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Last week I happened to visit an old age home here. One of my friend’s father had been lodged there. Frankly I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. I am still not able to categorize that. Was I feeling bad? Was I feeling relieved that these elders at least get their 3 square meals regularly from someone without fail? Should I feel angry about the younger “I, me and myself” generation which is more keen on settling down with a green card. Or it just is the way the world has been so far and now India is fast catching up with globalization.
I guess it pains even more when one one personally knows some dad of one’s friend who was happily watching TV with his family at home and then finds himself in an old age home.
I read somewhere that the No1 Fear for all human beings is rejection. I shudder to think how it will be for those elders who are rejected by their own kith and kin.
It’s a helpless feeling.