What I tried to deny real hard for some time has metamorphosed to a very physical, biological reality. I'm getting old(er). Few days back, when I was at my cousin's wedding in West Bengal, I noticed an extra shiny hair standing out in amidst a tuft of my otherwise black hair. The shininess particularly did strike me odd, but I thought it must be the angle of the light. When the shininess remained constant even after gently combing in that general area, it dawned to me that something was not right. I leaned closer into the mirror to get a better look, and lo! There, right smack in the front was a single all-white (gray ?) strand of hair, snaking playfully between larger tufts of my dark brown hair.
At first, I was excited that time. At 28, it's not something to be proud or ashamed of, but it definitely meant that I have crossed the next level. Suddenly, another one of those shiny hair caught my attention. I guess that's when I started to lose the euphoric feeling of finding my gray hair. There I was, staring stupid into the mirror, thinking to myself. "Is this really happening? Has time finally caught up with me?" While I admit I sound a little melodramatic, but I can only hope the readers understand. Reality and mother nature slapped me silly in the face and I stood there, numb and confused. I decided to look at the gray hair once I got back home.
So, the day before yesterday I finally remembered all about my gray hair and I mustered courage to find it once again. What surprised me again was that it didn't take me long to find it. It was just where I found it the first time. Only this time, I had more time and bearing to make sense of it. I guess I got my chance to accept the fact that my biological clock was always ticking. I was just pretending that it wasn't. This certainly means that there are a lot of things that are going to change in my life. For instance, now I finally have to sit down and start planning about the future, about savings, about buying myself a house, about marriage perhaps ...
So I'm growing older and I'm moving on.
At first, I was excited that time. At 28, it's not something to be proud or ashamed of, but it definitely meant that I have crossed the next level. Suddenly, another one of those shiny hair caught my attention. I guess that's when I started to lose the euphoric feeling of finding my gray hair. There I was, staring stupid into the mirror, thinking to myself. "Is this really happening? Has time finally caught up with me?" While I admit I sound a little melodramatic, but I can only hope the readers understand. Reality and mother nature slapped me silly in the face and I stood there, numb and confused. I decided to look at the gray hair once I got back home.
So, the day before yesterday I finally remembered all about my gray hair and I mustered courage to find it once again. What surprised me again was that it didn't take me long to find it. It was just where I found it the first time. Only this time, I had more time and bearing to make sense of it. I guess I got my chance to accept the fact that my biological clock was always ticking. I was just pretending that it wasn't. This certainly means that there are a lot of things that are going to change in my life. For instance, now I finally have to sit down and start planning about the future, about savings, about buying myself a house, about marriage perhaps ...
So I'm growing older and I'm moving on.
2 comments:
Broyeee. please dont be sad.. I am only 21 and i have 4 gray hair already :( but its ok coz i have more hair on my head.. anyway.. i will still embrace having gray hair and make a style statement our of it :P everything has a brighter and shinier side.. chill maaro!
28, 21 .... what about me in my late teens ??? I was like arggggghhhhhhhh .... woe me, Father Ime has taken hold of me. Am gonna be thirty mid sept, and not quite relishing the thought of entering a new decade either :(
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