Getting old, a matter of attitude
To my pleasant surprise, a young woman offered me the isle seat in
the plane as I began my grueling 20-hour journey from Colombo to Los
Angeles recently. Instantly, a shock wave went through me.
“So, this is it. I am obviously a tottering figure way past my prime.
They now know I am old. People have to come to my rescue. My thoughts
were petrifying.
I continued the journey telling myself, aging is inevitable. Just get
off this thought. But I could not. Novelist John Updiike’s book The
Widows of Eastwick came to haunt me where three witches aged between 68
and 74, living apart from and out of touch with one another for years,
meet.
I survived all those thoughts and reached home and the very next day
described my predicament to a friend who put me where I belong in a
minute with this story.
Two radicals and a Marine boarded a plane and in the middle seat sat
the Marine. They took off their shoes and relaxed for a long journey.
Soon one of the radicals said he wanted to get a coke.
The Marine immediately got up and said I will get you one and left to
get the coke. The radical to his right spat in his shoes. The coke came
and soon the other one also wanted a coke and again the Marine went to
get it. The radical to the left spat in the other shoe.
As the plane was landing the Marine put his feet into his shoes and
knew immediately what happened. He leaned over and asked his two radical
neighbours “Why does it have to be this way? How long must this gone on?
This fighting, this hatred and this animosity. How long must this
continue? This spitting in shoes and this pissing on cokes”.
The travails of aging sometimes irritate. It is near savagery. But
instinctively and almost miraculously we reach sanity as we are
liberated. Updike captures all this in the novel and as the three
witches lose their husbands. They travel with Alexandra joining Jane,
the sharp-tongued cellist, for a jaunt in Egypt; Sukie, the writer,
completes the reunion as the three visit China.
We face the torments of aging taking hold of us but get acquainted
with them as we share the travails of aging and catch up with each
other. Updiike described these feelings as “prickings, foreshadowings,
and a girlish relish in malice.”
Sharing these thoughts is the sure anti-dote to the threatened loss
of assured certainty about life and onset of frailty. As we begin to
look back and reminisce, life rolls out glimpses of fun we had, meeting
friends and chatting sessions done with a vengeance all our lives.
Travel is one sure remedy. Sri Lanka is the best tonic for anyone to
get rejuvenated. A visit to Sri Lanka provides a travelogue type
material on beautiful destinations and most hospitable people in the
world.
As I settle down back at home in Los Angeles, like the three witches
in Updiike’s novel, somewhat wearied by the town’s changes, haunted by
those thoughts of aging when that kind person offered me the isle seat,
the whole spell is broken and life begins to get back to normal. Aging
is a matter of attitude. Time to go for my long walk in the park. |