THE MAGIC NUMBER FIFTY
The year I joined Amrita Institute of Medical Sciences, the most revered Mata Amritandamayi popularly called as ‘Amma’ turned fifty . There was global celebration. In Kochi celebration site was Jawaharlal stadium. Every devotee chanted manthras for her long life fifty and its multiple times. Fifty couple got married with her monetary help and blessings. Fifty couple, on the verge of divorce, decided to continue their relationship. Fifty men pledged to quit tobacco, alcohol and such other habits. Scholarships, houses , pension in multiples of fifty were granted. Every one predicted big chaos in the city. To their disappointment, even minute details were charted out and meticulously carried out and thus no room was left for complaint.
To be exact twenty three years ago in the month of January I too joined the group of fifty years plus women. I thought, my count down had started. Surprisingly, good things in life were happening after fifty. I was being noticed in the work place. I realised that I had hobbies. Thanks to Word Press administrators for the magnanimous gesture of allotting me a free site titled dundubhy. wordpress.com for expressing myself. This act gives me pleasure and sorrow. I wonder the imagination and language of great poets and novelists. At times I am elated over my creation and at times depressed. I can feel an innate desire burning inside me. I want to collect fifty shining pebbles from the riverside and laugh aloud like a child and later write about it.