Every second or third day an old man or an old woman stops me outside a park where I go for jogging and exercising.
There is a big temple at a corner of it. The place is a well known posh area of west Delhi. Only elders are seen there, worshipping and singing religious songs.
In morning, rich people offer tea and biscuits to poors. The quality of tea is the worst. Like water!
Well, the old people stop me and ask me where I'm going.
'Where do you want to go?' I answer.
'To my home.' They say.
I ask them to sit on the back seat of my bike and tell them to adjust and sit comfortably and grab me tightly so that they cant fall. They do the same and adjust their yellow sticks that is their only helper to walk, nicely.
On the way I ask them many questions. I know they love talking to people.
They say they have to walk to the temple everyday to meet gods and enjoy bhajans and have to come back on feet.
It really feels painful when they say their own kids dont have time for their old parents to drop or pick at the temple or to talk to them. Plus their grown up children give them some works like; getting milk & curd & green vegetables at this hour.
On the other side I see middle aged men and women walking out with hybrid dogs.
They love dogs more than their parents!
I can still remember the time when I was a small kid and lived in village. My mother used to teach me, 'son, you should respect and lov your grand father & mother because one day you'll also be a grand parent and you can what is happening all around with the old people.'
Even today, when I visit my parents I see them taking care of my grandma and realise the great difference between the life of old people in metros and small town.
One day everybody will grow old and get the same treatment!
