Not Vruddhashram, but Anandashram

My mother died in Oct 2012. This was after nearly 60 years of marriage with Baba. Theirs was a love marriage, in that era, a college romance!! So my father’s constant refrain daily was ” Why did Pramila leave me all alone?” “I cannot live without her”. Our words of solace went unheard. How does one explain the uncertainty & unfairness of life? After a couple of weeks, Baba created a different challenge for all his children. Individually he would accost his 3 daughters & my wife, his daughter-in-law , & me , his only son, with a constant ask “I want to move to an old age home”. He was living with my eldest sister who, with her husband, took great care of him. My sisters’ daughters & 4 grandchildren never let him feel lonely. Me & my wife would visit him at my sister’s place multiple times a week. Still, his demand was strident. ” I want to go to an old age home”.

We had a war council meeting! All 3 sisters, eldest brother-in-law, my wife & me. How do we convince Baba that what he asks for is just not on?? Having lived in large houses & enjoyed a good life (maybe not lavish, but never missing out anything) our worry was : how would he adjust in an Vruddhashram? Space would be limited at best or shared at worst: not at all how he had lived for 80+ years hitherto. Moreover Baba was hard of hearing, a hereditary problem for Shirodkars! So in a new place with strangers, how would he manage? Physical issues apart, the sheer social “stigma” of putting your parent in an old old age home. लोग क्या कहेंगे? With 4 children, all well off, capable of taking him into their house…how did Sr. Mr. Shirodkar end up in a old age home?? How cruel & ungrateful children!! after all that the parents did for them, brought them to this stage, & how they repay!!! Fie!!! किसी पर भरोसा नहीं कर सकते!!! ad infinitum.

But my father (after all, MY father) was adamant. so after multiple failed attempts of trying to convince him, it was decided that Padma, my eldest sister, & Vinita, my wife, would take Baba around to check out some old age homes to explore the feasibility of the राजहट …the royal unrelenting desire. Together they traversed Mumbai, Thane, Karjat, Wada, Lonavala, Kamshet, Talegaon, Dehu, Pune , Satara, Kolhapur & in between. Nothing appealed: Somewhere the facility was run down. Somewhere there was only shared acco. Somewhere food was pathetic. Elsewhere no dedicated support staff, which would be required as my father could not hear any bells or announcements. The search continued. As well as parallel efforts to convince Baba this was not a good idea. But the old man was firm. I want to go to an old age home was his strident call.

In retrospect, becoming wiser after the event, I realize our objections & efforts to convince him not to go were misdirected. In the interim period I have seen many senior couples openly discussing this option with their grown up children. Children are working/living abroad or stationed far away with their own challenges in being able to extricate themselves from their routine. So the oldies are left to fend for themselves or rely on family friends or distant relatives who happen to live in the same town. Progressively the ability of such tertiary contacts to support starts drying up; & we are back to square 1. In such cases it is common to hear about the seniors themselves deciding to check themselves in to Senior Assisted Living (modern euphemism for Old age homes).

The builders’ lobby are now seeing this as a growing market with discretionary income increasing both of the seniors & their children. Excellent facilities now dot all the holiday locations like Goa, Coimbatore, Coorg, Panchgani, Khandala & the like where the modern, well appointed alternatives for assisted living are coming up. These places boast of all the facilities one can dream of: Doctor on call, full time Nurses, Canteens which are more like restaurants, Heated swimming pools, Ambulance on call, Gym, Library, Laundry, House cleaning services, weekly shopping trips, tie up with hospitals, all indoor-game tables, Meditation halls etc. Most of these are located in pollution free environs & have on-roll professionally trained care-givers. The more luxurious the facility the lesser the guilt for the children earning in dollars; whose only constraint is giving time. Here is an option where you know your parent will be looked after well, possibly much more professionally & better than if they had to fend for themselves or worse be dependent on some distant relative/family friend.

The biggest USP these Vruddhashrams’ offer is companionship of like-minded, similar aged people who are travelling the same path & have common issues/problems. And the importance of this “sailing in same boat, & with similar experiences & issues” just cannot be underestimated. However much you love your parent, there is a “generation gap” separating you two. Possibly, at that stage, this gap gets exacerbated. Conversely in the old age home, the parent finds himself in like-minded, similarly placed “company” & that companionship is possibly his/her most important need, at that time. Possibly I will be accused of blasphemy but I venture to say the old parent may actually be happier in the old age home, transforming the Vruddhashram to an Anandashram, a happy home.

In these homes, there is space/privacy & yet there is companionship. Some of the other clear wins over traditional homes are: Safety & care, a sine qua non. Regular timely attention ensures no one forgets their medicine dosage. Periodic monitoring of diabetes and/or BP. Emergency medical help is available immediately when required which with the regular health check-ups helps better health management. A big mental safety net & support of like minded people which boosts confidence, as well as, the will to live. Many facilities run hobby centers encouraging craft & art. Besides creativity, this also supports networking & social interaction. Residents do not feel lonely or alienated, emphasizing positivity & good health, both mental as well as physical. Finally, in a curious twist, old age homes may give more control on their personal life to the golden oldies. They can truly experience individual freedom, sans responsibilities of cooking, cleaning, etc. All pedestrian needs are taken care of & they are free to participate in any social, religious or cultural activities of their choice. All this adds to the happiness index & consequently better health, mental & physical.

I am sure you have now understood why I call these as Anand Ashram rather than Vruddhashrams. I end with a plea. Pl learn from our experience & let us change our mindset around assisted living for seniors. We should encourage this option so that the seniors as well as the families can be happier: vikas

PS1 Baba died 6 weeks after Aai with the refrain of मी एकटा राहिलो (I am alone) on his lips. He had no physical ailment. Just gave up his will to live without his wife. Question which will dog me till I die: would he have been happier in an Anandashram?? & lived longer???

PS2 A close friend Nitin Charekar is actively associated with Ashtha Foundation, Aurangabad. This blog owes a lot to him

My Anal Bhau

15th October brought the sudden & shocking news that my elder cousin Anal Pandit passed away. While shaken to the core, I was actually confused whether I am in grief or not. Let me explain.

For the past over 25 years Anal, who at one time was my closest relative & friend, had distanced himself from me & the rest of the extended family. He was upset with some developments, and which family does not have issues? But here Anal Bhau declared तुम्ही सगळे माझ्यासाठी मेलIत. All efforts from a number of us cousins to reconnect, apologize were steadfastly pushed back. And Anal chose to pursue his path alone. But this was NOT the core Anal. He was always a very loving and considerate person who had gathered a large friend circle around him & was very popular with most who came in touch with him. Let me start at the beginning.

My eldest maternal uncle had 4 sons. My eldest Mami was love personified. Though her financial situation was not comfortable initially, Abamami was a true family builder. Her house was always the center of family events & people. Forever welcoming & affectionate, she knew how to make everyone happy No sacrifice was too much for her to host others & show her love. All this was 100% replicated DNA of my Anal Bhau.

Anal was 1 year elder to me & his younger brother was 1 year younger. So I had great company of similar thoughts & experiences whenever I was with them. Every vacation when I was in Mumbai, I would run off from my grandfather’s house & stay at Worli with Abamami & family. Though the house was small, the hearts were super large. In the company of the cousins I sent my best holidays. To help & support his mother financially, Anal had started doing odd, yet arduous, jobs very early in life. Early in all senses of the term as while in school, he would get up at early hours to go out & distribute library books for children!! At that time, foolishly, only implication for me was Anal had some money in his pocket & could treat us to cutlets at the neighboring Irani cafe or iddli-wada at Matunga and wadapav & tea at Shivaji Park. Much later one realized that Analbhau taught us the dignity of labor.

Even as kids, one was impressed with his network when we moved around together. Every alternate person would know & acknowledge him at Shivaji Park & Worli. His friends were legion. And the friends of younger or elder brother also soon became a part of his extended circle. His school was at Dadar thus his बालेकिल्ला became Dadar & Shivaji Park. Later I studied in Ruparel, Anal in Ruia & his younger brother at Poddar, Anal was the only one of us who developed friends in all 3 colleges. Some of his school friends went on to join IITs & then IIMs. Resultantly, Anal’s network grew wider & wider. And these friendships were never superficial. Anal’s contacts were deep: anyone of them would be ready to do anything for him. Correspondingly, Analbhau was always available for anyone in need. Generosity was in his blood stream. He gave very freely of his time, effort & where possible even money to help and support others. And all this with no expectation of any return favors!! My first house purchase was with Anal’s physical help & running around. When we returned from Atul & were looking for a flat, Anal spent weeks & weeks with us, moving around & shortlisting properties. The negotiations were spearheaded by Anal. And the cash part of both the house deals were done with Analbhau carrying the bag of cash. De facto, Vinita & I could not imagine doing anything in Mumbai without involvement & support of Analda.

Anal in Sanskrit is Fire. Anal was that part of FIRE which helps and improves others’ lot. Giving light, spreading cheer & warmth helping others, makes others’ lives better: all this was second nature to him. Amongst all of us cousins in this generation, Anal had the most well developed social conscience. His caring nature shone through in his support of a myriad schemes of social service projects. Did he learn this from his stint in National Social Service (NSS) in college? His commitment was deeper than what most of us had as teenagers. Even as a college student he was actively conducting Blood Donation camps spending his hard earned money to sponsor coffee & biscuits for the blood donors. His dedication to the social cause continued & possibly I for one got out of my I-me-Myself mindset that was core to my being due to him. Anal was aware of how the “rest of the world” lived & was always keen to see what he could contribute to improve their lot. Though unmarried, he was never alone. He epitomized the हे विश्वाची मIझे घर philosophy.

Amar, Anal’s younger brother, was the first amongst our generation to go abroad to work in Middle East as a CA. Most of the other brood made international trips for work. Analbhau was the only one who financed his trip abroad from his own money. With his large number of school friends spread across the length & breadth of US, Anal lived for 3/4 months in US travelling all across the continent in Greyhound buses. He had to spend zero on hotels. His stay was all in friends’ homes. But he saw the US much better than anyone of us who have gone as tourists or on official trips. He experienced America first hand, very closely & managed to make so many friends & family happy as he reached out & spent time with them.

Anal’s another unique characteristic was his comfort with all levels & social strata. Whether it was the Royal family of Baroda, the Gaekwads ( with whom he worked for years as a consultant) or School children Anal managed to carry his Zen with him always. He was equally at ease with corporate Directors or workmen. Housewives or highly placed professionals all listened to Anal and sought his advice. Whenever Anal visited any household. ALL people there became his close friends. How many of us can say my school friends’ wife is equally my personal friend. The grandparents in houses became his friends & prior to the email & mobile regime, he used to regularly write long letters & had made many, many pen-friends. As an observer, I many times admired the fact that one friend’s wife considered him a great smoking partner ( though Anal never smoked & just gave of his companionship) while in another house he was the fav companion to listen to old Hindi film songs. Rich diversity & inclusion was a core value Anal lived by.

As though all these characteristics were not enough to enrich this personality, Anal had a way of facing adversities & challenges with a positive frame of mind. Nothing was difficult for Analbhau. And he would not give up easily. Overcoming obstacles came naturally to him & he did it with a smile. He had to face a lot in life but that did not diminish his self confidence & faith in mankind

So to answer the question I raised at the start: I realize I am grieving & hurting. Obviously, the world is poorer with the loss of this pillar of friendship & support. Am sure wherever he is , he is looking down on his friends & family in a benign manner, satisfied with himself for an innings well played, with significant contribution to all around him. All of which would be most fondly & gratefully remembered.

Anal Bhau we will miss you. RIP ( return if Possible) vikas