​No. Age is not just a number.
It’s what you have achieved and what you have failed to achieve.
It’s people you love and those who hate you.
It’s what you love and what you hate.
It’s you being stubborn and it’s you being compromising.
It’s letting new people into your life and losing some.
It’s everything.
It’s everything compressed into two digits. Sometimes three..
So NO. Age is NOT just a number.
Two years back, while I was trying to comb my hair I found the first white hair. At first I thought it’s just a reflection of light from behind. But some days later my sis pointed some white hairs back of my head. I was like… Oh $#@t!!! I am getting older. It was the same time when I just started blogging. I don’t know why I didn’t blog about this.
First white hair is sort of turning point in your life. Often we relate it to experience. Your experience is directly proportional to the amount of white hairs on your head(What about the ones who are bald??). That’s why they say “These white hairs have seen a lot more things than you have.” Try to imagine a character artist saying this line. Becomes more effective. I have been involved in many conversations where this sentence struck.
The sad part of this story is that white hairs are on the verge of extinct. Hair dyes or Hair colors have changed this era. If you find someone with colored hair than he got white hairs(Most probably. I use these two words to save my life). A couple of months back my cousin brother colored his hair with white color. Not all but just the front part. I asked him why?? He said, “Everyone’s is coloring with brown, orange, pink and white is getting extinct. This is to save the whites and to get a different look among others.” True said. The only person with white hair I remember is Mr. Amitabh Bacchan with his white beard. Even the mothers in TV serials now don’t have white hairs. It’s difficult to differentiate who is mother and who is wife if you watch the serial for the first time.
I find it easy to bond and have conversation with white haired persons than youngsters of my age group. Maybe it’s because we are like haired, as in “like skinned” or “like religion”. Kind of Birds of the same feather flock together. They got a lot of experience and I have a big appetite for life experiences. I listen when they talk. Though on the verge of extinction, these white hairs can be found in places called old age homes. I am glad that at least someone is saving the white hairs.
Till you find your first white hair…
Think Nonsense…
Day by day the mercury is rising. It’s not the thermometer immersed in hot water. It is the one that’s hung in the office. This is the end of May and there is not a single shower of rain. Unlike last years rain in February, it looks like a drought period. What is ahead is still unknown and unpredictable to anyone. Our weather department makes some guesses which always turn out to be guesses only.
Summer is the season of mangoes. I love mangoes. This year there is a drought of mangoes also. Mangoes do relieve me from heat to some extent. This is till I go for work on site where the sun is over me and sipping every drop of water inside me. The rest of the water goes out. You know what I mean by “goes out”.
Two times bath is compulsory this season and I feel like taking more. At some point everyday I feel like sleeping in water for the whole day. I wished I could change my job every season and according to season. A job near beach would be great at this point. Dip into the sea every now and then, would save me from heat. Not to mention the “Eye Candy” on the beach. That is another reliever.
The biggest problem for me in summers is my sleep. I find it very difficult to sleep unless I am very much tired from job. It would still take some time to get into sleep. Fan on the ceiling seems to be fanning hot air instead of cool, sleep friendly air. When will I get a room with working AC mounted? My body hates clothes during this season. What to do?? I am not living in stone age, else I would have dropped all. If I do it now, I’ll be sent to mental hospital or in the jail where there is no sign of fan.
Striving through all these, I manage to enjoy my weekends which add to relief. I am wishing for the rains to come soon. Very soon…
Till then…
Think Nonsense…
Traveling by bus is fun. Not just bus but take any public means of transport. I can’t say about luxury travel. That is because I have never traveled in such. My traveling is mostly by bus. So I can tell you it’s really fun. You get to see many new people and strange people whom later on you can blog about. 😆 I get to see many of these. I have not started blogging about these different peoples. So I’ll start today.
Charity begins at home. Please don’t come to my house asking for this. I am not always available for this. So as I said charity begins at home let’s begin with me. I am, I was and I will always be different. Today I confirmed this. This incidence that happened is a small one and almost neglected by anyone. Since my eyes always keep looking for something, I couldn’t afford to neglect this.
Like everyday, I had to rush to the stop to catch my bus. Fortunately I was early and more fortunately I got a seat. That was a good start for the day. Just at the time of leaving an old woman entered the bus. A typical old woman in India is a bit fat and short. So she was one of them. Unfortunately for her all seats were full. Normally I am a good boy and I give my seat to old peoples. Not today. Continue reading →
I’ve been blogging for five months. Actually it’s far before that. But I did it on large scale since five months. At present I’m 24. So I’m not that old. A bit young blood (These lines are written just for my personal satisfaction that I’m not old). So what’s the perfect age for blogging?? Do you have a certain age limit in your mind??
There are millions of bloggers around the world and I read many blogs. I really don’t know their ages. What I look and read is the thing they write. The entries they post. If it’s interesting I comment and give a visit again. That’s how my blogging goes. But in spite of these things I had an age limit in my mind. Like 60-70 years. No one can blog over that. But I was wrong.
On 12th July 2008 the oldest blogger died. Her name was Olive Riley. You can read about the news here and here. And do you know what was her age?? She was 108 years old. Pretty young. This gives clear idea that the bloggers and blogging does not have age limit. It is you who limit yourself. If you really wanted to blog then you would have asked for help. Zillions of sites and peoples ready to help you.
The blogger died is an inspiration for all. At least I’m inspired. I will now be posting with more passion. You can visit her blog at
World’s Oldest Blogger
or
World’s Oldest Blogger
Domain may not be working but the blogspot link works. Visit and give a tribute to her.
May her soul rest in peace..
