Eighteen Again? Dance On AI image, Nightcafe “When I was eighteen, I wanted to be a millionaire. Now that I am a millionaire, I want to be eighteen” When I was eighteen, in the socialist India of the 1970s, I positively wanted to be a millionaire. I also wanted to play bridge like Omar Sharif, squash like the Khan family from Pakistan, and have a radio voice like Melville de Mellow. And, if I am not being too greedy, dear God, please, a girlfriend… I promise you, I’ll lose six inches around my tummy.
It would be inspirational to read what went through in your life when you failed in exam and how did you turn it around. Always we get to hear rank students making big but rarely the success story of a person who failed exam.
The way you put life into such plain and simple text is out of the world. Spellbound and awestruck I was, walking through each bit of the piece.
Where aging, and logical explanation of allied keys to happiness at each turn of life is as clear as gravity, still most miss it. I don't know the reason and you kinda explained that with so much of sweetness Sir.
Reminds me of Anees Jung, who edited Youth Times, and commissioned me to write, "To be young and in Ranchi" ! I will never know why she published it. I still squirm in embarassment at the sloppy piece I sent her. But thank you for reminding me of those days! Wish I could write like this then and now!
Lovely.
This is a beautiful piece. The prosaic truth about aging expressed with such poetic grace.
It would be inspirational to read what went through in your life when you failed in exam and how did you turn it around. Always we get to hear rank students making big but rarely the success story of a person who failed exam.
Noted, for another post!
Lovely post. Thanks.
Thanks for reading,.Arun.
The way you put life into such plain and simple text is out of the world. Spellbound and awestruck I was, walking through each bit of the piece.
Where aging, and logical explanation of allied keys to happiness at each turn of life is as clear as gravity, still most miss it. I don't know the reason and you kinda explained that with so much of sweetness Sir.
Thank you so very much. Loved every line of this.
Very kind of you, Sukhjinder.
Reminds me of Anees Jung, who edited Youth Times, and commissioned me to write, "To be young and in Ranchi" ! I will never know why she published it. I still squirm in embarassment at the sloppy piece I sent her. But thank you for reminding me of those days! Wish I could write like this then and now!
Any one who doesn't cringe at what they wrote 40 years ago was either a genius at 20, or hasn't learnt much.
My father used to listen much to Neil Young during the 1980s. Thanks for sharing your memories and experiences.