The Relation between I and my grandparents

 

BlogPost:- 109^th

Day :- 995^th

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 Hello Readers!

Thisis 15^th June! ‘World Elder Abuse Awareness Day!’Before going ahead I would like to mention that this particular blog post is my little effort to tribute my both (paternal & maternal) grandparents and all elders people in this world.

I was born in less than even middle class background at my native village Barbaspura (near Kachewani Railway St.) in Tirora tehsil in Bhandara (now in Gondia) district in Maharashtra, India. When I grown as a child. I was very closed to my both grandparents. Though I did not spent such a long period with my paternal grandparents. I remember that what time I spent with them that are cherished memories I have forever which I am going to share with you in this blog post.

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My Paternal Grandmother (Aaji):-

I don’t remember even face of my grandmother (Aaji) whose name was Anjana aka Maina.As my relatives told me I was playing a tambourine when she was died. No! I wasn’t playing that for fun or enjoyment. I was just a little kid when she passed away. But I can describe a lot about my paternal grandfather.

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My Paternal Grandfather (Aajoba):-

My paternal grandfather’s name was Raghoba who lived his last life as a paralytic for long seventeen years! He was used to speak very few words because of his paralysis. I remember those words- Raju (my nickname which was easy for him to call me), Janabai (my aunty), Soonbai (daughter-in-law means my mother), Dasrath (corrupt form of my father’s name Dasharath) and few more names of our the then neighbors. I remember that how he was flapping a string of toowal’s cradle tied to a bed for my little brother’s sleep. My grandfather was smoking beedis in that period. I remember that he had asked me once to bring lightened beedi, and I too had breathed a smoke inb my childhood; that was my first attempt of smoke hahaha!! My father (Babuji) remembers several times how my grandpa was careful about his son (my father). (Babuji) says, one day his father had told him tha his right body part is paining and on same day his right part of body became paralytic. Though I do not have so much cherished memories with him, my father shares cherished memories he has with his father in his mind.

My Family Photo captured at our Home in Barbaspura

Aunt, Babuji with me and Aai with my younger brother vivek from Left to right. 

My paternal grandfather in center 

As I wrote in my so many older blog posts that I have learnt my primary education at my maternal grandparents’ village, I will share about my cherished memories with them too forward. But I remember that I was doing something inventing (?) with our bicycle and a hammer in my child age. I think I was learning in std. II at that time while a neighbor on 5 minutes distance from our paternal house named Pramod came by bicycle and told me to put my clothes in a bag immediately. I packed my bag and sat behind him on his bicycle to go to our home. My grandfather was at death’s door when I met him last and after on same day he passed away in 1998. In that era, there were no telephones and mobile phones as today everyone has to communicate or to send a message. A message of my grandfather’s death could not reach to his only son (my father) even after so much efforts. My father is an government servant, who was in Jalna dist. in that period. Finally my father could not join us for funeral rites of his father, so I fulfilled all obsequies on my grandfather’s extinct body on the behalf of my Babuji.

According to genetics, grandparents’ 25 percent hereditary characteristics and virtue transfer to grandchildren by heredity. Today I am just 24 running, but toes of my right foot pain several times as paralytic body does! May God doesn’t do but I am very scared of paralysis as my grandfather had!

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My Maternal Grandfather (Babaji/Bahaji):-

As I have mentioned above I learnt my pre-primary (Balwadi/Anganwadi), and primary (Std. I-II^½ and III^½-VI) at ,y maternal grandparents. My grandfather Dr. Sukhdeo A. Rewatkar was a popular doctor in his village Indora Khurd (Nimgaon) and villages nearby. I was calling my maternal grandfather ‘Bahaji’(corrupt form of Babaji’.) He had a big interest and good knowledge of politics. I remember, how I was going to his clinic or in market square (‘Bazaar Chauk’) in my school’s recess for a rupee or two rupees often. He had 6 grandsons (we 2 brothers and my 4 cousins) at that time (now I have 6 cousins); but I was an ‘apple of his eyes’ coz I was his daughter’s son and eldest among his all grandsons, so he loved me a lot. My father always tell others about my stage daring and oratory skill proudly; Yeah! I have a good stage daring and oratory skill; but I look it as an impart of my maternal grandfather. He too was a good orator which skill transferred to me by my observation and his influence. Really there is so much influence of my maternal grandfather on my oratory skill.

My maternal Grandfather

When I decided to leave Indora after VI std. and go with my family in Jalna district for VII std. education. My grandfather had personally dropped me to bus-stop in Indora. At that time anyone could notice tears brimmed in his eyes in thought of my separation. I remember very well, I was in my room at Ramtek preparing for assembly of my DTEd college on 05^th March, 2010. That was a black day for me. My phone rang on that morning, when I received the phone I was SHOCKED after hearing coming sound. My grandfather was no more! He passed away suddenly! Tears gathered once again in my eyes now while scribbling thin paragraph. I can’t scribble much more about him now. If you read this paragraph with emotions I think it’s enough to reach you what I want to convey.

At the end of this paragraph I would like to share with you a myself-written poem I dedicated him on fourteenth day (Chaudawi) after his death.

श्रद्धांजली वाहतो, सुखदेवा

होता गरीबांचा, तूची मसीहा

 

रुग्णांशी नेहमी तू, बाळगली प्रिती

धन्द्यासोबत कायम, ठेवली राजनीती

मनोभावे रुग्णांची, केली रे सेवा

 

तुझ्या दवाखान्यात, श्रीमंत येती

गरीब रोगी हासत, घराशी जाती

रुग्णांना तुझे, एकच म्हणणे

आज नाही तर, उदयाला देवा

 

वाटले नव्हते, लवकर जाईल

तुला काळ इतक्या, लवकर नेईल

आठवण राहील, काळ्या दिवसाची

पाच मार्च दोन, हजार दहा

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My Maternal Grandmother(Mothi Aai):-

My maternal grandmother’s name was Nausalya/Nausala. She protected me every time when my when I gone through obstacles in my childhood. My family has few misconceptions about my maternal relatives. I too don’t think that misconceptions improper but that isn’t topic to discuss here. I will remember my maternal grandmother (Mothi Aai) for her riddles and puzzles she asked me to solve in my childhood. My grandmother had been being alive till start of this year but she also passed away suddenly on dated 12^th January, 2015.

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 Both my paternal as well as maternal grandparents are not today to read/hear my words I scribbled in their memory in this blog post today. I wish they would have to be alive to listen/read this! Anyway who can change god’s destiny? I hope they are reading my each words from the heaven and are blessing us from there. Both my maternal grandparents had an intense desire to see my (at least elder grandson’s) marriage, wife and children (their great-grandchildren) but their desires could not be fulfill as they passed away very early as no one expected. I hope they will see all those scenes they desired while living from heaven and will shower blessings on us from there at the right time.

Anyway these were my cherished memories I have ever have with my grandparents.

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 This is 15^th June. I read analysis of Elder Abuse reported after research by HelpAge India! I am putting figures of Elder Abuse which are very scary!

Snapshot of #WorldElderAbuseAwaynessDay Indichange topic on Indiblogger

“As per a research study conducted by HelpAge India, 50% of the elderly face exploitation in various forms. Verbal Abuse (41%), Disrespect (33%) and Neglect (29%) are ranked the most commen types of offenses against them. The number of these cases are going up at an alarming rate.”

Aren’t these figures scary? I feel myself very shameful when I read, hear and watch these kind of inhuman deeds/offenses in society or anywhere. I don’t understand how can one treat parents or elders with such brutality? So I penned this blog post to raise my voice against #WorldElderAbuse on the occasion of World Elder Abuse Awareness Day. I too appeal all my fellow bloggers through this blog post. Let’s use the power of blogging to give a life of respect and love to the old, and voice our opinion against the sufferings of the elderly.

I urge all of you my fellow readers, Let’s take an oath and a vow that we will never stay silent as an impotent to see inhuman behavior with any elder people by anyone and anywhere then why wouldn’t that be our home, society, mohalla, village, tehsil and district, we will raise our voice with now-violence to #StopElderAbuse and for awareness of people.

Thanks! You vowed an oath to #StopElderAbuse. I hope you won’t forget this oath and will try to give elders’ respectful life.

Thank you very much for reading this blog post!!

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•  Note:- This blog post has been written for IndiBlogger’s Indichange topic #WorldElderAbuseAwarenessDay | 15^th June
• This blog post is dedicated to my grandparents and all elders around the world.
• © This blog post and mentioned poems’ copirights are reserved with author/blogger/poet |  © RDH Sir.

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Tags:- #WorldElderAbuseAwarenessDay | #WorldElderAbuse | #StopElderAbuse | #15thJune #Indichange | Indiblogger

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 Author: Rajesh D. Hajare (RDH)

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