Om Ashram
The last thing i remember him telling me was, "Go to the udupi mess and tell them I'd sent you." He loves eating; he spent half an hour describing the lunch he used to have at the udupi mess every afternoon. On thursdays, they make heavenly chiroti. He is 86 years old, his wife died in a boat mishap 60 years back and he's still in love with her. He used to work for the Karnataka State Transport and Rajnikanth worked for him - "He's a nice boy and is doing well. God bless him."The sun rises with trepidation here for it knows it can't match her fury. She joined the freedom movement very early in her life and fought alongside the names we read in our history books. She was a brave soldier and a close aide of Indira Gandhi. Everyone clamors to hear her sing and she readily obliges by singing her favorite song - 'Vande Mantaram'. She stopped counting how old she was a long time back because it doesn't really matter. She looks into the distance and her empty eyes reveal the sorrow that's seeped into her life.
Many people at the twilight of their lives stay at Om Ashram, off Bannerghatta Road.
They are as diverse as any other group would be. There are singers, freedom fighters and homemakers. Some can't see properly whereas some cannot walk without help. But it is the commonalities that bind them so closely. They know they have been abandoned by their families, they realize that they are unwanted by the ones they unconditionally loved and they know all they have for the rest of their lives are others like them.
It is easy to spread a little joy in their lives; all they want you to do is listen to them. They look at you with curious child-like eyes and tell you stories like we were all stuck in a time bubble in the 1960s. They regale you with stories from their youth and not once do they complain about their families - "they must have had some difficulty with me. Anyway, i am not dependent on them." Sometimes they ask you if you are treating your grandparents well.
As i was leaving, she who could barely hear, held my hands, came close to my face and whispered, "I'll never forget you."
[Photos from one of my visits]





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