A Heart touching story

It’s really been a very long time since I have even visited my Blog space. I don’t know what really kept me away from that. It was when I came to Mysore that I had written my last blog. The reason may be anything but from past 2-3 weeks I badly wanted to write something but was not getting anything to write on. Moreover these days I am also busy with my latest adventure which can jeopardize my “Bright” Career.
It was in an Ayurvedic hospital that I decided to write my next post. I saw an entirely different world there which left me very dejected and depressed. It was a very rare moment which left me crying and which created tears in my eyes. (p.s: Its very rare that I get tears as I don’t cry even on a very worst occasion). That’s not because I am emotionless but it’s because I don’t think crying will solve any issue. But in this case that process was involuntary and unstoppable. I write this post to always remind myself about the goal I have set for myself and also hope that atleast some people who read this set for themselves a goal which will make our world happier to live in.
I was diagnosed with seasonal Rhinitis by my Allopathic doctor and later I decided that I will try Ayurvedic this time as there was no permanent cure for this allergy in Allopathic. I contacted one of my relative who is an Ayurvedic doctor and she sent me to a hospital in Mysore. I thought that the hospital will be really big and has all hi-tech equipments. But I was proved wrong after I saw the building (it will be appropriate to call it a room rather!!!!!!). There was an old tarnished board hanging outside that building which proved its identity. Otherwise no one could tell that it’s a hospital. After the initial shock, I somehow convinced myself that I will come out alive and went in. It was there where all the humor ended and depression set in.
I was sitting on a chair and I was waiting for the doctor. I had to undergo a treatment called Nasya and the people inside were very courteous contrary to my belief before I went in. Though this made me a bit happy the happiness soon ended as an old lady entered the place. It was a very small place and hence I could see everyone inside the room and also could hear what they were speaking.
This lady who entered had a hunched back and looked very sick. She carried a gunny bag which proved that she was a mendicant. Her dress was torn and old and it appeared as if she had no other cloth to wear. To say the least, her condition was very pathetic. She came in and stood exactly in front of me and started speaking to a lady nurse who was doing something. Hence I could clearly listen to what they spoke. She had brought many tablets in her gunny bag which I assume that she picked them from some garbage. She was showing them to that nurse and telling that she has been eating these tablets from past 10 days instead of food because she didn’t have money. She had come there because she was suffering from severe abdominal pain. That nurse was really kind hearted and gave her a ten rupee note and asked her to eat something first. That old lady was very happy and she went away. Later, the nurse was telling someone that the old lady was suffering from gas trouble because she had not eaten properly from past 10 days and her stomach had become very hard like a rock. Hearing to this, tears flowed down my eyes involuntarily.
The next day I went there made me witness another sorrowful event which made me more focused about my goal of building an old age home I India. I saw a lady in probably in her middle 50s swearing someone and very unhappy about something. When I concentrated on what she was telling, I heard that she was swearing at her brother. I was really amazed by the words she was using towards her own brother. Later I saw a very old woman next to her. The old woman was her mother and might have been in her 80s. She was very weak and could not even walk and hence was using a walking stick. The only thing noticeable in her was her hair which had grayed completely and was not brushed at all. Her daughter was telling that she had undergone a heart surgery and couldnot take care of her mother. She also said that her brother was in Bangalore and was wealthy enough to admit his mother in a good hospital. Instead he was busy in amassing wealth to his children. This made me wonder what the real objective of money was. Doesn’t that dumb son know that even he might face the similar situation as his mother? Doesn’t he owe anything to his mother? Its common in Western countries for children to go away from their parents after they become adults. But in our country, old people are not independent as witnessed in the Western countries. They depend on their kids in old age.
These two incidents made me really think of our country in the future. As the country goes global, people get busier and the relationships in family becomes lesser in priority. If this is the state of our country from inside, then what’s the use of GDP growth? what’s the use of increase in literacy? what’s the use of decrease in unemployment and increasing payrolls? Aren’t we responsible for our parents’ happiness anymore? Are we expecting that our children would really support us when we are in need and hence concentrating more on money making for them?
People say that parents should not expect anything from their children. But this is true only in other countries where parents don’t make money to invest on children. Instead they also save some money for retirement. But here people are ignorant about the latter issue and concentrate more on the development of their children. We, the youth instead of complaining have to come forward and lead the society. Its really shameful that in a country like ours where so many Billionaires are based, there are people who are treated like animals and don’t have money for their food. This condition of elders is more ubiquitous in major cities where we can find maximum growth these days.