Rajesh sat back on his cane
sofa and heaved a sigh as he looked across at his wife Neeta across the room,
who was busy sorting out her wardrobe.
It had been a while since the
two of them was alone at home. Two months ago they had a similar moment, now was
one more such occasion. To both of them these were treasured moments.
Rajesh reflected on the last
ten years that had gone by post his retirement. It had changed so dramatically.
He had superannuated as a Head Time Office Supervisor from a steel plant at
Jamshedpur. His elder son, Binoo had
moved across to Nagpur and was working in procurement in a construction firm.
Binoo had been married for 5 years to
Mamta and had a two year old son, Sachin.
Rajesh’s second son Rakesh, a
year younger to Binoo was based in Chhindwara working as a clerk in a mill.
It seemed then, that post
retirement, it would be the perfect thing to buy a house in Nagpur large enough
for the entire family to stay together under one roof. Would that not be ideal, he thought as he
broached the idea with Neeta. Many well wishers had questioned his decision as
this would at one go put all of his life’s savings into this one big investment
with very little money left in the bank for drawing upon for personal expenses.
Binoo and Rakesh were all
delighted with the idea. It would save them the expense of rent, and after all
they would all be living again under one roof and take care of each other.
Mamta was most delighted too. She felt that this might give her an opportunity
to get back to a working career once more, a break she had taken since the past
two years. After all, they were all one family and expenses for the household
would be shared by both Rakesh and Binoo.
That was then, a decade ago.
How life had changed since. The joint family magic lasted for just six months,
then melted away, like as if the package was taken off, and just the rot
remained. Mamta’s plan to get back to work evaporated when she discovered she
was pregnant again. Rajesh and Neeta delighted at the prospect of being
grandparents again had generously offered to move out of the master bedroom and
exchange rooms with Binoo. Not
surprisingly, this offer was accepted promptly.
A year later Rakesh got
married to Sunitha. He was keen to have a larger room now and both Rajesh and
Neeta requested him to take their room, and they would move over to the
smallest room, in their three bedroom flat. They did not mind over the years
moving from the large master bedroom, first to the second bedroom, and now to
the guest room. What was really annoying was the fact that the washing machine
was placed in their bathroom, and often they would have the rest of the family trooping
in and leaving them with little privacy.
Rajesh and Neeta would enjoy
taking an evening walk together and catching up with others in the park.
However, as the household work increased, they could find very little time to
be together. From cooking, to helping the children they had little time to
catch their breath during the day. From
a quiet peaceful life they enjoyed at Jamshedpur for several years, this seemed
like being in the middle of a typhoon each day, with occasional family under
currents and misunderstandings that are
bound to crop up when so many find themselves living together. As much as Rajesh and Neeta tried to avoid
adding to the misunderstanding, their occasional comment or lack of it would
create added tension.
Rajesh breathed deeply as he
thought deeply. His retirement plan did not exactly work out as he had planned.
He wondered if things would improve, but doubted it would.
Readers, what is your
retirement plan?
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