Vasudha

Vasudha came from the school in a foul mood to see a locked house and her mood turned even worse, but then nobody was at home, so whom she could remove her fury on. She changed went into the kitchen, banged the saucepan here and there and felt better.

For fifteen years she had directed the school play for the annual day of the school and now the New Principal had informed her that the youngsters meaning the new Arts teacher should get a chance. And what was she directing, some new age drama which she had written herself, Bullshit.

From a couple of days she was feeling sidelined, no not only in the school but also at home. In this freezing cold her son and daughter in law had gone to Shimla to see the snow. Huh!!

And they had not even bothered to invite her, not that she could have gone to that place, her joints would have pained more. But they could have gone to a warmer place and included her too.

Todays generation were really selfish.

SHe picked up the phone, called her brother and poured out her woes. He listened patiently and then said,’ Didi I know you have taken a lot of pains to raise Nikhil after Jijaji’s demise but now he has a life of his own.’

‘Did he say anything to you’, she cut in.

‘Yes, he said you were interfering in everything and that because of you his relations with his wife were strained’.

Vasudha banged the phone in fury.

At that time the doorbell, she peeped through the peep hole to see Mrs. Joshi and Vasudha cringed.

Mrs.Joshi was a very devout person always involved in satsangs, bhajans, she always invited her for all these but Vasudha never complied.

Today too she must have come with some invite thought Vasudha and opened the door to give her a chastening, she would never forget.

‘Hello, you are alone so I bought some snacks for you’, said she and her anger melted.

Both sat down to have snacks while Mrs. Joshi rambled on about her satsangs and how it had helped her understand the intricacies of life, Vasudha listened but could not digest it and burst out,’ You talk about soul, rebirth, karma, God but tell me if I held on to all these facts which you say, could I have raised my son single handedly?’

‘Yes you worked hard but there are many who do so but are unsuccessful, why? You succeeded why? We all start as equals in life some succeed some do not why? Do you know why?, she asked

On not getting any answer, ‘ she continued, these and many questions go through my mind and which I try to find the answers too. And in life we may have husband wife friends relatives, a lot many people around us, but is there anyone really our own? No body really. We are always alone. If there is anyone to call our own, absolutely our own; its the one who is the master of everyone’, and she got up to leave.

At the door she called out,’ there is a regular satsang in my place every tuesday, the doors of my house are always open, if you wish to come.’

Nikhil and his wife had returned but nowadays they were in a world of their own, they gave her time but not like before and Vasudha felt lonely. Mrs. Joshi’s words kept on ringing in her ears; there is nobody whom we can call our own…. And she had said that she, Vasudha, was lucky, whereas she had thought of herself as unfortunate because she had lost her husband at a young age, was she indeed lucky?

She was having dinner both her son and his wife had gone out, when she heard the strains of a harmonium, it was a Tuesday. She finished her dinner, dressed up and went, it was time to discover something new, it was time to give a new dimension to life.

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18 thoughts on “Vasudha

  1. Very good. keeping oneself engaged is very essential otherwise the mind becomes the devil’s workshop. No one gets tormented ,it is only the person who sits and broods. Priorities do change in life and it’s quite natural for most to feel like Vasudha has felt too.

    • Yes, we have to keep learning something new and its always better to keep ourselves engaged. Family, friends can’t be with us all the time, so its better to be busy ourselves

  2. a good story, yeah sometimes the elders too need to go and discover something new …

    I can understand her thoughts for the son, but sometimes it does get interfering .. and now when she discovers something new the relation can get better between the son and mother tooo …

    lovely story

    Bikram’s

  3. Beautiful! all the emotions so true and so well captured. Trust me, i’ve tried my hand at banging the utensils to feel better to !! 🙂

    You came to your point also in such a soft manner. I loved it.

  4. good one..and brought a very common conflict out..most of the mothers think that way, but then they are negating their own hard work and sacrifices. Elders must find a life of their own, and we must always give way to coming vehicles or going forward.

    • Earlier in joint families everyone had a role. Now with nuclear families if we don’t get space then problems arise. The younger ones feel the elders interference. the elders feel neglected

  5. Excellent story. You have captured both points-of-view and not shown anyone in the negative light. Wonderful! The son is not wrong in expecting less interference and more personal freedom, and the mother is not wrong is expecting more companionship. The answer as you rightly mentioned is in looking at your own self to keep yourself occupied and enriched. Do your own thing, and don’t be negative, brood, and make everyone miserable in the bargain.

  6. this one prompts me to write a story on mil, son dil relationship but somehow don’t get to key bec i feel this topic is too commonplace…around us, in our homes, in the tv etc. but i guess it deserves attention which u have nicely captured. good one reema keep it up.

    • This is a subject which just has to be written about. Loneliness is common now, not just amongst old but also the younger generation. It seems that the more we try to socialise thru networks, the more we isolate ourselves.
      So go ahead write down that story

  7. I know that am quite late at commenting but still could not resist. Am impressed with your story writing skills.
    Have you published them as a book too?

    • Its okay if the comment is late; what matters more is that u read. 🙂 I am flattered that u like my style 😛
      No nevet published, havent given it much thought

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