Young at heart

Young at heart

My rakhi sister Rajni and her husband Prof Saxena from Bhilai visited us last month and stayed with us for a week. This was their second visit to Bangalore - the first being 50 years ago for their honeymoon. We took them round to several places in and around Bangalore and to almost all parks including Lal bagh and Cubbon Park. Prior to their departure we were taking a stroll in the Bugle Rock gardens when I noticed a pensive streak in the otherwise cheerful countenance of Saxena.

“Bangalore is certainly not what it was during our last visit,” he mused.

“Of course it isn’t! You can’t expect it to be the same with the population exploding at a crazy pace, and the unbridled growth of the city in every possible direction with high rise buildings reducing our beautiful Garden city to a veritable concrete jungle, those countless flyovers and underpasses at many unnecessary locations, not to speak of the dreadful pollution caused by ever-increasing vehicles…”.  I was getting emotional defending my favourite city when Saxena interrupted my eloquence.

”No, I am not referring to those aspects. Don’t forget yours is a highly progressive silicon city and none should grudge paying this much price for the benefits accrued in the process,” he explained. I was relieved that he wasn’t indulging in the same old criticism of the city’s deteriorating infrastructure.

“Are you then expressing your disappointment over the dwindling number of birds in the parks we have visited?”

“Not at all! In fact I am trying to convey my appreciation of the great number of chirping pairs of young lovebirds, occupying all the benches around here too like in all other parks of the city!” “Which birds are you talking about?” I asked looking around rather foolishly.
“Bhai saab! Can’t you make out he is referring to these young boys and girls who are sitting on all these benches here freely talking on their mobiles and enjoying SMSing, oblivious of our presence” clarified Rajni.

“Oh, are you trying to express your disapproval for allowing these things at public places?” “Don’t be stupid,” he sighed. “I am really disappointed that things were not like this when we came here last. There were no cell phones to enjoy instant easy access to line up such rendezvous with the ones we loved, like these lucky ones here. Don’t you think we folks have missed all this fun? How I wish I were 50 years younger!”

So, this was the change the good old boy had observed in the city — of all the things! I couldn’t help admiring his youthful heart.

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