THE WICKED OLD AGE

Today, I mean, tonight I am in a better mood with a large stack of invitation cards piled in front of me ,the cards looking elegant just because of the yellowish dashings splattered lovingly by my wife over the edges heralding an auspicious occasion,yes my son is going to get married soon .As my fingers get happily weary jotting addresses of the known and the unknown ,those near and far, the uncalled for phone zooms in silently and within minutes bestows me with a thrashing on the heart and stops dead as fast as it came .The concussion lasted a few seconds and as I recovered the vertigo took over .The fan overhead swirled anti clock wise,the dining room with the dining table rushed in the opposite way and even the ever standing Krishna with the flute was turning inside out .
Oh God! Why are you after me, almost always .After a long time when I was scenting victory with about 40 runs to score in 10 overs with plenty of wickets left, I mean , a cruise mode ,suddenly I am left with the last tailendor .Is this the first sign of feeling old or is it the menopausal syndrome before the impending premature retirement? The sheer frustration is looming in front of me like a cloud of darkness and the despire is dragging me from behind .Expectations expectations expectations ,when are you going to stop? Even after 55 yrs of naked existence ,when are you going to learn to unlearn?
Why are you still in the iron age or in the mythic world imagining taking your 3 yr old son who is bristling with joy as the fast air rushes past his curly black hairs as he stands in front of you in the new Vijay scooter for his routine evening ride to Varode ending with a Cadburys from Becker in super stores .He is a tall young adult now eager to conquer the world as you once were, not knowing or caring for the hurts you ,you yourself , gifted to the old man in the years gone by .Why do you want to clip the wings of the young for satiating your selfishness in the guise of protectiveness and want them near you . Yes you are getting OLD and started rotting .Nothing can save you until you recognice “ MAYA “ and know that history never stops repeating .Accept the fact and resign .