Setting up a “dhaba” (roadside restaurant) in the hills, running a school for the underprivileged, gallivanting around the country taking pictures, writing a travelogue, just getting lost and generally having a great time in the company of my “Mocha” is my idea of the beginning of a new life – can never call it retirement. People who say I have “retired” or am in “semi-retirement” can go fly the proverbial kite! So, there!!
When do you know you are on the path of retirement?
Whenever I mention retirement, people usually look at me with raised brows, as if I had spoken the unspeakable. Some even try to tell me that I sound pessimistic or depressed; why else would I be thinking of old age and death?
But, hey, when did I talk of death? And no, I am not afraid of dying. Death is the logical end of life, and if it is peaceful and comes when you have met responsibilities reasonably well, nothing like it. It’s rather a welcome change.
Retirement could also mean a new beginning, like being born a second time, living those carefree pre-school days once again. By retirement, I mean retirement from the labour market: from working for others, taking orders, working for money…
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