As I contemplate on my (prematurely) ageing bones squeaking with pain, I reminisce quite a few conversations on age.
Sweet 16 - full of sweet nothings; forever 21 - not really forever; 30 - the ticking timebomb - it never goes off but is "still" (and) ticking!! 40 n midlife crisis - time to leave the vices; senility@50 - You are only as old as you imagine yourself to be! ;)
Age is nothing but a number. A number to rejoice, resurrect and reap life's harvest.
Now coming to the question, " How old are you?" Or guessing how old someone is! A direct question to a lady elicits a frank and straightforward answer. Maybe I have a bias here; for, in my circle of friends are bold, assertive women who form a niche echelon. The same question, when addressed to many a Y-carrying friend or colleague, elicits a pause, left-in-the-lurch bewilderment, a maze of guessing and finally, an approximation! Even among friends, whose DOB (they know)I know! What's wrong in saying you are that 30-ish, no 30+ish..or 40+ish? Well, I love their squirming expressions lest I blurt out that guarded number! Aaahhh, the gentlemen..handle with care.
Guessing someone's age could be outright crazy and fun, as long as the person is not privy to the free-wheeling conversations. From imaginarily pulling someone's imaginary wig to counting the hair left on the crest or looking for carefully tucked greys beneath the dripping dipped-in-blacks, it, sure. is humorous down to the humerus!(meaning, to the bone!)
Now to the other crowd who harp a bit differently but keep harping on the same string - the "right age" - to get married, to settle down (homo sapiens were long settled, aren't they?). "If not at this age, then it's never gonna happen!" Phew!!! Hahaha..sorry buddy, I've long crossed that age! I am carrying a never-detonated bomb..womb...heeheehee.
As an after-thought, a retort to this crowd ought to be, "Is there not a right age to retire and go on "vanavasam"?"
There are a few outliers who have something more to sneer at - contrasts in age, the wrinkles and the hair( rather the lack of it) or in outrageous terms , "budha and takla". It is coming of age, you see and I am sorry for those people who cannot see eye-to-eye, who have not yet come of age(mental, emotional). Physical ageing and its attendant frailties are gonna catch up with you too, dudes. I am gonna see you go "budha"; takla? maybe not..you need chock-a-block of hair to cover up that empty box below.
So what of the age, huh? I love and adore you for what you are! As long as we grow gracefully, with age! ;)
Sweet 16 - full of sweet nothings; forever 21 - not really forever; 30 - the ticking timebomb - it never goes off but is "still" (and) ticking!! 40 n midlife crisis - time to leave the vices; senility@50 - You are only as old as you imagine yourself to be! ;)
Age is nothing but a number. A number to rejoice, resurrect and reap life's harvest.
Now coming to the question, " How old are you?" Or guessing how old someone is! A direct question to a lady elicits a frank and straightforward answer. Maybe I have a bias here; for, in my circle of friends are bold, assertive women who form a niche echelon. The same question, when addressed to many a Y-carrying friend or colleague, elicits a pause, left-in-the-lurch bewilderment, a maze of guessing and finally, an approximation! Even among friends, whose DOB (they know)I know! What's wrong in saying you are that 30-ish, no 30+ish..or 40+ish? Well, I love their squirming expressions lest I blurt out that guarded number! Aaahhh, the gentlemen..handle with care.
Guessing someone's age could be outright crazy and fun, as long as the person is not privy to the free-wheeling conversations. From imaginarily pulling someone's imaginary wig to counting the hair left on the crest or looking for carefully tucked greys beneath the dripping dipped-in-blacks, it, sure. is humorous down to the humerus!(meaning, to the bone!)
Now to the other crowd who harp a bit differently but keep harping on the same string - the "right age" - to get married, to settle down (homo sapiens were long settled, aren't they?). "If not at this age, then it's never gonna happen!" Phew!!! Hahaha..sorry buddy, I've long crossed that age! I am carrying a never-detonated bomb..womb...heeheehee.
As an after-thought, a retort to this crowd ought to be, "Is there not a right age to retire and go on "vanavasam"?"
There are a few outliers who have something more to sneer at - contrasts in age, the wrinkles and the hair( rather the lack of it) or in outrageous terms , "budha and takla". It is coming of age, you see and I am sorry for those people who cannot see eye-to-eye, who have not yet come of age(mental, emotional). Physical ageing and its attendant frailties are gonna catch up with you too, dudes. I am gonna see you go "budha"; takla? maybe not..you need chock-a-block of hair to cover up that empty box below.
So what of the age, huh? I love and adore you for what you are! As long as we grow gracefully, with age! ;)
