The Agitated
Old Man
Amartya Sen’s
“The Argumentative Indian “and Sanjay Baru’s “The Accidental Prime Minister”
inspired me to title this piece about my old age antics as “The Agitated Old
Man” to share with my readers, if you see one that is, my reactions these days
to men and matters.
In my younger
days I would follow the laissez faire policy, which in one of my books on
political science, was explained as “let the sleeping dogs lie” policy. But not
anymore, I now have to willy -nilly express my opinion on everything happening
around me. They may pertain to domestic, national, international issues on
topics ranging from local vegetable prices in APMC market in Mumbai, MeToo campaigns
Mollywood and elsewhere, destruction and construction of places of worship,
global warming, water leakage seen on the Taj Mahal and other miscellaneous
matters like Chandrayan, the present era is of peace and not war, Vietnam boat
people and so on.
Why this urge
in me in my sunset years? My reckoning is because I am tired of doing all the
things expected of from persons like me.
Let me list down these. As a retiree, my daily routine should follow a
regulated regime of reading our ancient spiritual and religious books, performing
daily poojas and reciting hymns in praise of gods and goddesses, get up early,
bathe, do pranayama, observe fasts, counsel on family issues quoting from Vedas
and Gita and overall lead a life of ennui and disinterest. None of these
functions were in my daily time table during my working life till my seventieth
year. No doubt I earned respect and recognition too.
My problem
now is what do I do with my time and accumulated experience and expertise in
sifting through issues and separating the grain from the chaff. Should all this
go to waste? Thank God, my intellect has
not retired from working and my analytical instincts are in good condition. Of course, there may here and there be some
tinge of cynicism or even exasperation but you cannot fault the objectivity in
the arguments.
So, I spend my
considerable waking time on reflecting on everything as mundane as road accidents
or as routine as sexual abuse of children and women or serious matters such as
One Nation No Freebee or Arctic Melt down.
The beauty is that my fertile mind is able to dissect the problem and
throw up solutions acceptable to all and implementable. I err only when I offer
these outputs to others who appear to agree in my presence but I don’t know what
they say behind my back.
Who cares as long as the Constitution gives me
the freedom of thought and speech?