Once a really long time ago when I
was around 7 years old, my sister and I had been invited to a birthday party.
Unfortunately we didn't know anybody at the party. Our parents (busy as they always
were, had dropped us at the venue and left).For the next hour or so we both sat in a corner, shyly surveying the noisy bunch.Immaturity and lack of
confidence made us hesitate in joining in the games. When the food was served I
badly wanted to take a second helping of cake. My sister felt this would be
impolite. So being the wiser of the two, she stopped me.
My Sister and Me.
That day I came back home low-spirited
and full of remorse at having lost out on an evening of fun, food and games. It was
my shyness and reluctance that was to be blamed that day.
Every
time I walk into a gathering of strangers, I recollect that birthday party.What
fun all the children appeared to be having, how badly I had wanted to join in
and how much I wanted that second slice of cake!
So I decided that ambivalence was not going to
be a part of my dictionary as far as interactions in social gathering is
concerned.
It’s a strange paradox actually that I am
quite a social recluse and yet, when thrown into a party scene I end up fully enjoying
myself!
When the option of going to a party or bunking
it is put before me I prefer to relax at home over a TV dinner. But sometimes
unavoidable and forced to go, I pin a smile, wear my most civil face, move up
to the group that seems most amenable and say a cheerful hello. It may seem a
little brazen, but I never hesitate to introduce myself and start the
conversation.
The one big advantage with growing old is you gain in confidence
(although you continue to think of yourself as in your twenties!)
Hope you have read my earlier
post on growing old. Here is its link:-http://nimadas.blogspot.in/2014/07/the-middle-ages.html
I find it interesting chatting up with strangers.
I never run out of conversation. You could call me a chatter box! I enjoy my drink,
love to move a leg, stuff myself unembarrassed on the hors d’oeuvres and end up
feeling very content with myself.
I won’t call myself a party person
nor the live wire of any party, yet I am not one to hesitate from opening up to
people I have just met.
I broach the topic of my roots. It’s a sure
shot winner! ”I am from Assam and you?” This statement never fails to open the
floodgates of genuine curiosity and sometimes some really bizarre queries as
well. Once a certain high society lady wanted to know if Gauhati was situated somewhere
between Ludhiana and Varanasi!
The topic of my marriage is a
show stopper of sorts! And my infinite mischievous self forces me to transform our
tad boring intercaste marriage into a masala Bollywood melodrama! I get buried alive in the avalanche of killer looks from hubby dear. But I bask in
all that attention and bloom in those glorious minutes when I hog the limelight
with interesting twists and tales.
I can accelerate from one topic to another at
formula one speed without a shred of inhibition! I stumble, fall flat on my
face, put my foot in my mouth and yet who is to stop my chattering! I wonder if
people can guess when they see me in this public performance that I was
initially reluctant to come to the party!
They don’t know that I have taken
a resolution some 40 years ago-
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