Adopt The Second Childhood

Already late by 10 minutes, somehow I reached the radio city office. Day was normal, cool breezes during the morning walk, as per the schedule of the first Sunday of every month a regular visit to nearby old-age home with parents and apple of my eye, Rihaan, my 7 year old son; my wifey was not there to join us due to her prior promises to her company. Rihaan eagerly waited for this day as he always had a great time with them and even for them the smile of him made them happy.

The surprising thing for the day was the unexpected Coimbatore Sunday traffic, maybe the whole city planned for picnic as it was last month of the year. RJ Shrivats was waiting for me, handling the pre-planned talk show with me alone. I forgot to mention about me , I am a techie working for a MNC and part time social activist working with a NGO "Adopt the second childhood", working for the old-age people.

"Good afternoon coimbatore, this is RJ Shrivats from radio city, and with me , we have Achyutam, the social activist working for the NGO "adopt the second childhood"." He welcomed me.

"Thank you, Shrivats and good afternoon Coimbatore." I replied.

"Tell us about your NGO and its work." He asked.

"Our NGO works for old-age people, asking the people to make a regular visit to any nearby old-age home, spend some time with them, if possible, ask them to adopt them. Our NGO helps in the procedure of adopting them." My answer to his question.

"Any reason behind the name of the NGO?" He continued the conversation.

I replied, "after crossing the 60s, our second childhood begins. We start to behave like kids. But the life for the old-age home people are totally different. So, adopting them means adopting the second childhood."

The conversation went on for 10 minutes including the break. I returned home. Spent the evening playing with Rihaan, had the dinner, went to sleep. I woke up next morning, I could see an article about the whole conversation we had. My son asked me the reason of my photo in the newspaper. Fulfilling the duty of a responsible dad, I explained the whole thing. The conversation was not going to an end as the innocent kid with curious mind bombarded me with the questions one after the other. Seeing the time, I discontinued the conversation, said to him, "son, go to grandpa and ask him, I will be late for the office."

Returning from the office, I could see Rihaan busy on his own things. I don't know what he understood of my or my dad's answer, but expecting that he will get all his answers with time.