Monday, 4 June 2012


“Manasi” called my grandfather who turned 82 this June. “What grandpa?” I asked him. “Get me some water” he said. As I gave him his glass of water, he shabbily grabbed it and started gulping it down.
I watched him..I observed the increase in the wrinkles on his face, the wasting of muscle mass and fat, his bones sticking out. Well he’s my maternal grandpa. My father’s parents left us long back & so did my mother’s mother. He is the only grandparent with us now.
My grandfather was always a fighter. A self-made man in true sense. He fought for India's Independence since he was born in the Pre-Indian Independence era. After having spent time in jail for protesting against the British in 1947, at age 16 he left his village for better prospects. Unfortunately he couldn’t complete his education in the field of medicine or in arts and finally became a stenographer. I won’t go into much details.

Trouble hit him literally, when he was crossing a road in Mumbai. A car knocked him carelessly. He suffered multiple injuries and 17 fractures to be precise. It was living hell for him and the entire family. Till then he had always been a hale and hearty person in the pink of his health. Everybody thought he was gone for good. But he fought. Even after that incident, he made his own tea & food, took care of my grandma and dried his own clothes. All with the help of a walker or a chair. He wrote articles for his Hindu vivek Kendra on the computer despite his condition.
This incident occurred 14 years back. He has been fighting since then. It is only recently after the loss of my grandma that he is not the same anymore. To add to his suffering, he had a stroke recently and his movement has been restricted greatly since then.
You will wonder why I am writing about him. Simply because through the years he has been a source of inspiration for me. I remember him telling me stories while feeding me when I was a kid & I insisting on him repeating those all day, him taking me for walks in the evening, taking my side when my parents refused me something, giving me good English novels to read, watching the Guns of Navarone with me ( an old English classic movie) and many such tiny things which have turned into great memories.
He isn’t the same person anymore. He is weak and tired. His eyes look lost, although they still twinkle.
But he still reads his novels. He reads the same ones again and again and is equally engrossed in them each time!!! I guess I suit as his grandchild with my love for novels too! My flair for writing somehow I feel, has been inherited from him..!

He sits there looking at me and smiles. I go and give him a hug.

Friends, we all have people in our life who inspire us in some way or the other. From our parents, to friends to complete strangers, we all meet some people in our life who really give us that ‘wow’ feeling.

I will name a few people who have inspired me in my life. Sri Sri Ravishankarji, the founder of Art of Living NGO, Khurshed Batliwala, Dinesh Ghodke, Aditi Jog, Prachi Nagul, Isha Kurtkoti, Snehal Hippargi, Arjun Menon, Kratik Malhotra ( )these are some amazing people I have met in my life and they will continue to inspire me always!!

I guess we all have that list. What are you waiting for?? Go make your own list about people in your surrounding who inspire you.... My list will go on....!! 

Many others I haven’t mentioned, maybe next time!

Dream. Imagine. Be Crazy. Be You.

Au revoir!

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