In a candid, tongue-in-cheek account, Soumya confesses how the mind is in denial when we age. An exclusive for Different Truths.
“Aap jaban hai kya,” (Are you young) the Oriya fishermen asked me
I couldn’t understand what he meant
He repeated his question and answered it himself, “Aap jaban nahi, aap budha hai. Aap aur ander nahi jana.” (You aren’t young, you are old. Don’t go further into the sea)
The conversation was on a deserted beach in Chilka in Orissa, where I was trying to bodysurf, a sport I had learnt ages ago from some German tourists in Goa, and have been trying out at the various beaches of India
The conversation was on a deserted beach in Chilka in Orissa, where I was trying to bodysurf, a sport I had learnt ages ago from some German tourists in Goa, and have been trying out at the various beaches of India over the years, with varying success.
This time though, I was quite unsuccessful and getting a bit battered and bruised in the process.
The sole lifeguard, watching my efforts, waded in and promptly ordered me closer to the shore in knee deep water.
This bruised my ego but I realised that age is catching up and many years of good living have taken its toll.
Since college days, I had the habit, like most other students of vaulting over low walls instead of going around the gate. Later in life too, after parking my car at shopping centers I would vault over the walls instead of going around the gate.
This reminded me of an incident many years ago. Since college days, I had the habit, like most other students of vaulting over low walls instead of going around the gate. Later in life too, after parking my car at shopping centers I would vault over the walls instead of going around the gate. Until one time, when, leaving my wife to go around, I tried to vault over and went sprawling on the side walk attracting a small crowd trying to help me out. My wife gently reminded me start acting my age. This of course give great entertainment to my kids.
I noticed this change during a vacation in the Andamans. Earlier, when we were swimming in the sea, my wife would ask me to keep a watch out on the kids. This time, I heard her telling the kids to keep a watch out for me.
The matter was brought home cruelly, when I was in Alibagh with my daughters and had gone para sailing. Like we had done many times before, while waiting for the boat to pick us up from the mother boat, we decided to take a swim in the open sea
The matter was brought home cruelly, when I was in Alibagh with my daughters
and had gone para sailing. Like we had done many times before, while waiting for the boat to pick us up from the mother boat, we decided to take a swim in the open sea. When it was time to get back to the boat, I noticed that however hard I swam, I could not get any closer and kept drifting away every time I rested. My daughter tried to encourage and stay with me, but I urged her to go back and tell the boat to come over and pick me up. This she did, much to the merriment of the other passengers, who shouted man over boat, or see you in Africa, where the current appeared to be taking me.
Ultimately, I was rescued and hauled overboard like a beached whale, with the only damage being to my ego.
My daughters grabbed a kayak each and dashed off to the sea, and I followed suit. The next thing I know I was wracked with excruciating back pain and turned back with great difficulty to return to the shore.
The final nail was knocked in recently in Lakshadweep. We were in Bangaram with white sand beaches and a crystal clear blue lagoon. My daughters grabbed a kayak each and dashed off to the sea, and I followed suit. The next thing I know I was wracked with excruciating back pain and turned back with great difficulty to return to the shore. There I had to be helped out from the kayak.
I have now finally been motivated to cut down on my craving for the calories, the sugar, the spirit that cheers, and all the good things of life and start the dull painful routine of hitting the gym, in a futile effort to keep aging at bay.
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