My body is aching all the time. The joints squeak all the time and wobble upon standing erect too long. Every move, every jolt, every drag and every quiver never fail to remind me of my age, my limitations. They say that it is all in the mind. At least, I know I have not lost it!
Oh, I remember those carefree days soon after the war when euphoria filled the air. The Japanese were long gone and we were soon to be an independent nation. We did not know what it meant but we were supposed to happy. We were not complaining, either. We were in the prime of our youth and we ourselves had obtained our own independence from the shackles of a hard childhood.
How we used to swing over trees and jump curled up from the tree branch and jump feet first into the icy cold waterfall water which was my gang's secret hangout. Cuts, bruises and insect bites did not bother us one bit. Wounds literally dry up in days without a scar, without any medical intervention.
Old those bosom buddies have all long left the building. Like a zephyr, news of their demise kept seeping in slowly over the years. In their place are only fond memories and that the occasional reminder that we too once thought we could rule the world. The most we did was rule our own roost and now we slowly had been ruled unfit to be called an 'able body'!
Oh, I remember those carefree days soon after the war when euphoria filled the air. The Japanese were long gone and we were soon to be an independent nation. We did not know what it meant but we were supposed to happy. We were not complaining, either. We were in the prime of our youth and we ourselves had obtained our own independence from the shackles of a hard childhood.
How we used to swing over trees and jump curled up from the tree branch and jump feet first into the icy cold waterfall water which was my gang's secret hangout. Cuts, bruises and insect bites did not bother us one bit. Wounds literally dry up in days without a scar, without any medical intervention.
That was eons ago when diabetes was an unheard disease and obesity was status symbol of luxury. Now, every knock and a breach in skin surface carries a potential risk of septicemia or gangrene.
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| Sungai Pinang, Penang Island circa 1957. |
As I lay bed ridden, I have come to realise that this world is only for the young and the young at heart. It is no place for old men, no country for old men. There is no place for old theories. It is an instant gratifying world which preaches instant karma without what the true meaning of karma actually entails.
And..., I drag on....my sorry self....
And..., I drag on....my sorry self....
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