8 months into this wide west world…he was yet living a carefree life with love and affection pouring in from all corners. His Grandmother was there to take special care of him and one must say that this lady showers not just him but everyone with unequivocal love and care. She is a completely different breed and simply does not belong to this earthen atmosphere. That ever smiling demeanor and welcoming attitude, despite the suffering and pain she may be undergoing beneath that surface, is admirable. It’s not just hard but almost impossible to replicate. Because one must have that tenacity to absorb everything that the world throws at you, absorb like a sponge, feel quite heavy within, yet remain as an eternal shock absorber to anyone and anything. The facade is impenetrable except for the ones closest to hear. The point here is, for the guest, he or she would feel that they are received and treated by an Angel herself. The empathy, genuine care, kindness she exudes is just out of the world and has to be felt to even realize what I am saying here, because it’s not just real, but a surreal experience. This generation is a bygone product and you won’t see them anymore in real life, because we are all impaired by materialistic pursuits always thinking about economic consideration in every transaction, even in relationships.
And then my buddy Balu and his wife Kalpana treated Anirud as their own and drenched him with so much love. Balu always had a special charm with the kids. He was so amiable and genial, affable and engaging, kids loved to be with him. Anirud was no different. He connected with the kids in their own space and became a kid himself, perhaps that’s the reason why kids were so delighted to see and be with him. I, for one, could never do that and was sorely disconnected. It’s been that way with me, ever since I know. I am not able to overcome that and I become shriveled, withered and withdrawn into myself. Eventhough, I had a wonderful and memorable childhood with my grandparents, which I cherish to this day and would forever, I somehow remain completely introverted and become a total recluse, all to himself. Is that not a mortal danger for a kid to grow up with such a parent!!!? I mean not in the literal sense, but from an emotional connect perspective. I guess, that’s where Life and God destined to balance this with other set of people who could give uninhibited love, attention and care in the form of grand parents, relatives and friends. Truly, I am lucky and blessed to have them around, though I hardly reciprocate in equal measure, which is compensated by my better half, much to her chagrin.
Now the bigger question is, when this little lad grows up into a Man, would he be like me or like his mom or be a bit of both…I just dearly hope that he does not become a psychedelic character like me…I am able to survive, because of my everloving wife, who bears all my tantrums and remains muted, though it infuriates her to no end. And like her mother, she is of a different breed and it would be hard to find another replica for my darling son…if he were to resemble me…in the years to come…let’s wait and watch…
Beautiful Life 