Starting a fresh set of days
After gains which are much
And losses having left their touch.
Mulling over places visited
Projects confabulated
And results uncontrived.
Lessons willed and learnt
Travails drowned unwilled
And together they keep me grounded.
Age is just a number
But let 16 make me humbler
And anything but a grumbler.
Will I get better or worse
Performing my chores
And in performing my chores???
Showing posts with label age. Show all posts
Showing posts with label age. Show all posts
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Friday, June 5, 2009
A number called age...
I am not too excited about birthdays, but one comes my way every year, just as it did today.
Getting older? Nah.... no way!
I always feel as old as I was in my 11th standard. I was called a 'paati' (granny) even then... :D
Jokes apart, age is always just a number. And this number just adds experiences to itself and multiplies into wisdom; sometimes it multiplies laughter among friends and their merciless leg-pulling about getting older or younger; sometimes it brings in some vague amusement, like this incident....
I volunteered to be a volunteer this year at the annual Gita Competition held by The Egmore Sanskrit School. The volunteers are put in groups and each group has a co-ordinator. This competition is so well-organised (I'll write a separate post on it) and goes off like clockwork for two days on the final weekend of every January. My group coordinator (young girl, may be just out of college) called me on my mobile before the competition - twice to confirm that I'll be reporting to duty and once to pass on some instructions. She addressed me using my full name always and no prefixes / suffixes as Miss, Mrs or Madam. Am not complaining - I insist that even my friends' / cousins' kids should call me by name; no 'aunty'ing business. I met this girl for the first time on the day of the competition, listened to her instructions and worked along....like an obedient student! Full name, all through the day. Then came the formality of filling up bio-data forms for the volunteers' database. I filled up mine, passed it on to my coordinator and went home.
Here comes the fun part - next day, when I reported for duty, she had a different set of instructions, alright - but know what, I had a hard time suppressing my smile/laughter/grin as she punctuated the instructions with a generous sprinkling of 'aunty'.... :D :D :D
This number called age.....is Something!
Getting older? Nah.... no way!
I always feel as old as I was in my 11th standard. I was called a 'paati' (granny) even then... :D
Jokes apart, age is always just a number. And this number just adds experiences to itself and multiplies into wisdom; sometimes it multiplies laughter among friends and their merciless leg-pulling about getting older or younger; sometimes it brings in some vague amusement, like this incident....
I volunteered to be a volunteer this year at the annual Gita Competition held by The Egmore Sanskrit School. The volunteers are put in groups and each group has a co-ordinator. This competition is so well-organised (I'll write a separate post on it) and goes off like clockwork for two days on the final weekend of every January. My group coordinator (young girl, may be just out of college) called me on my mobile before the competition - twice to confirm that I'll be reporting to duty and once to pass on some instructions. She addressed me using my full name always and no prefixes / suffixes as Miss, Mrs or Madam. Am not complaining - I insist that even my friends' / cousins' kids should call me by name; no 'aunty'ing business. I met this girl for the first time on the day of the competition, listened to her instructions and worked along....like an obedient student! Full name, all through the day. Then came the formality of filling up bio-data forms for the volunteers' database. I filled up mine, passed it on to my coordinator and went home.
Here comes the fun part - next day, when I reported for duty, she had a different set of instructions, alright - but know what, I had a hard time suppressing my smile/laughter/grin as she punctuated the instructions with a generous sprinkling of 'aunty'.... :D :D :D
This number called age.....is Something!
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