Friday 10 June 2016

3 things I won’t forget when I grow old


Yesterday during a coffee table conversation my boss asked a few of us sitting there, “What are the 3 things you won’t forget when you become very old”. “I was thinking about it the other day.” He continued without waiting for a response. “The way business and technology is evolving today, I am sure in a few years I will find it difficult to keep pace. If I choose to focus on any one, I may continue for slightly longer. But in the end I am sure I will lose it.”

His question was potent. In the madness of our career aspirations, long and short term goals, targets and numbers, we all forget that one day all this will cease to exist. And then the silence may become deafening.

Most people decide to figure out how to cross the bridge, when they reach it. But very few plan it in advance. The inevitability of these questions had dawned on me a few years ago when I took a break from a full-time career to raise my daughter. I was busy all day completing my chores. But didn’t know where I was heading. It was during those days of cerebral turmoil that I found my answers and my sustenance in “Itts-Bitts” and my yoga sessions.

But the question my boss was asking was in reference to an even further time-zone. The time when the physical and mental faculties begin to fail. When I see my parents and a few aunts and uncles, blessed with long age, I realize that maybe this time will come too. At least for a few of us. For example, my father, once an avid reader, now finds it difficult to read for long hours. His eyes start to water. And thus at an age of 75 he was forced to search for alternative engagements.

Thinking of all this I promptly sat down to prepare my retirement plan. Given below are 3 things I would love to do when I grow old.

Read and write – I thought of multiple alternatives, but couldn’t think of any other to be at number 1. When I grew up we had more books in the house than all the other stuff put together. Both my parents taught literature to university students. For them reading and writing was like bread and butter. One of my early childhood memories is of drinking my daily glass of milk with a book in my hands. Another memory is of spending winter vacations by sitting in sun and reading for hours. I am revisiting some of those stories during my 4-year old’s story-telling sessions. But I hope and really hope that retirement will allow me sufficient and more time to again spend some sunny days reviving old habits.

Talking to my grand-kids – I spent a considerable part of my childhood with my grand-parents. Both maternal and paternal. Stories they told, some factual some mythical, have stayed with me. Even though I don’t remember them for any particular reason or inspiration, they form an integral part of my early days. And I do believe that the love they showered on me has stayed with me through the years. Now I love to see my daughter getting the same love and affection from her grandies. And in my heart I hope I get to do the same, this time being on the other side of the hierarchy.

Listening to music – I plan to fill my retirement home with the sound of music. Listening to soft melodies, swinging to tunes and echoing their words. While the daily chores can continue, and will continue, music would be the constant theme of the house.




And for some unknown reason I am looking forward to an old age which will have reflections of my childhood. A stage when I do not have any particular skill set. And yet I continue to grow and rise.

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