I am not from a very well educated or a modern or a geek family.My parents hardly knows how to send a message or to play game. Truth is they don't have time for those things.My father uses one big touch pad phone till now.Anyway It was a sunny sunday.I do have office on some weekends.So, I was in office on that day .Striking the keyboards like Maxwell striking the balls of spinners.Prakash called me.
Prakash and me were friends from school.Me and him we share some common trades like debate unnecessarily on useless political moves,movie stories , checking out girls yeah but never about studies of course otherwise we cant be friends.Because real friends never talk about academics.He is now in Deloitte.He was assigned on one onsite project so it was the last day for him in India .He was going to Melbourne for seven month.He called me because I have the coupon for the free cab from taxi for sure and he wanted to me to join him to the airport.
Well I finished my work that day quite early and called the cab .We went from Punjagutta to Madhapr to pick Prakash and then straight to airport.We were talking and laughing . Suddenly that cab cab driver a muslin I figure out that by his white cap of mid 50s or 60s. asked whether we are going to foreign or somewhere in India.
I just replied I am staying here only and my friend is going to Australia for work for some months.Then our conversation started.He to;d that he has a son Abdullah who was his only son with three daughters .His son went to Dubai seven years back .At first he used to call every 2 or 3 days and send money in every month.All family members were happy But after days passed he changed .He only sends money He had not came India since two years,The Uncle tried to talk to him but he has changed his number.I can see the tears rolling out his eyes We were at the airport He just stopped and turned back and told,"hey son ,call your mom and dad everyday if not possible at least in a week.When change your number tell your parents.They may became old but remember thy love you more than anything and anyone.Just talk to them they don't tell it but they cry to listen your voice "/
We stepped out of the car I was just trying to control the tears Prakash too.The phone just start flashing.Mamma calling.I didn't want but just picked up and......."beta ......office se aagaya.....khana khaya ki nahi........."Son...you came from office?....had your dinner or not.......... That moment I think I lost myself I wanted to cryout loud .The pictures of my family, home were striking my head.I just realized why she askes every time asks the same question to me,What have I become a Money slave.........I was chocking .The words were not able find the path.I just cancelled the call.
Sometimes I wonder what have I become. In this corporate busy life somewhere I had lost myself.May be its because we all did.The redundant silly questions of our parents like we gad our food or not came back from office or not ,why you are not calling to this uncle that aunt makes us feel bored.We try to spend more time with our friends,boyfriends,girlfriends,colleagues or had a party or something.We call this spending QUALITY time. Putting our parents photo in purse ,sending them some money and calling them to our place in a year thats how we show our respect ,our love.Is it really making them happy?We are doing this because we think this will make them happy.We do this like a job.Our parents slipped down in our priority and girlfriends and boyfriends had moved up. We never thought how they are living in some thousands miles far without their life,their children for whom they had fought the life battle.Reality is really hard to digest.I,we had become greedy.......If it had just touched your hearts just call you your parents......make them smile.....Believe me listening to the smile of parents is thousands time greater than listening to Arijit Singh songs................Just give a call make them SMILE.........You will also fell proud.............