Mom's Pension

 

                   Mom's Pension

Who is mom's pension comparable to? The Reserve Bank of India or the closed Srimandir Ratnabhandar !!!

  I ask myself this question over and over again. And the answer always comes the same.

Hearing Mamata's words, I returned from the state of mind.

- "Tension, not pension. Mom says his pension money has been stolen again. You take his pension account and money and put it in a bank locker today. I can't handle all these shifts anymore."

"What's new in this? Do you remember Mom? He put it under his own pillow or in a trunk or somewhere else. So who else is the thief this time?"

"He said he had lost thirty rupees. The maid had already insulted Manju and Keshab in the morning. He said he had parked the car for rent."

 I put down the paper and asked, "Rent a car! Where are you going, mom?"

- Today is November 1st. Go to the bank, give a life certificate and bring a pension. Aren't you ready? How much will take tell me? "

  I remember laughing, Ready Healy. Before the bank left, he was holding thirty rupees in my hand to refill the old petrol in the car.

   At the end of the day, the family's pension was available to mom. There was a large box under the bed in mom's bedroom, which she had brought from her father's house. There was, of course, still a large wooden box in the village house. Truck and crane were needed to bring it to town.

"She has no place in the house. If her grandson gets a job, she'll keep that box for her granddaughter in the big house," she said.

 Now there was a huge lock on that trunk in the house, the key of which was hung in a silver pendant tied to mom's ear.

"She wouldn't even dare to break her lock."

  "Keep an eye on my two daughters-in-law's boxes and pension accounts," she told me.

I look around in shock. Mamata says backwards, "Don't give me anything from your pension money."

"Did I tear the sari I bought last time or not?" mom laughed.

"Boy, he gave it to Manju after he left the color of the yarn sari. He brought it back to me saying you called him a thief."

"Well, if I get a pension this time, I'll buy five or a thousand bala."

I laugh.

On the day the father received his pension, he returned from the village treasury with rasagola, chocolates, biscuits and a good bar for his children.

Mom is also getting ready on the first day. She carefully wears her own manibandha sari and leaves the call for Mamata or her granddaughter.

"Hello, a little bit of a button on my blouse. Who took all the pin under my pillow? Everyone's eyes on my stuff. How much will it cost my son?"

 She complains that her blouse and shadow are being stolen. Everyone laughs, but I love to hear her complain.

   Mom is not wearing a blouse at home

Mamata says, "Boy, there are so many blouses, don't you wear them?"

My son and daughter are upset.

"Grandma, you're exposing more than movie heroines. There will be complaints on the censor board."

  "Hello, what kind of snake will you bring me to hide?"

"Grandma is very rude. I didn't leave a comment."

  Everyone laughs and laughs. I think the Booms are like the Eternal Sea of ​​all Mamata, like the sky. The younger brother lives in Bombay.

We all fall in love with mom when we visit there for few days.

Mamata teases me, "Sad baby."

  There is no need to go to the treasury or bank every month as before; the money is automatically deposited in the passbook. There are also ATMs for trouble. More facilities for senior citizens.

However, mom goes to the bank every month and picks up some money himself. He brings gifts for grandchildren, grandchildren, sweets for the house, clips for maids, bracelets, shirts or lungi for housewives and red shells for affection. He spends hundreds of dollars on the pension money he took when he returned from the bank to see what the Pune festival would be like that month.

"We will bring good ghee, balita, dried coconut, khai, ukhuda, muruj, incense sticks, jhuna, honey and good paribas.

Assigning me thousands of dollars, I asked myself, "Is there any money left?"

Laughing, Mom returned his hand ten or twenty times, saying, "Your father couldn't pay the deposit. The shopkeeper was cheating. You're all like me."

I hug her and say,

- "You gave the pension money cheaply to the shopkeeper."

 Mom didn't look good or happy. However, all the accounts look at the book and ask us.

The children always wear it with the mom.

"Grandma, how much money is in your pension account? Transfer our name."

"Wait, I'm dead. It's all yours. My JJ is sitting on my way."

I put my hand in her mouth and threatened her, saying,

"We don't know where to leave us. We will know. Then the government will take over the pension without us. The longer we live, the higher the pension."

He rolls his eyes and looks at me in disbelief.

-You are telling the truth! Won't my child be found? "I'm waiting for the alpha government to pay for my pension? I'll wait until I see the granddaughter's house. Let's go to the bedroom, let's see my pension account."

Mamata smiles and says in my ear,

"The budgets of the finance minister and the queen will be calculated. It will come out before the launch."

 Mom pulls out a big old diary inside the house. She writes the account in my hand on different pages. Saves for grandchildren. Read grandchildren's lessons. Unbeknownst to her, her granddaughter is employed and earns one and a half lakhs a month.

However, Mom spends his granddaughter's hands every month. The girl is happy too. She buys what she sells on the street. She must buy her favorite chunks of vegetables or yogurt.

-Hey, don't give a damn. "I'm paying my pension. Religion will not tolerate cheating old people."

The poor bastards shave their heads and give them double things. The old mother is afraid of everyone. Her son is a big officer and urges everyone to let anyone know what they need.

The village house is a separate account for Mulia, Haliya, Brahmin, Thakur, Dol, Janmastami expenses. He is happy that I tell him that everything will be done with his pension money. However, he tells me,

- I will not spend my eyes on Mom's pension. I will be careful. I don't even trust the bank boy. We will check to see if he is going to the right money account. Is that so? "

  "It's hard to calculate so much money in your pension account and fixed deposit."

I look at Mom with a confused look. A simple smile on her face.

 The question echoes again in the mind, "Mom's pension, comparable to whom?"

  Who really can count on the love, affection, and affection in my brother-in-law's pension money. That is infinite, eternal.

No other chartered accountant in the world can calculate Mom's pension.

"Give it to everyone, didn't you give me a hand?"

 With a natural smile on toothless mouth, he walked over to me and put a note in my hand, saying, "Bye Ta; I've set it aside for you."

  I have Mom's pension money in my hand.

Mom's smiling face floated inside the note.

Confused, I bring that precious ten-note note.