Age is catching up........I mean, the biological age and not the age of my mind.
I take the often-repeated phrase very seriously saying to myself," Age is only a number" and I truly believe there is no conflict between an ageing body and an young mind within it. Just so to prove that, I took lessons of Pole Dancing with mind-full of enthusiasm! ( I must confess that I loved it even though my ageing limbs protested vehemently!)
......but then, the young mind can not take the ageing brain head-on all the time. As a part of the biological process of growing old, body parts compete with each other and gives you clear signs of eventual "wear and tear". A gradual weakening of memory with each passing year tops the list of symptoms of growing older, I guess!
In my case, the situation is doubly critical. I was possibly born with this terrible trait of mine - I simply do not remember where I keep "important" stuff at the time when those are needed!! .....and now that I am approaching 50 (biological age, I mean), situation is going towards worse, I must say. Almost everyday a search mission needs to be launched for something or the other - passports, suitcase keys, childrens' vaccination card, ATM card, Maid's employment contract, my mobile phone and the list goes on...... while I sweat and panic almost to the verge of bursting into loud cry, all members of the family (including my dog) bring the entire house down to search for random "important" stuff. The commander of the search mission ( my husband, of course) sits still, throws direction to the team members in a steely voice and in between, throws steely glances towards me and I feel miserable, to say the least!
I consider this as an official seal that I am growing old biologically (the mind stays young and fresh, though)
Yesterday was Valentine's day - a beautiful day started with a beautiful morning with children kissing me "Happy Valentine's Day Ma", and a beautiful gift was being unwrapped (my husband got it for me few days back during his recent tour but I wanted to unwrap it ceremoniously on Valentine's day!). As I sat down with a cup of tea and the morning newspaper, my husband asked for a particular thing which was in my wallet. I rushed to upstairs feeling confident that it was in my green handbag. Well, the wallet was not inside my green handbag, nor on the sofa upstairs, nor on the red sofa in kids room, nor inside my cupboard, nor in the bamboo basket in the kitchen...... and the sweat, the panic, the palpitation. Feeling helpless, I cried out from upstairs," Kids, help please. I can't find my wallet"
One more search mission - spoiling the beautiful morning and making the house look like a battle field. My daughter even checked inside the refrigerator , just in case!
"How can it go inside the fridge, Babu" I tried to protest feebly.
With the same gravity in her voice as her dad's, she replied without even turning back to me, " Anything is possible Ma"
(Unbelievable ! I was thinking to myself and feeling miserable, as allways)
Almost an hour later, my Almighty Ma Durga possibly answered to my fervent prayers and the brain regained some of its lost glory. I ran back up to check the folder where my son keeps his drum sticks and notation copies for his drum lessons. It was certainly the moment to scream "Eureka". Now, don't ask me how the wallet ended up inside that folder (even I do not clearly remember the sequence of events).
I was convinced one more time that I am growing older biologically (the mind is young and fresh, though).
Lovely ladies, in case you are growing older biologically like me, stay fresh and young at heart but be a little mindful where you keep your wallet. Otherwise a beautiful Valentine's Day morning will get wasted searching for it!
Enjoy life as it comes !!
