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Now I am 59. Not exactly old. But the symptoms are appearing.1. Hair is there. But the mind is not much interested in combing it.2. Left hand tingles when it is put under head while sleeping.3. When I sit in squatting position, it is difficult to get up without supporting one hand on the floor.4. Few days back I had to enter a dark room about a seminar. It took 30 seconds to see a nearest chair.5. I forgot the year twice this month,while talking with a friend.6. There is an occasional 'cut' 'cut' sound coming from knee or hip joints while walking as if some movie director is trying to stop something.7. The urinary flow is thinner and takes more time.8. High acidity. Old bad habit of eating chillies effect. I must take a ripe banana in early morning or an anti ulcer tab.9. The smell,sensation,hearing have definitely reduced. Bland food does not taste. Strong food forbidden. Food is not a thrill any more.10. Sweating has come down. So there is saving on soap.11. All dentists in town have become friendlier because of repeated visitings.12. Bus conductors are asking 'senior citizen?’13. A kind of natural depression which appears every ten years, after thirty age is, imminent.14. All dresses have become loose,naturally.15. Young women talk with me freely without any hesitation.16. At the age 16 years I brought water in 2 pots of 15 litre capacity on my both shoulders from 1|4km. distance due to constant drought in my area. Now a 15 litre drinking water can can produce breathlessness if it is taken for 50 feet also.17. I had very much interest in second world war movies, James Hadlie chase books. Now they are replaced with Lord of the ring or Hobbit like movies and books by Ranganath Swami.Forget these. The hardest part is , my 83 year mother comes near me and announcesAt my age you shall be put in an old age home!Not once,but four five times per day.My fault,I threatened her about it once!

Some years ago, I attended a series of truly amazing personal growth seminars. Rather than simple being lectures or “motivational speeches,” these classes used experiential learning to help the lessons go deeper and become a true part of my psyche. It was utterly transformational.They also did a similar seminar for children. I volunteered to staff this seminar several times, because staffing was, in ways, more beneficial than just being a “student.”One of the games we played was called “The Mistake Game.” In the seminar process, we used a lot of arts and crafts to facilitate the learning. (Paper cutouts, banners and posters, goal boards, etc.) These were all worthy tools to help these kids develop self-esteem, integrity, and generosity. All the adults committed to playing all the games and exercises the kids did as well. Nobody got to play “authority figure” here!The game was played as an integral, ongoing part of the seminar. It was easy to see how severely these kids’ inner critics had already manifested. If a child was coloring and slipped outside the lines, one might hear something like “Oh, I’m such a dummy!” It was heartbreaking to observe! Obviously, this sort of self-talk is highly toxic. Instead, in the game, if a “mistake” like that happened, the person was to stand up and call the room to attention in a loud, firm voice. Once everyone had quietened and was listening, the person would announce “I MADE A MISTAKE!” in a loud, proud voice. Everyone in the room would then erupt into wild applause and cheers that would put a soccer announcer to shame. The person would then smile, take a bow, thank the audience, and sit down, after which everyone returned to their work.It wasn’t necessary to explain to kids that mistakes are an important part of the learning process. It was built into the game, and each person, kid or adult alike, walked out of there with a deeper understanding of just how awesome it can be to make a mistake!

I'm from Asia where rarely any ‘memorable' thing happens when the door opens; the person opening the door carefully put on his or her attires in place to avoid embarrassment. But I travel to other parts where these ‘memorable' things happen.It was Finland, the daughter of the Baltic, this time where I attended a seminar at Helsinki along with about two dozen participants from Asia and Africa. There's not much to say about the seminar except the memorable thing I witnessed in a weekend cottage we were taken to enjoy an evening of fun and frolic.Some surprises were waiting for us in the cottage. On our way to the cottage, the Course Director, Sepila announced, with a mischievous smile playing on his face, “ Ladies and gentlemen, we have arranged for you to enjoy a unique Finnish speciality-- sauna bath—at the cottage.”OK, but why the enigmatic smile on his face? It would be another hour of driving through the solitary conifers forest before we could know the reason.What we didn’t know was sauna bath usually involved throwing away your clothings. Another was the extreme heat you endure as part of the sauna ritual.We were prepared to endure the heat stoically but throwing away the clothing with the pendulum dangling between the thighs did not go with our subcontinental culture. It's not that we haven’t seen naked adults but they're lunatics on the loose on the streets.But we're not lunatics or the Finns. Finnish parents and children are known to assemble together at the sauna rooms in birth day suites.Sepila Informed with a wink from the corners of his eyes that in one of the beaches on the Baltic no one is allowed to attend with clothes on. Only the policeman on duty is allowed to wear a belt around his waist to hang his pistol parallel to his own built-in pistol of sort.Sensing our hesitation to undress for the sauna bath, he informed to our relief that we had the option of putting a towel from the rack around our waist. With that assurance and prayer on our lips a few of us tiptoed into the hall beside the sauna room.As soon as the door of the hall opened before us my jaw dropped at the sight of dozen of humans completely devoid of even a hint of clothing.Oh, my God! Our venerable Course Director had also his johnson rhythmically rotating from one thigh to another like a swinging church bell in pace with his swinging dance steps. And he didn’t have any qualm of shyness on his face.Even some of the sombre looking Directing Staff had their dicks dancing in unison with that of Sepila under the influence of Finlandia (Finnish version of Vodka).Most surprising, rather awe-inspiring, was the seven foot participant from Botswana whose nearly one foot jet black cock precariously poised to reach close to his knees.By contrast, one elderly gentleman had his ‘thing' shrunk to the size of a baby gecko (house lizard) protruding its tiny head out of the surrounding thick bush.My amazement at the bizarre sight of a parade of uncovered little things of different sizes and colours was interrupted by the Course Director, “What are you waiting for? Please, move to the sauna room”.Another memorable event unfolded in the Sauna room. It turned out to be a veritable inferno with temperature reaching up to 80 centigrade. It drained out nearly everything liquid in our system with torrents of sweats cascading down like a mini waterfall.A few bolted out within five minutes while the brave hearted lasted well before turning into roasted chickens. The rituals ended with a splash into the ice cold October water of the adjacent swimming pool. What a contrast!?I started with narrating one but ended with telling two ‘memorable' things. Kiitos (Thanks) to my Finland friends.