I used to be a keen believer of the permanent age theory; having nicely settled into the late 20s for long. Turns out, it was a myth. Ceaseless erosion has caused the brain to lose a few wrinkles (only to reappear under the eyes). The attrition has had less to do with declining intelligence, rather lesser fuck-giving.
Gone are the days when I can incessantly argue on a point I rightly or wrongly believe in. The transition from ‘I believe, so should you’ to ‘I don’t give a damn’ happened pretty swift. The willingness and ability to continuously pursue a redundant objective has past its fountainhead, and is now on its weighty journey back down the parabola.
A few passions comatose’d on the way too. There was a time when I could rattle out band members, song names, the album from which the song was, its track number and what not. Today, ask me not a single song from any Top 100 charts.
Reading, exploring, the pleasure of learning something new – everything has given way to a meek surrender to the Maslow’s triangle. Instead of the Discovery Channels and NatGeos, I now gorge on dinner slouching on the couch and devouring Big Boss. Bring out the bloody pop corn.
It probably isn’t bad as it sounds. Maybe I’m mistaking focus for abrasion. But the deviancy was much more fun. Probably. Maybe regular updating of the blog isn’t as significant to life as buying diapers for the baby; or not as life-altering as forgetting to pay the power bill.
The thing with cerebral wear-and-tear is that I can't comprehend the difference, or even acknowledge its futility. Damn you friction.
6 comments:
not only TV channel and taste of music changed, almost everything has changed in life from changing drapers and now leaving kid to school. as you said this life is not that bad,sometimes its gives some kind of pleasure and satisfaction when we reach home after work.yeah sometimes miss those days very much.
Noooooooooooooooooooooo! not Bigg boss, id have forgiven you everything else, but not.big.boss.
@raj: it's not so much about getting old and changing times. 'missing the good old days' is an inevitable emotion. its the blunting of the brain that bothers.
@meg: i won't deny it; i know it's too low-brow kitsch but i did get hooked on for a while there. and am not ashamed of it. sorry :)
add a change of writing style to your list. but, for the better.
@jane: must be all the copy i get to read off diaper packs.
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