#FOWC, birthday, FOWC, irreverent, sixty
I can’t believe what I just wrote above, the title of this post. Sixty. Really? It somehow suggests that I should be feeling different while in truth I feel no different than I felt yesterday or the day before. The same earth, the same sky, the same me. And yet there you have it. Apparently, I have lived on this planet for sixty years and am now a Senior Citizen.
Though I may feel no different, those around me certainly do. My eye doctor thought fit to address me as ‘Mother’. Never mind that he is in his forties or that till my last visit he did no such thing. This time he looked down at my file, saw the magic number and promptly slotted me in a different category altogether. Not that I mind. Like the Bard says, a rose by any other name….!
Turning sixty is fun in other ways too. You can laugh all the way to your bank. They now think you deserve more interest on your deposit. So what if it is just a minute fraction of a percentage more? Even though I will need magnifying glasses to notice the actual difference, bring it on, I say, for every penny counts. Especially when you have set sights on gallivanting.
The next best thing about getting on in years is that my middle name feels more and more like an asset than a liability. For the ignorant, it is ‘Irreverent’. I am less shackled by the fear of the what-will-people-think virus attacking me. Oh, who am I kidding? I have been irreverent at heart always. It’s just that with the number of years behind me I am getting better and better at flaunting that irreverence, much to the discomfort of others.
So, here’s to my senior self. May I feel no different in the years to come, never mind the sciatica or the plantar fasciitis or other aches and pains playing spoilsport, they are all old friends now and no more deserve special attention. May my coffers grow, though at a snail’s pace, while in the meanwhile I grow old dreaming of new lands to visit. May I get more opportunities to shoot off my mouth and increase the number of my ‘well-wishers’ to a more respectable number. Now, that last one really tickles me pink 😉
© Shail Mohan 2019
Happy birthday.! In another 10 years you’ll catch up with me
Thank you! Haha, I am reminded of the time my younger son told me how he would catch up with his big brother one day and then be the elder one himself. 😀
I love the 4th para best. Wishing you many more years of being irreverent!! And tongue in cheek humor too!
Thank you, Rashmee. I am enjoying that part 😉 😀
Growing old is liberating! Enjoy every moment of being irreverent too.
It surely is! Thank you, Anne, I intend doing just that 😀
To some people irreverence is her core
But birds and animals steadily knock at her door
And this girl woman turned threescore
on her birthday we wish her many more.
Thank you, Govind 🙂 Maybe birds and animals love irreverent people! 😀
Belated birthday Shail. Like they say age is just a number and like how you say being friends with the ailments. It matters! Many more years to come and joy!
Indeed it is a number 😀 Thank you, Vishal 🙂
D K Powell said:
Happy birthday! You’re looking good for 60 and I hope I look as good when I reach 50 (which is all too soon alas…). Your posts, of course, are those of a sprightly 20-something. Long may they continue 😊
Thank you, Ken. Perhaps it is because most of my friends are at least ten years younger to me! 😉 You better come and read those posts as long as they continue! 😛
And cheap train and flight tickets, especially since you like gallivanting.
Ahh cheap tickets! Definitely need them! 🙂 Thank you 🙂
🤜🏼🤛🏼 to us 60s! Happy day to you and may we enjoy our life more and more as the time goes by.
Glad to have company! 😀 Indeed, may be enjoy ourselves more! Thank you for the wish. And welcome to Shail’s Nest. 🙂
It’s my pleasure!
Happy 60 dear Shail ❤
Thank you, Uma ❤
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