The Changing Times
I had penned this last year, on Mahalaya, and how Mahalaya is a tradition we carry within.
This year, on Mahalaya day, October 14th, I was up since almost 4/4:30 am and was wondering whether to tune in on my mobile. But I decided against it as Baba was sleeping in the next room and I did not want to wake him up. I tossed and turned, some random glances at the mobile and may be would have fallen asleep again had not the light come from the other room.
I woke up to see what was ailing Baba, recently back from the hospital, and wondering if he needed anything. He was looking for his medicines, which I had hidden, and he desperately wanted to have that. He said he was uncomfortable, that his urine had stopped, that we were not letting him be, went to the other room and lo, on another shelf, found another medicine and had it. Nothing I could do to stop nor did I try.
He went and slept as if that one drop of the medicine had fixed his discomfort, but my sleep was gone since the homeo doctor we are seeing had strictly told me not to give him any other medicine. About an hour later, when we all got up, he appeared visibly upset and we tried not to meddle much.
The day was fixed for an appointment with the homeo doctor and my suspicious mind made me think that he could well be avoiding visiting the doctor. Even though I knew that he would refuse to go, I still checked with him if he wanted to go and as I expected he declined. So I let it be like that…
After a while, when we all got busy with our daily chores, and the doctor’s visit was successfully averted, he switched on his mobile and listened to Mahalaya songs till the afternoon!
Phew!!!
Though it’s another story that he enquires every day if Mahalaya is over, whether we woke up early to tune in etc…
