whatever i have blurted till now is an excuse for my latest visit to the temple and that too on tuesday. lord hanuman is the the deity associated ,thats well known,and so is the fact that he is very much associated with life of bachelor and immense strength too.i wonder always why there is a milling crowd at the temples especially on this particular day.
i don't care about damn people .why i go although on rare occasions?
i dont have even iota of interest in staying bachelor throughout my life neither do i crave for immense power and herculean muscles. but still i go sometimes.
not further digressing,last time i went to temple and was distributing the offerings to the small kids who were looking dirty in their thongs and their withered hair like a wilted flower.they were noisy like hell and creating a ruckus such that even a round table conference in a group of eight will go into hiding.
suddenly a boy with running nose came forward with a scandalized look on his face and with a startled voice blurted out 'UNCLE! muje bhi de do'!!
the words came ringing to me like a devil's jackhammer ripping my eardrum and leaving me amazed. it was my turn to be scandalized and startled.
'WHAT THE HELL!!! i am not an UNCLE yet!' i thought and a female Achilles cam to rescue from me from this embarrassing situation.this savior was another small girl standing next to my tormentor....'arre !ye UNKIL nai hain ,ye bhaiya hain'. i gave her some extra sweets and chose the smallest amount for that hoodlum.
i cursed the idea of building a religious place inside a residential complex and was a zeus in fury .
on my way back home and on the stairs i tried to remember all the anti aging commercials and pledged to myself to use L'Oreal ,garnier whatever at hand ,even if i will have to steal them from my ma's vanity box.
i checked my pulse rate on reaching the top floor .
voila ! it was beating fast.
i have certainly grown old now! fish!!
next step was to scrutinize every speck of my face, every contour ,every line that have been formed during the span of 23 years.
have i developed some under eye circles?
is my skin hanging or have i got double chin sprouted magically overnight? i shuddered at the sight of a wrinkle under my eye and virtually calculated the expenditure on botox for a facelift.
now what?
i did 10 sit ups to check for any clicking or exerting sound between my bones.
well,the synovial fluid was doing its work fine.
i assured myself that i am not old enough to be called an UNCLE!!
to reassure myself further i did some head banging with good Charlotte and linkin park.
after tiring myself with such diverse and mosaic actions,i lay dead on the couch thinking about this UNCLE-AUNTY phenomenon.
i suppose there must be a gap of 20 years between the ages for anyone to called an uncle or aunty.imagine yourself in a group and you address a 35 year old as uncle.
that is a sin!
but for some 42-43 year old uncle -aunty propositions are very apt.
so the motion is seconded that around 20 year gap is a must to enter the depressing ,monotonous ,boorish world of uncle aunties.
i do remember ,when one of my an acquaintance got married,just the day before she was 'didi' for the society children and the immediate day she was 'aunty'.
i had a hearty laugh ,when she retold the incident to us.
but this McMahon range gets thinner as age increases.we cant propound an actual proof for this lemma,but it can be felt generally without losing much general nature.
imagine a 50 year old saying to a 70 year old 'aunty ji! apna bag side kar lijiye'!
thats sheer crap,and non sensical.
thus,this 20 year gap theory is just bullshit and is good for nothing.
but this topic has alluring capabilities to bind one in its vicious circles akin to a cipher.
not only this theory is humbug,it also proves that we are hypocrites too with the thinning of the distinction lines with age.
age is nothing but a number , live life king size till eternity and blah blah blah......these statements can be heard every now and then. but by and large how many of us really heed to it?
very few,one or may be none!
getting old is a stigma in the society ,showing signs of age is a sin in a derogatory manner which is implicit by the application of henna , hair dyes . alone in India its a 23 billion dollar industry.
ps: you must be thinking i am i filling you with all this irrelevant information to you and incidents.actually on scrutinizing myself i saw a bunch of grey hair standing confidently on my skull. through this i want to second the motion that age is mere a number.
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