The Grandma Who Never Died !

January 27, 2008

The old grandma was 89 years old. She was in a pretty bad condition, she was already half dead! It has been more than 2 years since her world had shrunken into this small bed in the corner of the darkest room in the house. Doctors had found several definitions for her condition, but no one really cared for all those medical details. She was getting too old and these things should be happening. A nurse was appointed for talking care of grandma and everyone was busy on other jobs. Her memory wasn’t completely blank, but they were in no definite form. She tried too hard but couldn’t remember the face of her husband (she knew there was one) but could well recollect the necklace she wore on their marriage. Her eyelids and lips were the only movable parts left on her aged, crumbled body. Even they moved, only when they wanted to move and not really when the grandma wanted them to move. Difficult condition you see! But, grandma was alright. She have become used to all these. She had no time for complaining, for she was unconscious for 80% of her lifetime and with the rest 20% she was extremely busy, with stuffs like food, medicine and similar things…

In her sleep, she used to have dreams about her olden days and very rarely about her future and present. She knew that, of all things that can happen, a ‘perfect complete death’ can be the only solution to her problems (Yes, she was very much aware of her condition). But she however was afraid of death. So she never loved such dreams she occasionally had (referring death).

They say that people are put into such conditions, even deprived of an opportunity to die, for the sins they have committed over their life time. The more the number of sins the more will you suffer! You are assigned a particular time span to agonize like this, according to the size of your misdeeds. Everyone knew that grandma will have to wait till this ‘period of punishment’ assigned to her gets over. Death will follow then. There was always many people coming and going into the house to visit and sympathize grandma. She belonged to a rich zamindar family which had association with a lot of people. Her husband was a very respectful person in the village and was known for all the good deeds he have done to the village for its developments. But the villagers believed that this man had a disastrous family life. In the eyes of these villagers, our poor grandma was a bit of a crooked lady. They even accused her for the early death of her husband out of a heart attack. This crooked image of grandma remained as a solid proof for all those ‘sin and suffering’ stories.

The grandma was staying with her eldest son and his family in their old house at the village. So one fine day, a brand new member came into this house. Grandma’s eldest son’s third daughter gave birth to beautiful son on that glorious day. The house was rejoicing for this new gift they got. Large number of relatives, neighbors, friends and acquaintances rushed into the home. The house suddenly got too crowded. Big noise and Celebrations everywhere! And in the dark corner, our grandma (of course, unaware of every new development) wakes up from her sleep. She hears all these big sounds all around her. It was not pleasing to her ears. She was horrified. She supposed something bad is coming her way. She knew it. She was sure. What else could be that…other than DEATH….…Yaman is coming her way and his large bull was making this horrifying sound…extreme fear started to fill grandma’s half awake mind. She tried to open her eyes…with all her strength…she didn’t want to die…she tried to keep her eyes open…and now to her surprise….she can clearly see all those things around her…she can see so many people around her, much more people than she have ever seen. Grandma can’t recognize those faces, but sure they seems familiar.

Suddenly, with a chill grandma realized the possiblity that she is already dead…and these people are gathered here to mourn for her ….oh yes….Death have at last come over her. Grandma felt something unexplainable on her mind. She didn’t want to think more about it then. With a silent sigh she closed her eyes..tightly…as if she agreed her defeat…!


The small crowd around me bursts into loud laughter. I too laughed, though not that loud as others did. Such a story was an assured part of all those gatherings we used have on those evenings. It was a long time ago. I was a kid then. People from our neighborhood forms the part of this meeting. Such meetings meant a lot of fun for all. The point is that this ‘grandma’ her eldest son and her eldest sons 3rd daughters 2nd son…all were real people who lived somewhere in our vicinity. But however, was the story real? I ‘am not yet sure. There was of course the fun of crafting rumors. Maybe those stories were true….at least to some extent…well who cares…? There were plenty of such similar stories…each day you get to hear a new one…some…I never understood anything…but that fact that I remember many of them even today is enough proof of the joy I had at those times. These things stays among my favorite childhood memories…