I Have A Second Family
I Have A Second
Family
Time together as a Family is a gift.
“Write it on your heart that every day is the
best day in the year.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“My friends are my second family.
Sometimes friends can understand my problem but my family can’t.”
Greyson Chance
Neighbours are no less than the second
family,
so make sure you know them and treat them
well.
Shikha Mishra
I
get up in the morning at about 05.30 hrs, after freeing from my personal
routine, the first thing in the day is to prepare three cups of tea, two for
watchmen in the street who remain awake whole night and third cup is for a maid
old lady in the neighbourhood whose day starts even earlier then me, the first
words that I listen from them is “Ram Ramji Babuji”, it is so satisfying that
somebody wishing me the Bliss of the Lord. Next thing is to pick up my “Jhola”
(used cotton cloth made bag that can hang on the shoulder) and ask my Darling
Madam how much milk to fetch and what other things are required home like fruits,
vegetables, bread, butter, biscuits etc.
On my way to neighbourhood market, there are
so many to meet, An Amma, A Chowkidar, A Worshipper, all well known and some
less known and still others not known but everybody wishing “Ram Ramji”, the
sequence and satisfaction it creates is wonderful it is like shower of Bliss of
the Lord.
On
reaching the market I wish young man there with the words, “Namesteji” or “Good
Morning Sir” and his reply invariably is “Paripauna Uncleji” meaning “I touch
your feet Uncleji” then it is my turn. I always bless him with whatever is at
my command, “Khush Raho, Abad Raho,
Tandrust Raho, Seva Karat Raho, Madam ki, Bacho Ki, Taraki Karat Raho” and
sometime I wish him an outing to “Goa” that he likes most, this exchange is for
a minute or so because he is a busy man. Then I move to my vegetable friend,
“Dharm Nath”, cart always full to the brim with fresh and variety; who greets
with the words, “Aao kya Seva Karoon” and a broad smile that is asking. My
fruit seller says, “Jai Ramji Ki Babuji”.
A
young boy from nearby pocket comes to the same Grocery shop to fetch milk, feed
dogs, with milk, biscuits and cheese and also distribute alms. He is young
executive with some multinational company. His way of wishing is quite
different it is of yesteryears; it is really touching my feet and pressing my
calf muscles, it give me comfort for a few seconds. Now it is my turn. I wish
“Tarqui Karate Raho, Tandrust Raho, Be Promoted soon to become Vice President
and a Party to celebrate”.
Back
home journey starts, meeting my friend who dry cleans our clothes and always
does the job even when it is difficult or time bound, I find him mostly counting currency notes or sorting his
vouchers: I greet him differently I wish him, “Oh Lord give him so many Rs.500
notes that he finds it difficult to counts and seeks my help,” and his reply
is, “Kripa Hai”.
Sometimes
I meet our Book Shop man and wish the elder tall slim Sardarji there #Waheguruji Ka Khalsa, Waheguruji Ki
Fateh” and also “Jo Bole, so Nihal, Sat Sri Akal” and tell him that his
laughter is an index to his good health. My Chemist is a
great man always ready to send medicines home with discount highest, knowing
everybody in our home by first name always greeting with the words “Nameskar”.
There is a Pansari shop also; if one wants rare things he is ready to supply
but for a price, best quality shop for a price, we are more or less formal. My
AC man keeps our Air Conditioners working always in summer. No sweet nothings man
always ready for a job but after a pause, work is perfect and the best.
This
is my second family. I need not have money in my pocket but they would send
everything at home, chit-chat with them is interesting and worth the time spent
even if no purchases. They are the people wherewith one can discuss the emotional
pain, internal despair, emotion neglect, happy moments, stories of past achievements
and other delicate issues without fear
of being used. They are the cherished gems, develop them with care and caution,
then they would be with you even in difficult times.
Long Live the
Second Family
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