I
am twenty two. Always twenty two. Make of it what you will.
I
was scrolling down my facebook wall, idly looking at posts and unconsciously
hitting likes. I say if its cheap, why not use it. Liking doesn't cost you a
penny, so like as much as you want. I am in the habit of such mass liking that
when (and if) I receive any likes on my pictures, I divide the total number of
likes by two, assuming that at least half of the 'likers' probably belong to my
category.
Just
then, I came across some birthday pics titled "my Double Decade" or
"My 21st" or "Coming of Age" and so on. And followed pretty
pictures in LBDs, gaudy lehengas or dazzling anarkali suits. It brought to my
mind the fact that my birthday is approaching. I was thinking of buying a nice
low-cut lavender dress that I saw a starved model showcasing online. It looked
quite a catch. And then came to mind clicking pictures-endless selfies,
unlimited photo-ops and a great vanity boost. Then I wondered about the title
of the to-be album. I would write 'My 20th-something', wouldn’t I?
It
struck me that I have never seen a woman put up an album with a header-'My
31st' or 'My 42nd' or 'My 55th' or even 'My 28th'! Is 28 old? There is this
particular age after which women seal their lips about the number of years they
have been surviving on this planet. I call it the 'freezing age'. Everyone
knows the 2 precious numerals one must never ask a woman-her age and her
weight. (Actually there are a load of things men should avoid asking women. It
would take quite a while to compile the list.)
Between
them, weight is something which one can hardly conceal. It is only the wily
elusive age that can befuddle the hearts and minds of innocent men, who are
lured into believing the freezing age as a woman's true age. Like all her vital
assets, a woman clothes her age in an opaque outfit of age-defying makeup and
weight-loss regimes.
Vanity,
thy name is woman!
A
few days ago, I was clicking selfies in some new hairstyle I had copied from a
youtube video. As the camera lens focused on my face, a message hovered over
the focal boundaries-"32, female". My heart stopped in its tracks.
What devilish claptrap was this? I can still tolerate face recognition
softwares, even though they match my face with my grandmother's. I usually
discount the errors as the usual AI glitches.No computer can be that accurate.
Then
comes this supposedly age and gender recognition software that threatens to
expose the blemishes, the unevenness of complexion and other such foibles of my
skin, that I strove to obscure using photo-editing softwares.
I
tried to change the angle of focus. The age came down to 28 and I heaved a
small sigh of relief. Another adjustment though shot it up to 36, thus pouncing
on my vanity and deflating my self-confidence. Numerous such attempts at lens
focus created an age range for me-an age range, which seemed never to touch
teenage but always seemed to go upto the 30s. Technology-boon or bane? Right
then, I was in a mood to debate in favor of the latter. I was sorely
disappointed and my selfie conviviality faded.
I
know age is just a number. But it is a very important number.
Some
of the women wear their age on their sleeves. Take Indira Gandhi, for instance,
with the fashionable trademark grey streak in her jet black plumage. Take Rekha
of Bollywood. Or Hema Malini. The world is brimming with examples. But the fact
remains that the obsession with age cannot be downplayed. Be it accepting or
adjusting to one's age gracefully or masking it with botox and age-freezing
products, women have a special bond with this magic number. This is the reason
why some of the women, despite being past their middle age, take offence when
you append an 'aunty' to their name. They prefer to be called 'didi' or better
referred to by their names. [This little note pertains only to the Indian way
of living. The western lifestyle has no age barriers anyway. Its only Miss or
Mrs. or plain Jane.]
So...what
goes up and never comes down?
Age
!!!
And
what goes up, reaches a certain point and then freezes?
A
woman's age !!!
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