Senior Citizens do not get helped in India

The more we look, the more we find cases of elder abuse and of caretakers taking advantage of the person they are supposed to take care of. While we thought that our father’s case was an isolated one, we find that there are many who seem to share the same fate. We thought first this is only Chennai, maybe being away from the Central Government makes the situation less tenable but we actually find out it is even worse in the North.

The Police do nothing to stop the caretakers even when it is proven that the person has embezzled money.

Our complaint is still pending and we realise now that it is seldom that senior citizens ever get justice in India.

The below link speaks of a Mumbai-based editor who did the reverse of rags to riches and is now roaming the streets after her caretaker took advantage of her and defrauded her

Read more at: http://www.firstpost.com/india/how-did-this-mumbai-editor-go-from-property-owner-to-being-homeless-1043175.html?utm_source=ref_article

Where is the police? What is the Government doing to protect senior citizens?

Why does the Press have to talk about a case before anybody is willing to do something substantial for a senior citizen?

So many questions and only one line of answer: negligence; be it negligence towards duty by adoption of corruption rather than integrity, negligence in concrete application channels of lawmakers who are not even quick enough to issue laws protecting senior citizens, negligence of the man on the street whose heart seems to be only moved when the media pulls its strings but not when he witnesses suffering in front of him. Thank God for the few who care and who help senior citizens who are left with nothing.

Is this the future of an NRI retiring in India? Will you be secure enough when you think you have money left in the bank to take care of yourself in your old age? How long will that money last? Probably not long enough to last you a lifetime.

For those who are in India and who cannot help but retire in India, why do you not create a better place for your older self now while you are still young? Speak up when you witness an injustice committed against a senior citizen in front of you. Some day it will be you who are being helped if you set this trend.

Some of the more fortunate will plan well their estate and make sure that they have a Trust in place with a good service provider who will  not be corrupt and embezzle the money because the company will have systems in place but those who cannot afford that solution can only hope that they either have a family member with full integrity or that they don’t lose their mind or become otherwise incapacitated.

A few homes are starting in India and some more organised and better servicing of elderly than others but one  needs to plan well in advance.

From an old civilisation with high moral values and the utmost respect for our elders, we have now turned into a nation that could walk past trampling its elders without even so much as a flicker of regret.

Is this the future you want for yourself and for your children?

Journey of the soul

Journey of the soul

11 October 2013

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In flight I will still rasping breath

Gathering my strength to now soar

Flickering into the oncoming death

Though flames within me now roar

 

Heaving with a thousand wonders

My mind searches the dark abyss

My body waning into light simmers

With the promises of eternal bliss

 

My soul will wander now so free

In the lush gardens of tomorrow

While the heart has set out to flee

The weight of this worldly sorrow

 

Tremors shake my flame so slight

A gust from a long forgotten place

Brings back to frame its old might

And from blaze I find lost solace

 

I see within shades of raw green

I dwell in the pastures of the One

Leaving the illusion for the unseen

I became all then I became none

Stardust

Stardust

5 October 2013

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Night after night I fly unhindered

Soaring above the weary wastelands

With a heart strong though withered

Towards safety of the homelands

 

In infinite search of my old being

I rise with tides that slip me past

As time goes by inexorably weaving

The end of all candour steadfast

 

Beyond I see me true but not real

Reaching out in dazed wondering

Through the spinning of the wheel

We feel, touch this me other thing

 

The nights spent for spirits to hail

Captivated by scents to ambush

And days mourn the nightingale

Lost in the thorns of the rose bush

 

As days go by bleak and small

The throbbing of the crowd rises

And while within hope stands tall

Doubt without demise surmises

 

In flight I scatter what I entrust

To wind and night that fail me never

The last of this mine pink stardust

That will new bond form forever