was angry and dissapointed at their behaviour. 😠 But when I asked Grandma to play "Hallelujah" again they were all in tears, apologizing for their behaviour , hugging her and it all ended up in an Encore of dear Grandma giving a fantastic and emotional performance.

Since Christmas was coming up close we all planned to give her a surprise and have her perform in front of the whole extended family that was to get together on Christmas eve. Before I left for home that day, she winked at me and gave me a long hug with a pat on my back and a bonus most welcome kiss on my cheek. That Christmas eve was a day I will never forget for my life.

It also makes me send across a message, not to pass over without giving due attention, overlook or ignore your parents or grandparents just for what they are. There is much more to their life than you can ever think of. Connect once again with them and you will find heaven amongst yourselves.

Not the least to mention that Christmas Eve was one to remember for life and still stays etched in my memory; hence this post. After all were dressed up and decked up, all pleasntries layed out on the table we created a performing area for "Grandma" to perform and escorted her to that area. An announcement was made to all who were not knowing of this surprise and there she was! Centre stage, beaming away, also in tears. What a performance it was, and it actually took away the breath from all present. She performed as if she was performing at Wembley hall, and as always with tears rolling down from her eyes, but a glow on her face that made everyone cry. Well; I don't need to tell you what happened after that performance and many more on demand!

It became a sort of true family union and at the centre stage of it was our Angel Grandma!

👏"Encore, Encore, Encore" 👏

That is the Power of Music and Love

निवृत्त मी झालो,पण निवांत ती झाली

निवृत्त मी झालो,पण निवांत ती झाली 

निवृत्त मी झालो,पण निवांत ती झाली

सकाळच्या पहिल्या चहाची जबाबदारी माझ्यावर आली

दूध ऊतू जाऊ न देण्याची काळजी माझ्या शिरी आली

निवृत्त मी झालो, निवांत ती झाली ।

आजचा नाष्टा ठरवायची 

आणि, करायची पाळी माझ्यावर आली

कांदा चिरताना आसवे गाळायची वेळ आता माझ्यावर आली,

निवृत्त मी झालो, निवांत ती झाली ।

कुकरच्या शिट्यां मोजण्याची आता मला सवय झाली

तव्यावरची गरम पोळीही 

आताशा चटके देईना झाली

निवृत्त मी झालो, निवांत ती झाली ।

दुधाचा खाडा,पेपरचा खाडा फोन बिल, 

लाईट बिल हिशोब ठेवताना माझी त्रेधातिरपीट झाली                 

निवृत्त मी झालो, निवांत ती झाली । 

घड्याळाच्या काट्याबरोबर

फिरण्यातून, ती मुक्त झाली           

लवकर उठण्याची सवय

आता, तीने सोडून दिली 

निवृत्त मी झालो निवांत ती झाली ।

माझ्यासाठी धावणारी ती आता जरा थकू लागली

थकलेल्या तिच्या पावलांची आता मला चाहूल लागली

निवृत्त मी झालो निवांत ती झाली ।

सर्व निवृत्त सदस्यांसाठी

खरंच असं होतंय का?

Short Disclaimer about this Poem:

This is not my poem. I shared it as it is for the purity of the expression without demeaning anyone. This poem was shared to me by a friend and is also on most social media platforms without knowing who has written it originally so full credits to whoever is the writer. Kudos to the writer for a frank and free expression of his thoughts which I am sure may match with many of us Senior Citizens which the poet asks at the end of the poem. I mean no disrespect to any better half of any person or women as a whole, and this whole poem should be taken on a lighter note while also enjoying the subtle way in which the writer has expressed the possible inner feeling of so many male senior citizens! Knowingly or unkowingly, willingly or unwillingly we are indeed sharing a part of the work load which our better half's were doing without a whimper. I for one do it with full enjoyment as well as gratitude for my better half. After all life is always shared in all its entirity, not parts as per our conveinence. So all due respects to them too!

The Bundle Of Life - A True Life Experience!

 The Bundle Of Life - A True Life Experience!

Have you heard of a Bundle of Wood in fact being the "Bundle Of Life"? If not read on, as this will tingle a chord in your soul!

At many times in our life we come across events in life that make you think. They often touch a chord in the deepest corners of your soul and leave you dazed and thinking about the way life works for each of us. It is with gratitude that I write this post almost immediately after the incident occured with me. It left a strong sense of peace and happiness in my heart. Why? Read on!

My work from home office is in the North East corner of my master bedroom, with a window adjacent to the table I work on. That allows me to keep a constant watch on the happenings along the road which seperates my building from a childrens park on the other side. 

Sometimes it is a distraction to my work but now I have learned to give a ear to only those things that may catch my attention or a sudden glance that draws my attention automatically to the happenings on the road. Sometimes they are the chatter of children passing along with their parents and it shocks me to hear them talk about so many things that leave a mark on your mind. Your heart reaches out to them to want to talk to them but obviously that is not possible with so many people criss-crossing the road.

Today as I sat gazing out into the yonder trying to work on some very critical Google Updates, but tired from constant work on the PC, I just glanced out across the window.

I saw this women who stopped by a broken and dried tree branch that was thrown out from the Garden and was lying along the wall. She immediately kept her small bag on the side of the road. Her eyes almost lit up with happiness! I realised then that for her; that dried branch was her wood for burning on her "Chulah" at home. The thought that was going through her mind almost touched a chord in my heart as I am myself clairvoyant, and I could sense what would happen.

I left my room and came out in my verandah along with my mobile. Something edged me to take a photograph of her while she continued with her work. She was trying trying to break the huge branch into smaller pieces comfortable enough for her to carry on her head. She immediately set to work breaking the larger brances into smaller ones and laying them in a bundle on the road.

She was using her foot to break the larger ones into comfortable-to-carry pieces. She then looked around to search for a string or something to tie the bundle which they normally lay on the ground first and then pile up the sticks on the thread or wire they find. She could not find anything and was looking around thoughtfully.

I felt for her and immediately picked up a small length of nylon rope that I have kept in a box in the corner of my verandah. I selected one that was long enough for her to tie the bundle of broken branches and called out to her. I showed her the rope and she came running towards from the other side with a beaming smile on her face. She picked up the rope which I threw to her from my first floor, and waved out to me a thank you.

She immediately set the long rope along the side of the road and set the already collected wood onto the rope so she could tie it together later. 

She gauged the size of the bundle to ensure that it was light enough to carry on her head. There was one thick branch which you can see in the image, which she tried her best to break into smaller pieces, but her frail structure would make no mark on the strong wood. She then set that wood aside to a corner; possible hoping she could carry it away the next day if she would be coming back this side again. She cleanly broke all the smaller and thinner branches and set them up on the pile she had already created on the rope.

Tying up the finished lot of broken wood she kept it aside alongside her small bag and carefully put the long thicker wood at the side of the road. She would possibly be lucky to have it still lying there for her tomorrow or later as there are so many such women who look out for dried branches for their cooking needs. 

You can see in the above image the long thick dried branch which lay at the side after she tied up all the smaller branches into her own bundle to be taken home. She glanced around and then passed a glance at the Tiger painted on the wall and gave a passing glance with a smile at me. Oh Oh! was she expecting the Tiger to take care of her branch? Who know? Maybe yes!

She finally picked up her bundle of dried wood branches which were in fact what I called a "Bundle of Life" - still a bit wet due to the rains in the morning, but I am sure they were enough for a day or two's cooking for her family. As she picked up the bundle and walked pass I took a passing image of her and it gave me a sense of peace and I was grateful that I could think of being ot at least some help to her without which she would not have been able to carry the bumdle as comfortably as she did as she passed in front of me. She gave me a smile and waved out as if saying thank you! Sadly I could not capture that moment as I had already taken the image below a few seconds before she waved out to me with a smile. But the feelings on her face were enough to express what she had achieved. 

I for one was still standing and gazing at her as she walked briskly towards her home, maybe happy that her wood for cooking for a day or more was all packed up. I cannot sum up the feelings as I stood for some time before returning to my table to work. 

I could not but hold back in immediately writing down this post. I then visualized a day in the life of these people who I have personally had the experience of living with. We can just cook on our Gas Stove or pipelined gas connections or microwave or even Inducion cooking but they have to go out first to collect wood for burning and only then are they even able to think of cooking something. Come rain and it is an even harder task for them as most of the wood is wet. I had earlier spoken to many such women who go through this routine every day and it brought tears to my eyes when one of them even narrated to me that her husband beat her up with the same stick she had collected to be used for cooking; only because she was late and food was not ready for him to eat. Most of them come back home from work drunk and what ensues is beyond your imagination. For them it is not a Bundle of wood but a "Bundle of Life".

All I could think of was being grateful to God for giving me the thought to try and at least help her with a piece of rope which helped her carry her "Bundle of Life" to her home.