It was my
birthday yesterday and many wished me on this day. But there was something
about yesterday, which left me slightly disturbed. Not the ones who did not
wish me, because they don’t operate Facebook on a Sunday and thus were not
reminded! But something unsettled me.
There was a time
when I wanted my birthday every six months, but now I want them only once and
that too every three years! I guess that’s what growing-up (some detractors might call it ‘ageing’ but I
stick to my selection of words!) is all about. Well nobody listened to me
then, so I guess no one is listening to me now and it comes with such religious
regularity, that I feel like declaring myself calendar-agnostic, if there was
one!
Every time
someone wished me on my birthday this year, s/he asked me – so how old are you?
How old? What the heck do you mean by OLD? I feel fresh like a leaf after the
first monsoon shower! If I ignore those minor pains in the numerous joints that
god decided to give man, I feel like a teenager, but with the maturity of a
philosopher! If your biased vision seeks out the solitary wrinkle on this bright
face of mine, then let me remind you that “wrinklier the raisin, sweeter the
fruit.” (Whoever said that may his
generations be wrinkles-free!)
What is it about age on birthdays, if it is
not just another silver lining in the already much white cloud? If birthdays
are about ageing, then why do we celebrate them? Birthdays are not losing
years, but gaining on maturity (wonder
why younger guys don’t get this!).
Finally, I can’t help but quote one of the
best known authorities on man’s age, Ms. Marilyn Monroe –“If a man isn’t a
certain age, he just isn’t interesting.” So well said and she ought to know!! All the men
‘associated’ with her were definitely of a ‘certain’ age and more than ‘interesting’
who were more interested in her though!
All those who felt a trifle sad to know my
age (giving me those ‘oh-no-don’t-tell-me’
looks), don’t worry, I am here to stay! If you are jealous of my
experience, maturity and sensibilities (that
you so simply call – ‘age’), then I pity you for your poor vocabulary! To
quote from one my favourite poems “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost –
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
So all you guys,
get ready for having to wish me again and again, till you have to raise those
wrinkles off your eye-lids for me to see those eyes!!!
But thanks for
wishing me though, it would have been worse if you had forgotten!!!
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