Yes, finally, I am a 'Mamil' - a Malayalee 'Middle-Aged Man in Lycra!
You like it or not, this is
what it is all about it.
Come middle-age, it is time for a quick retrospection. The
youthful years have just sailed by the seasons. Body metabolism has changed: needs more rest. Suddenly there is something
very visible missing: the hairs here and there. How strange! Most of them have had
to fall away and the others turned gray! God has lessened HIS struggle to keep
them counted. A ‘progressive lens’ tells me that my age has progressed and
vision improved!
On the gadget side, year after year one man troubles me, and his name is Bill Gates. He keeps on writing a new version for my computer forcing
me to fling the old Windows out through the real window. Thank God! I am not attracted
to the Apples with their i-2,3,4… and all. New gadget additions have put me to new
challenges: from the code, over a codeless, to a cell. Crazy, the cell keeps
changing every 6 months and frown at me with a “I beat you” face! There is a temptation
to waste time on a Facebook than the real book. Facebook seems to be my new
chewing-gum of engagement.
At the 'middle' there are more things to savvy than poke
fun with a nail-sized cell phone screen. Mature wines and old Jim Reeves taste awesome
better than in the past. Of course, there are the fresh scents for my bedroom candles
and new tricks in the bed. Quality has over taken quantity. My silver-gray
hairs just don’t stop me with a full stop over here.
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| ... when a MAMIL is bitten by a mountain bug, he takes refuge here! |
Got to examine why middle-age is all about it: self-made cash
in the wallet, worldly maturity in the brains and secret passions in the heart.
Then one day, walking took over me. With my friends, I call it trekking. Mountains in the 'middle-age' is absolutely gorgeous.
Long and stretched climbs into Himalayan
wilderness and frozen heights became a magic that transformed my middle into
mighty. Rolled with wool,the light-weight Lycra plays the trick here... and I love it!
Then two wheels rolled into my life with a chain and a saddle. That was my incarnation into ‘MAMIL’. With a great “Bang!”, a toy of the childhood
became a toy of my middle-age. Why do I wear a Lycra cycling-brief and a vest to go
peddling at this age? Is it the wallet, maturity and passion the real answer? This Malayalee Mamil cannot find an answer. He
is just the new Middle-Aged Man In Lycra (MAMIL)…That’s all I know about it!
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Thank God ! it's a Malayalee MAMIL!
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P.S : A Malayalee is someone who speaks Malayalam and
is known as 'a Mallu' all over India!
