Age and old age..

Recent turn of events at home made me think a lot about terms which usually remain un-thought off until one actually becomes old.

Now, if you ask anyone: how old do you want to live? - I am sure the answer would be- as old as possible or rather just a guffaw with a muted- ‘what a silly question’ quip. Believe me; it is not easy to get old and still long to add more years to one’s baggage. I have a granny who is close to hitting the nineties and another great granny who is close to hitting triple figures.. no fun living upto that age..

Well- how old is really old? Though it’s not easy to answer, I have formed this philosophy of mine. The number of years you add to your bag is not an indication of real age once you are past the half century mark, but rather the number of problems, niggles, issues, ailments, etc you add along. These tend to become the true indicator of age..

The trick, gentlemen remains’ to live - as young, for as long as possible. After being in close quarters for sometime now with some really old people, I have observed some things with a lot of care. If I can summarize the gist in 4 points, these would be it-

1. Eat less, eat healthy
2. Walk, run, don’t sit idle
3. An idle mind is a devil’s workshop- so keep your brain cells ticking: tic tac tic..
4. Remember- rich+old is always better than poor+old

Well, I really don’t know why I jotted these down, but I hope that I personally keep these things in mind. Hmm, for now; let me revisit gym regularly, add some moolah into my bank balance and start looking at our sensex with more elan!

Ciao till next time...Harsha

If..

Feeling a little low today, somehow fate plays the wrong cards when you lest expect them.. anyways, here I am just trying to browse through all my favourite poems.

Here is a poem "If.." from Rudyard Kippling-

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Ciao till next time...Harsha