What Is Your Age?

Oh! What a question?

The only question in society that a person doesn't answer correctly, especially women, even if the other person is in a perfect position to know it accurately.

Why? Why do we hesitate to answer this question, that too correctly?

As we grow in years, we want to show ourselves younger and younger.

I remember, a few years ago, we were six in number, gossiping in free time. We were talking about the problems of growing age. One of my colleagues on the verge of retirement (retirement age being fifty-eight years) interrupted another one saying, "Whenever I make two braids of my hair, my husband says, you look so young, you can get married right now" normally indicating an age bracket of 18 - 22 years (as per her version).

Oh my God!

We all smiled sarcastically, knowing well how old she was at that time.

What I am noticing for the last few years, that as my birthday approaches, I become serious. Serious on the one hand and happy on the other.

Birthday presents make me happy? Nah.... people calling, me wishing me Happy Birthday.......that's it.

Then why do I get serious?

Oh! I am also nearing a certain age.

Every year I have tried to make one resolution or another to improve my life and lifestyle. For the last two years, It was to consider myself as I would be ,a decade back.

This serious issue occupies my mind only before or immediately after my birthday.

Otherwise, when I am among my students, I am a little older than them. Occasionally, I refer to my age indirectly, quoting the number of years for vouching my experience in dealing with the students' problems. But, no,never ever  had I revealed my real age.

When there is back ache due to standing for long hours, then 'Age' reminds me How old I am. Then again, I become serious.

When I find something new or colorful hobby on Instagram, Pinterest etc. instantly I go back on my timeline and find myself fresh and energetic.

Today, same thoughts have occupied my mind. I just googled, what is your age?

Ha ha.

This is what Google's search results revealed:

First link it provided: Age Test-It promised to calculate a person's real age.

I thought, "Why not try this one?"

On opening the test, first I found if any e-mail I.D. is required. No, It was not required. It paved the way ahead.

Then they suggested to answer various questions honestly and instantly to get the accurate result. I decided to go honestly. Even If the result declared by them is unfavorable, It would not be caught How old I am. They assured complete secrecy.

I performed it honestly. The result: Wow! 28 years...I just felt the same as I was at that age.

It encouraged me to go for one more test. It again offered a set of twenty multiple choice type questions. It was their instruction to choose one answer to each question which comes to your mind first.

The result: "You are 37 Years. "Wow! That's also good.

Then, went on to try the third. It revealed a shocking 62 years. No, this is not possible. Luck favored me this time, honestly telling, the screen shot could not be saved, and the window got closed instantly in this effort. Otherwise also, I am Not That old.

Then another test, wow again.

What else can give me so much happiness on the eve of my birthday? Now, no more tests to check my age.

Let me move to another section. Emotional age.

Oh! here, so many questions don't belong to me, have not been made for me, or I am not made for these questions. Let's leave this area.

Then comes the next. Then Macmillan's website offered test in learning of English language. There was a set of some multiple choice type questions along with images for each, one after the other,for each level. I crossed many levels and finally they announced Passed the Final Intermediate Level, congratulated me and asked me to browse their website now for next work.

This time not to inflate my confidence beyond reasonable level, again screen shot could not be saved and the window got accidentally closed.

But I am happy. I have decided to  answer this question happily ,honestly and accurately that I have struck half century.

(Old post published now.)