i have always envied friends who live with their grandparents. i was never that lucky. aji-ajoba have been in gwalior since their birth. i remember going to gwalior when i was younger for my summer holidays. once i started playing i saw them less n less. i always miss my grandparents. with my busy life it almost becomes impossible to spend time with them. though this time when they came to pune i promised myself that whatever free time i have i will only be with them. its been an amazing week.
aji-ajoba love to talk. rightly so, they have so many stories to tell. ajoba is 81 and aji is in her seventies. ajoba was the 12th kid of the family,and the youngest too. he says he doesnt really know his real birthdate. at that time there were no birth records. he says parents used to get confused about who was their kid and who wasnt. ajoba had 5
buffaloes in his backyard. he used to get 5 litres of milk from each one. milking them was his department. he said it was the hardest job he ever did. he said after a while the buffaloes had got so used to him that they would kick anybody else other than ajoba if they came near. the most funny story he loves to tell is about his swimming picnic.
he had taken a couple of younger kids to swim in a lake. they all finished and were drying themselves up. all of them were standing at a height of a 3 storey building. one of my mama was standing right on the edge and covering himself up. when suddenly from nowhere a bull came charging at him. mama panciked and jumped. due to his panic he jumped not in the water but on land on the opposite side. ajoba went running not towards mama but towards the farmer who left the bull free. mama was left unconscious. ajoba hammered the farmer and took mama to the hospital on the same bull that caused this. luckily for ajoba, mama miraculously escaped with just a few scratches. you have to listen to ajoba telling this story. he is at his animated best.
ajoba was a librarian all his life. aji was a school teacher for forty years. i know the aji-ajoba love story by heart by now but i still ask aji to narrate it to me. she blushes her way to glory and i love to see that. aji-ajoba’s was a arranged marriage. aji was from kalyan and one of her mama knew ajoba and was impressed by him. aji went to meet ajoba with her mother and mama at dabra. ajoba at that time worked there. ajoba had no clue that aji was coming to visit. when aji reached the house ajoba was not home. there was a watchman who led them in. aji says the first thing she checked was for cigrattes or alcohol she didnt find any. the next thing on agenda was the kitchen. she says more than ajoba it was the kitchen that impressed her the most. she says it was as clean as a woman would keep it. when ajoba came in he was surprised to see them. he asked them the purpose of their visit,mama took him aside and told him. ajoba always makes fun of aji,” its usually women who comes in with poha and chai for the man,but in our case it was me who got the poha and chai.” aji ate the poha and instantly agreed, ajoba on the other hand was surprised that a beautiful woman like her wanted to marry him. when mama asked ajoba did he like aji ajoba said, “if she likes me who am i to say no.”
aji-ajoba make a great couple. they both are loosing sight and vision slowly. to say the truth ajoba is a little more deaf than aji but he wont agree. when they have a conversation they usually are repeating the same thing over and over again to each other. but its often ajoba who struggles more. when both of them reached pune by bus they told me to pick them up from swargate. i reached swargate on time and waited. ajoba called me and told me they have reached. that day i ran ten rounds of swargate but couldnt find them. when i called them they couldnt here me at all. i told ajoba to ask a passerby if it was swargate or shivajinagar but throughout our conversation he kept repeating platform number 5.he just couldnt hear. i panicked and inquired at the window they told me there is no bus coming from jalgaon to swargate all buses went to shivajinagar. i rushed to shivajinagar and found them sipping on sugarcane juice they had taken it for granted that every bus comes to swargate only. that night we laughed our asses off on the whole incident. aji called ajoba deaf and vice versa.
god! i miss both of them so much when they are not around. my most favorite
sight is when a grandpa holds his grandsons hand and takes him for a walk. its the cutest sight ever. it also signifies to me the best times of our life. being old is our journey from innocence back to innocence. its a journey from developing our senses to loosing them back again.
what should i say i just love you both!…:):)