Sexy at Sixty 👴

As I turned three score, or 5 dozen – or , for the mathematically vulnerable, simply 60 years, I thought this was a good time to take stock of a life, which, to use a cliché, had just whizzed by. Hackneyed adages like ‘age is only a number’, ‘you are as old as you think’ etc rose to the surface, as they often do on such occasions… particularly when you want to be in denial of your advancing years. Mooted the idea of writing about reaching this landmark to the wife, who is also my ‘resident’ editor. She barely suppressed a yawn, and rendered ‘two bits’ of advice:  1) my 60 years hardly the stuff which makes the adrenaline rush, and, 2) another long blog from me may lead to my permanent ostracization from the blogging community.

Never short on criticism, the better half also reminded me that I was now a senior citizen. For good measure, she added that I wear this epithet like a loose robe…if I did not hold on to it tight, it might fall off anytime and expose me – and that would not be a pretty sight. I mumbled something like, I never cared much for this term…would rather remain a junior citizen, something to which my mind, heart…and I dare add, the body…were much better suited. This was uttered under my breath, so I got away.

Well, my disappointment and attendant quandary at the materfamilias‘ rebuff were only momentary. In fact her disaffection and lack of enthusiasm had the opposite effect…I immediately got down to writing of my six decade saga. Except, I thought I would heed the bit about keeping it short – or of readable length.

So where does this genealogical landmark find me? In a good place, I would imagine. I have more friends, am better read, play better golf, eat better, drink finer whiskey, sing more merrily, travel more (pre Corona), care less about trifles, love more, live more – if only because of the realisation that life’s aircraft is on the descent and may touch down soon. There’s more…I find the opposite sex more attractive (evidence at hand suggests that the reverse is not true). Wonder if I am a freak, or this is another rite of passage! I socialise more, particularly with the young and the women. Am not too sure though, if they give me their time due to kindness or genuine desire. Most importantly, I speak my mind without fear or favour… no more care much for being liked or appreciated. Except of course, try not to hurt people…

Maybe I am uncoiling after years of remaining ‘coiled’ in a service which, amongst other things, required you to be ‘propah’ most times. Maybe it’s all the pent up emotional energy, the bottled up me coming out. Maybe bucking the trend is a new found passion, after toeing the line for long. Maybe whatever…. but, as I said, it’s a good place to be in.

So what about the aches & pains which begin at 60? The creaking joints, the wheezing breath, the belaboured walk, tennis elbow, the kidney stones and the enlarged prostate? Well, no evidence yet. So, my detractors, mostly the  gang of my roguish pals, ask me if I intend to go to the Valhalla in mint condition…Far from it, I say. There is damage too. The ego is hurt, the respect dented, trust broken, vanity gone, pride eroded, relationships creaking. As for the organs, the liver is probably bruised a bit, but not about to give up any time soon. The heart is rosy, the brain more active than before, the eyes rove more, the nose smells trouble quick…so no lament. Of course the full body-check that the wife insists on when I blabber thus, may tell another story. But we will deal with that another day. For now, the cup of youth brimmeth over….

Chancing upon my unfinished ruminations, my wife, the dreaded ‘resident’ editor, had a peek into what I had been punching in. She said (and I am putting it in kind words) that as always I had churned out rubbish which belonged in the trash can.  And, she asked with more than usual disdain, about  this bunkum in re finding the opposite sex more alluring. Was I seeing someone? My lack of virtue at an age where I should be heading for the Himalayas was roundly and soundly condemned, as was the fact that I had become amoral (or is it immoral) at this age. My meek defence that I was only being candid elicited a rebuke that I was inviting infamy not only on myself, but the family. So much for candour and honesty.

So, spoilt through childhood, an imbecile in youth, mediocre in middle age, it took approaching old age for me to to really find me. Hereon, life’s a breeze. If my six wasted decades on earth have taught me anything, it is to not care too much about what others think. I do not want to make this trite by leaving ‘lessons from life’ and such preachy stuff. But cannot help pass on a couple of tips for those knocking at the doors of the geriatric gateway:  do not indulge in nostalgia… instead, indulge yourself…do all those things you always wanted to but never could. There is time yet. A small list of ‘activities’ could help:

  • Go places…but not on guilt trips.
  • Beat the blues… but not around the bushes.
  • Walk the talk…but not the tightrope
  • Throw the gauntlet…. but not old age tantrums.
  • Try your hand at new things… but not others’ patience.

As someone said “Time may be a great teacher, but it’s a lousy beautician.” . So the wrinkles will take over, the shoulders droop, the eyesight weaken, the back will bend as touch down nears…but do not despair. You can actually be yourself now…or, if you want, a better version of yourself, even if others find you otherwise, as in my case. But as we say in the Forces…bash on, regardless.

In sum, to again borrow from a scholar, have decided to add life to years, rather than just years to life. The seventies suddenly seem even more alluring. Can’t wait to get there. Watch this space for the gains and losses of seven decades. Cheers🥂

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© Sharabh Pachory, 2020. All rights reserved.

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Published by Sharabh Pachory

Army veteran interested in reading and writing. Wodehouse fan. No mastery so far.

21 thoughts on “Sexy at Sixty 👴

  1. I truly enjoyed the candid part but I felt cheated when you ended it so soon with those “tips” (pun intended)
    I was waiting for some juicy tidbits as you said you were covering six decades!!
    Where is all that?
    In the 20’s you might have been a Ferrari, in your forties a Mondeo maybe but now you are in your Sexties- classic vintage..agree?

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    1. Thanks for that very perceptive observation. Well, I guess I succumbed to pressures of conservatism, even as I did try to breach the threshold subtly.
      Will surely keep your suggestions in mind for future blogs!! After all, I have hit the age of freedom…of more kinds than one!

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  2. Interesting thoughts about turning 60. Life is a long journey and 60 is just a milestone. Many have passed this threshold earlier and inestimable number of people will go through it in future. It’s just a number and sooner or later everyone will have to go through it. Young at heart is more important and heart can stay young forever.

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  3. Finally you have written something that could be read till the end. Agree with Harjeet, you are actually scared of Anju! Am impressed with your fan following! Keep writing Pankaj.

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    1. Now that’s one of those roguish pals I mentioned in the blog 😊. Who needs enemies with friends like this?!!
      Well, thanks Chats…glad I got you glued to two pages… perhaps the longest you have ever read in one go❗
      All in jest…youdaman Chats👏. Luffya. Thanks for keeping me grounded! I tend to set sail too soon….be the anchor always🍻

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  4. I loved reading this piece! Being an adult at all times is hard enough, being in the sexagenarian bracket and to be expected to behave in a certain way… now that is daunting!
    Time is a great teacher, lousy beautician and may I dare to add, a marvelous guru. It helps us see with clarity, things that are not seen by the eye and those are crucial to grow as a human being. I fully agree that while age might just be a number, we ought to become a better version of ourselves. And we define ‘better’ based on the wisdom we gain through this four-letter word called LIFE!
    Cheers!

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  5. You have just started your second innings dear your first innings was quite defence(ive) play the second innings with less of defence and more of free flowing shots but remember one thing you have to stick to the wicket

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  6. That’s very well written, Pach. Although you said nothingmuch on the rather enticing title, but said so beautifully.

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