Forties kind of sneak up on you though there are usually some subtle signs marking the arrival of fourth decade.
First is the change in avuncular statistics. Forties have arrived if there is a noticeable uptrend in the number of people who begin to address you as Uncle, especially on days when you forget to use the Grecian formula. Uncle, a general purpose term used to describe an evolutionary stage occurring some time after monkeying-around peaks. In this stage, one is declared most untrustworthy by a group comprising of one’s spouse, her friends and one’s in-laws.
Second is the shift in one’s artistic taste. One’s appreciation for all things poetic, which until now was somewhat veiled, begins to express itself with a complete re-ordering of CD rack. Kishore and Lata are pushed to the passé section while Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Ghulam Ali and Begum Akhtar come to the forefront. Nothing wrong with Kishore and Lata but they don’t seem to go very well with one’s newly discovered appreciation for good wines. One can't help but reach for one more when a soulful sound arrives :
Is Sheher-e Be-Charag mein Jaayegi tu kahan
Aa-e Shab-e-Firaq Tujhe ghar hi le chalen
(Where would you go, In this city without Light
Perhaps I should take you home, O beautiful Night)
And last subtle sign is a noticeable shift in one’s proportionality of reasoning. One claims that he drinks for taste and no longer for effect. No point denying the scientific fact after all. I will be first one to admit that a good scotch tastes as good after Sunday morning service as it does before Friday night sins. On occasions, logic has to be embellished with phrases such as “medicinal value”….but you know what I am talking about.
Well, forties were about to arrive, single-malt tasted really good and I made an agreement with my knees – one more time, Go up over 14000 ft., and then revert to Golf forever…
Enjoy the pictures….Going Up in 40s
First is the change in avuncular statistics. Forties have arrived if there is a noticeable uptrend in the number of people who begin to address you as Uncle, especially on days when you forget to use the Grecian formula. Uncle, a general purpose term used to describe an evolutionary stage occurring some time after monkeying-around peaks. In this stage, one is declared most untrustworthy by a group comprising of one’s spouse, her friends and one’s in-laws.
Second is the shift in one’s artistic taste. One’s appreciation for all things poetic, which until now was somewhat veiled, begins to express itself with a complete re-ordering of CD rack. Kishore and Lata are pushed to the passé section while Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Ghulam Ali and Begum Akhtar come to the forefront. Nothing wrong with Kishore and Lata but they don’t seem to go very well with one’s newly discovered appreciation for good wines. One can't help but reach for one more when a soulful sound arrives :
Is Sheher-e Be-Charag mein Jaayegi tu kahan
Aa-e Shab-e-Firaq Tujhe ghar hi le chalen
(Where would you go, In this city without Light
Perhaps I should take you home, O beautiful Night)
And last subtle sign is a noticeable shift in one’s proportionality of reasoning. One claims that he drinks for taste and no longer for effect. No point denying the scientific fact after all. I will be first one to admit that a good scotch tastes as good after Sunday morning service as it does before Friday night sins. On occasions, logic has to be embellished with phrases such as “medicinal value”….but you know what I am talking about.
Well, forties were about to arrive, single-malt tasted really good and I made an agreement with my knees – one more time, Go up over 14000 ft., and then revert to Golf forever…
Enjoy the pictures….Going Up in 40s
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