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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 12; the twelfth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

The man had the loveliest wife on earth, four loving and caring daughters and a naughty but doting son. The man toiled in the Indian summers, shivered in the Terai cold but never failed to earn bread for the family and led a simple life. He couldn’t educate his children much for the want of bread and shelter. The man of yesteryear India couldn’t have given every comfort to his children but he did his best and to his last breath.  The girls got married into families the man thought he had chosen good enough. The son wanted to become a photographer but you don’t just wish and you become a thing. Days passed quickly. The man had lovely grandchildren who loved their nana (granddad) a lot. The wife later died of kidney failure and the man broke like hell. The son got married and brought a beautiful wife that would put Venus to shame. The daughters used to come once in a while from far off cities they lived in but the son changed. Venus was enchanting after all. He stopped giving his dad the attention he required in his old age. The man needed someone to talk to but hoping was all he could do. The graying hairs had seen many rough days but nothing compared to the grief his own son gave.

The man knew his grandchildren would become big men and had understood their talents early. He used to love their poems, drawings, and every little thing they did. He used to dote on his grandchildren but never spoke of his agony. He wished he had someone to care for him, to spend quality time. He knew it was too much an asking. The grandchildren were kids then. They had no idea their nana (granddad) was in deep pain. Of want of love the old man died (much before his grandkids would grow up and realize that they had a wonderful nana). The doctors said jaundice but everybody knew it was neglect and loneliness that killed him.

The eldest grandson became a successful poet and won numerous awards but he missed his nana a lot.

On one such occasion were he went to receive the Poet of the Year award he said at the podium (holding his trophy) just these few words with tears in his eyes and amidst a thundering applause from the audience, “I am a poet because of my nana’s faith in me. IF i were his son i wouldn’t have let him die without seeing this. I know he would be smiling out there.”

This is my humble request to everyone. Please give all the respect, care and attention the elders of our family need. They don’t need the comforts of the world. They need US.

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32 responses to this post.

  1. awesome post…
    simply awesome.. the emotions captured well 🙂
    i hope this is not a real life story cos then my heart wells up with grief to see the plight of the Old man 😦
    it touched me.. and yes tears did brim my eyes as well 😦
    All the Best for BAT D:

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  2. hmmm…
    its just a figment of imagination megz…
    but u see everything has a reflection..
    thanks for liking it..
    thanks for the wishes 🙂

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  3. Posted by RoH on 11/07/2010 at 1:28 am

    Touching one with a wonderful message, Viv! 🙂

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  4. thanks a ton roh!!!
    so now u know about blog-a-ton (BAT) 🙂

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  5. So very touching and beautiful!! Loved it…have a good weekend ~ x

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  6. Posted by vivek singh on 11/07/2010 at 8:49 am

    thanks amanda for liking it 🙂
    u too have a good weekend!

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  7. Try to write the same story in first person. I guess, it will be much better.

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  8. thanks for the comment pram, i surely would the next time, am still evolving 😛
    this one i had written as a general critique 🙂

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  9. A very touching story and so true. The line I liked the best is “The doctors said jaundice but everybody knew it was neglect and loneliness that killed him.”

    All the best for BATOM-12

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  10. hey vikram!! thanks for liking it buddy n for the wishes 🙂

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  11. tht’s really sweet vivek… i detest when some people earn a lot of money and all and their parents live in pathetic conditions.
    All the best!

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  12. and this evil is mostly amongst the elite few, who think money can buy happiness..
    thanks for liking it n for the wishes anuradha 🙂

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  13. Posted by Anonymous on 11/07/2010 at 1:52 pm

    Awe-inspiring dude!!
    Very touching and Good lesson for everybody in this universe.

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  14. thanks anonymous dude!!
    yeah i believe in this so wrote..
    thanks for the visit, yet again 🙂

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  15. Really sweet

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  16. Posted by nandini on 11/07/2010 at 7:35 pm

    emotions captured well…….
    keep it up……don bcum complacent…….
    remember there’s awas a scope for improvemnt…
    🙂

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  17. Posted by vivek singh on 11/07/2010 at 8:44 pm

    @ritu di: thanks
    @nandu di: complacency and i stay far away, a person in best in himself for sure but there are millions out there who think the same..
    thanks for the wishes 🙂

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  18. Posted by Brijender on 11/07/2010 at 9:39 pm

    Very thoughtful post,and it generates a lot of food for thought too.
    Quite akin to “old age needs very little,but needs that little very much”.
    ATB

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  19. Posted by vivek singh on 11/07/2010 at 10:10 pm

    @brij: hey thanks!
    so well said! am gonna copy paste this sentence 😛

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  20. “I am a poet because of my nana’s faith in me. IF i were his son i wouldn’t have let him die without seeing this. I know he would be smiling out there.”

    Wow !.. Awesome… Mind Blowing…………
    I loved It…….

    I wish you a good luck for BATOM – 12

    Saravana Kumar – Wish

    Yours Frendly,
    Saravana Kumar M

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  21. @saravana: hey thanks for the wonderful comment!
    best wishes to u too 🙂

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  22. a beautiful but poignant story…so touching, really Vivek!!!

    if everyone should realize how important are grandparents to their lives, they need our attention then maybe they will die a happy man…

    thanks for sharing this story…loved it!

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  23. @amity: thanks a ton for liking it, yeah! everybody has to die, but the key is to die a happy man, and we should take that responsibility!

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  24. beautifully done…
    best wishes for BAT12!

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  25. Vivek, welcome to Blog-a-Ton.. A beautiful thought behind this post.. So I must commend you for it..
    Now critically evaluating it, must suggest you one thing for future writings –
    To engage the reader more add some person to person dialogues at regular intervals between the narration..
    keep writing and participating 🙂

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  26. Posted by Brijender on 14/07/2010 at 4:27 pm

    Very honest and poignant -the sort of story that is bound to leave a lump in the throat and arouse a lot of nostalgia.
    Beautifully written and presented !

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  27. Posted by vivek singh on 14/07/2010 at 8:36 pm

    @magiceye: thanks a lot!

    @vipul: thanks for liking it n thanks for the welcome!
    i had written this as a critique, even pramathesh said i should write in first person!
    will keep a note of what u said 🙂
    i surely would keep participating

    @brijender: honest it is and much inspired by real-life incidents, thanks for liking it!

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  28. Let us say its the simplicity of the writing I liked more than the intensity of emotions in it.And Both these facets were really strong in the post, I could not simply ignore any!About the writing,( yes I read the comments I am sorry) I too agree somewhat with Pramath and Vipul. So assuming and assuming rightly that you would work on these aspects (as you have gracefully accepted it, yes again I read the comments , I am sorry :p ) Let us go towards the other parts of the posts I liked a lot.Introduction of the “nana(Granddad)” twice appears really innocent and lets say cute;). I really feel a strong emotion in saying “I wouldnt have LET him die…” ,you earned some points there 🙂

    Spellchecks won’t make you a good writer. There are people hired for it. The best of writers may not know spellings of writing :p yes it is embaraasing but it is not everything to know the spellings in my opinion!

    So this is your first time at BAT, I see. Hope you had a great time BATting..! Keep up the good wrok.All he best for the contest.

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  29. the consumerist and materialist lifestyles have changed the approach towards elders …. every one is so busy in the mad rat race that they dont have time or intention to halt and take care of the elders

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  30. Posted by vivek singh on 16/07/2010 at 1:38 pm

    @narendra: thanks buddy for ur detailed comment n for liking my post. well am new to it and am sure with constant efforts i would improve and u dont have to be sorry for reading the comments, most of us do it sometimes.
    and was that spellcheck thing for me? i try not to make spelling mistakes, as much as possible, there are tools galore 😛

    @mahesh: thanks for the comment mahesh 🙂

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  31. Good stuff considering you are starting out, this is impressive. Will look forward to more of your works.

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  32. @gyanban: hey! thanks man! sure enough!

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