The ‘Ageing Syndrome’: musings Ageing is a curious study in contrasts. These twilight years are in fact a ceaseless pendulum that swings from one extreme to the other: the exuberance of youth that once was at one end, and the sombre silence of the grave that shall be, at the other. Weeks and months now seem to have acquired an accelerated pace, slipping away faster than before. As if carried on wings, the heady days of youth seem to recede looking ever so distant with almost each passing day. Nostalgia becomes a regular and frequent visitor to occupy your mind and heart. The day when you wake up refreshed, recharged and energetic after a good night’s sleep, you feel like cocking a snook at the approaching ‘budhaapa’. The rise in dopamine tickles your fancies. “All is still not lost,” you tell yourself with a sly chuckle. “To hell with old age. I can still jump and dance, and why, even romance a bit.” There is a spring of youth in your feet and joie-de-vivre in your heart. Humming
