This goes back to the childhood days. Those were simpler
times with simpler people around. All I would look forward to, was the evening
after school when I would go play cricket or football with my locality or
colony friends.
We would fight, shout, compete and then bid each other goodbye
each day promising to continue our game the next day.
It was a satisfied life even without a
phone, or PubG or any such hi-end graphics game that we see around today.
There was an old man, ‘Shetty uncle’, as we could
fondly call him, who always used to watch us play cricket and sometimes would be
the umpire for the game.
For those who do not follow cricket, the umpire in cricket
is just like the referee in a football game, the difference being, an umpire just stands in one place and doesn't need to move, run like a referee.
An Umpire, mediates and calls the shots on runs
as they are called in a game of cricket. Shetty uncle was this 6 feet 5 inch tall, well-built man, sparsely
haired, always stood upright, very bony In structure and had a very deep voice
and was very talkative.
Despite his age, he would involve himself in all
matters of the locality and always tell us youngsters to come forward to volunteer
as well.
The point to note here is that, we chose Shetty uncle to umpire, solely
because he was a neutral person watching us and we needed someone who would be
around when we played and Shetty uncle was always around the same corner of the
balcony from where he would watch us.
We could see he enjoyed watching us play
and even though we broke his window-pane on a number of occasions, he would
shout at us and then go back to umpiring our game. It was a love hate
relationship with Shetty uncle.
He always had a way of life, would not compromise
it on any grounds. Had his firm set of principles around life, a routine and never
swayed away from it & It was his love for cricket that kept him tied to the
balcony for hours together watching us.
Sometimes he would wait for us in the evening on his balcony even before we started playing.
I would always see Shetty uncle sitting
in the same position in a corner on his balcony while passing through below his
balcony would smile at him & wave a goodbye.
Over the years, me along with
all my locality or colony friends grew up, went off to college and the field
was taken over by the next generation of kids but Shetty uncle stayed there.
When
I used to go back on college breaks, Shetty uncle would stop me, ask about my well-being,
my studies. I could see he had grown older, not that he was not already old.
I got my first job moved out of the town for a few years.
I was positive and happy,
and it is that time of your life generally, when you feel you can change the
world and you are young and energetic. So was I. Also met my childhood friends when i went on festive breaks, and
we caught up, played a little cricket gain to relive those childhood memories
with Shetty uncle smiling at us. His face reflected of calmness and happiness
put together. It felt as if he had relived his life watching us play.
Job was going good, those 3 years were one of
learning, growing up, shouldering responsibilities. Learnt a lot in terms of
living alone outside the cocoon of a college campus, not to mention the personal
financial management. I was finally looking at filling application forms for my
MBA and going for another round of higher learning.
Shetty uncle was encouraging and kept a tab on me
through my parents asking about my whereabouts, my job and so on. He had grown senile and a
little irritable Is what I hear from my friends who visited him often or stayed
back in my home town.
He no longer stayed for hours in his balcony and
needed rest. The tall upright structure was now old, bent with a walking stick,
with not much authority in voice, in fact he did not talk much at all anymore. In
fact, he had grown irritable enough for his wife to leave him and go her hometown.
Shetty uncle stayed alone in his 2-bedroom flat and had a cook
and maid who helped him with daily chores. He always appreciated punctuality,
diligence and detested otherwise. I guess old age has a way of enhancing your intensity
to not tolerate nonsense and Shetty uncle was an epitome of it – his principles
and his routine were the only blocks that remained in his life.
Many people slowly moved
out of the locality, some went to different countries to study, work, some got
married and settled down.
Shetty uncle however was there holding fort, & umpiring till his last day from the same
corner of his balcony.
From what I can guess estimate, he would have seen through
at least 4 to 5 different sets of children playing cricket in the locality, for at least
5 years for each set of them and then each left for college and other
engagements, carrying on in life; while Shetty uncle spent his last approx. 25
years of his life from 1995 to 2020 in the same place.
He had grown unwell towards the end and kept mostly to
his bed in his last few months is what I hear. I wonder how he managed to stay
alone in that 2-bedroom flat. It was probably his trips to the balcony that came to his
rescue for most of the times.
Covid-19 attacked, and Shetty uncle passed away at a time
when most of the locality was not allowed to send him off on this final journey.
No one could have a gathering or more than 10 in a curfew, and it was a few of his close
relatives who were the only ones who took him away; Just like that.
This is how life is sometimes; the journey can be
illustrious, exemplified but death is cold, abrupt; It comes and takes you away
leaving a void. That corner of the balcony no longer looked a happy place.
It
was a vacant space that no longer looked all that special anymore. Now that I looked at
the corner, it seemed like a very awkward/odd place, almost like something I would not associate with Shetty uncle surprisingly, although his memories for me were all in that tiny little corner of the balcony.
That is how life is. We
tend to connect the dots and the whole picture looks pretty and complete; often we miss out on key features, forget
those crucial elements that are the essence, which when missing, create
a void massive enough to make the picture look nothing like it has always
looked like, and that’s how that corner of the balcony was without Shetty uncle; empty and incomplete.
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