Growing Old: An Inevitable Phase

Growing old is a mandatory and natural part of life. A man is compelled to go through the pain and pleasures of this phase of life before making an exit from this mortal world. Indeed there is no stage of life which has ever smooth sailing and every stage has its attended problems, but the struggles of old age are difficult as the physical strength and mental capacity are immensely reduced. Growing urbanization and fast-moving modern life have changed people's mindsets. With the passage of time family values are degrading and old persons are suffering who are dependent on their families and require love and care.

The old age is full of loneliness and the situation becomes more adverse when old people are left at home without anyone who can attend them. This is the outcome of the disintegration of joint family system and declining of tradition and moral values. This situation brings tremendous mental suffering to old persons, some are though economically independent but they require affection from by young. Today the family unit is breaking apart and the joint family system has come to an end as young men and women travel widely in search of better jobs. So the old folks are left alone and are neglected. Sometimes they are not wanted by their children at all and they have to live their lives away in an old-age home or in their empty house that once was filled with the sound of children’s laughter.

Earlier, when life was simpler and values counted for more, those who reached a ripe old age had an important place in society. They were respected and taken as a source of inspiration for youngsters. But today values have vanished and anyone is hardly bothered about them. This abandonment is a real problem in our society and it is what the old dread the most that is being uncared by their beloveds in their time of need. There are other problems old folks face, but none can be as bad as the disregard of the young.

Old persons are full of knowledge and their experiences are of immense help to the younger generation, but still, they are taken as an unwanted burden. Family members and especially youngsters should be in constant contact with the old people and take care of them. They should be concerned about them and take their responsibility. As our elders took our responsibility when we were small, now it's our duty to take care of them. They helped us to grow and have shown us the path of life so it’s our noble duty to be with them until their last sight.

The Few Who Understand

Every day, we meet hundreds of people who wish us hello, hi, and bye. However, there are only a few people who can understand us in our lows and highs. In the noise of the crowd, we often feel lost, drifting through faces, but paying the cost. We share fleeting moments, brief as a sigh, yet crave that connection that reaches the sky. Some offer a smile, while others just stare, but only a few truly show that they care. They listen intently, with hearts open wide, inviting us in, letting feelings collide. Through laughter and sorrow, they walk by our side, their presence a comfort, our fears set aside. So let us treasure those who see through the haze, for they are the light that brightens our days.

बदलते समय, स्थायी सत्य - Changing Times, Constant Truths

कहानी वही होती है। किरदार बदल जाते हैं। रिश्ते वही होते हैं। जज़्बात बदल जाते हैं। दोस्ती वही होती है। अहमियत बदल जाती है। नसीब वही होता है। समय बदल जाता है। The story remains the same; Characters change. Relationships remain, Emotions change. Friendship stays the same; Importance changes. Fate remains the same; Time changes.

In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom, God’s creation gently rising from the gloom. With colors so vibrant and scents that delight, Nature awakens in the warm morning light. I rise from the ground, becoming a plant, With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant. I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair, Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare. Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show, I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show. Capable of making my own food with ease, As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace. I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain, I hold cherished memories like drops of rain. Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep, In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep. Surrounded by plants, I watch children play, Listening to laughter as they learn every day. Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light, The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.

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