Age is something that tells us since how many years you are fighting a battle called life. It’s also a way of saying since how many years someone has been working in public service, private etc.
Age does not set boundaries. Like, at thirty, you’ve to get married, at fifty, you can’t go to a bar or have a party, at eighty, you can’t ride a bicycle. I do remember I was celebrating 2016 new year in Rasta Cafe, Gurgaon. I saw an old aged couple there, enjoying, talking to strangers and wishing them. They were as energetic as the young people out there enjoying the new year celebrations.
In September 2017, I moved to Bangalore and found a house where a couple lives. They are in their seventies. Not the same couple whom I met in Rasta Cafe, but equally energetic and fun people. I quickly became close to both aunty and uncle and used to spend some time with them whenever I had a chance.
Aunty used to come and talk to me about her kids, their education and how they go out every sunday for movie and dinner. She also invited me many times for dinner and I must say – uncle is an amazing cook.
Uncle does go to Yoga early morning, plays guitar and flute daily, cooks food. When asked about his guitar and flute routine and why he spends so much time on it, He says “he loves playing guitar and also if he won’t play guitar daily, he will forget it. So he makes sure to carve out some time to practice daily, which helps him learn more and more and keeps him in the rhythm.” He is passionate about everything he does and he does that with his soul.
In November 2017, Aunty succumbed to old age and Uncle lives alone now. Once, Uncle was watering the plants and I went to him and started talking about some random stuff. During the conversation, he mentioned me that people used to ask him how he managed to be normal playing his guitar/flute, instead of being sad about his wife’s death. For that, he said “How can we shut people’s mouth. It’s not like that I don’t miss her, but will moaning or grieving solve my problems? I don’t know how many years I am going to live, but I want to live everyday to the fullest.” He paused for a bit and said, “Death is a truth and we should accept that fact. It’s good that God took her before me otherwise it would have been tough for her to live this life alone (she had some eye problems, she was not able to see properly)”.
I was surprised after listening to his point of view and how strong he is. He is very practical about life and everything.
It’s difficult to summarise about such a great person’s life in one paper, but uncle did summarised when I asked him to
In his own words…
“I am Chandra Mohan,
Rift cladded parents, mom with hidden pearl of tears.
Dad’s figure was not in my memory cells.
As an elder son, Mom kept full confidence on me.
All the quality of my mom, still reflecting in me.
She never bend down in front of anybody including super natural power.
My life had an identity from Bombay,
Among ups and downs, I learned to hold bible in left hand and revolver in right.
Fire wherever require, preach and pray when require.
Just like others, Romance, love, wife, kids, adventures etc.
I completed all my parental responsibilities.
Like Emperor Shahjahan I have lost my Begam Mumtaz. Now I am alone.
Just like a roasted coffee seed. No self life.
Somebody makes espresso coffee and admire.
Somebody makes black coffee and spitting it on my face.
Is this a fate – I don’t know.”
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
– Norman Cousins