Friday, March 4, 2011

The art of ageing.

My new niece is sixteen months old. I was babysitting her for a day while she tested my well-spoken physical energy in 24 hrs. When I handed over the little bundle of joy to her parents I had renamed her to "TERMINATOR". :-DWell, the point is that little girl left me thinking over process of growing adult. She had stumbling walks and rumbling talks. I was also sixteen months once and could have barely spoken or walked steadily. Now I run like horse and speak to kill. It was not her, it was time. Which I also lived years ago and living another time now. My little niece will go to school and college; she will also face the challenges of adolescence like how I did. She will have her own puzzles and answers like we all had as a part of growing up.Growing old is like climbing a mountain...taking each step towards top, each step towards raising above, sometimes enjoying the different views from the different heights, sometimes frightening too...But climbing each stair feels liberating.

Finally when we sit on the peak of the mountain we can view the entire landscape as whole... All the towns we got lost into once look so tiny and clear. Beginning, intersections and end of all the roads we traveled and thought "How I reached here? Where shall I turn next? Or will this ever end?" feel so enlightening and ridiculous together. May be we wonder from height "Hah that was so silly!" How nicely the lakes and rivers are placed? How beautiful the forests looked we were afraid of once? It was noisy on the surface, and so very calm on the crest. Wind is clear and senses are profound.In worldly terms for many of us as an adult there are still few challenges like professional and social ones, hoping that will get clearer as we keep climbing our mountains. I might bumble back but it will be something more meaningful above for sure. Future seems crystal clear in 76th year of life. ;-)

Spiritually speaking, in the amateur status of being, same jitters is experienced emotionally and mentally as small kid is restless round-the-clock. Mostly, Time gives the tricks to stabilize the jitters, if we could realize the truth as we grew spiritually. Like a hyperactive baby becalms in later years.Philosophically, Truth takes many forms, Truth is complex by nature. Sometimes we need myth to convey the truth. Its only for us being a part of the process that time exists. Life involves a process of realization, through the course of time. Life evolves over time. That is the reason of the existence, To understand and to resolve.
Close up:"If you truly want to be honest - SING."



  1. Simply Blown away :o

  2. I had been following this blog from last couple of years, from last few posts, I see your journey being rich in experience and understanding. As you mentioned in the introduction "attempt of understanding someone, sharing something."
    this post is indeed amazing. Well Done. Very insightful.

  3. "That is the reason of the existence, To understand and to resolve."
    You made my day...have seen few gals talk these stuff. Good job.

  4. Awesome!!!.. just awesome!!...

    Just stumbled across your blog and kind of scanned through.

    I have had all these thoughts and nice to see someone penned them down.

    I had this gut feel that this mindset is typical of IT world.

  5. Thank you... Kauti for being here and Anonymous too. :-D

  6. Beautiful thoughts. Didnt really understand what you mean by "Its only for us being a part of the process that time exists".
    In my 76th year, I might have turned bitter, grumpy, and senile. Its good to know that you are so optimistic about aging :)