Sunday, August 03, 2008


You know you are growing old when the kids playing in the local ground call you-“Uncle.”

The college-going boys and girls too decide to address you as “Uncle.”

You visit your dear old college to meet your professors, and the current batch of students thinks that you are the new lecturer who is going to teach them Literary Criticism.

Every morning instead of reading the sports section and the comics, your eyes go to the editorial section and the business section to check the latest rise in inflation and the hike in the prices of essential commodities.

A bunch of boisterous college boys and girls hanging out in the shopping mall suddenly go silent on seeing you. This happened thrice to me last month, for the love of God, I still do not know why the kids did this to meJ

The frequency and duration of the phone calls from your distant uncles and aunts with daughters of marriageable age to your parents increases significantly.

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