Miscellaneous musings

I'm growing old. And fast.
I see a single strand of white in my sideburns and a whitish tinge on my beard. I'm thrilled. Grey looks cool... it signifies class and experience. I should be jumping with joy. But instead I feel worried.
Why?
Because I'm on the right side of thirty. And single with no time to mingle. When my parents come to know about my grey look, I'm sure they'll go ballistic. It spells disaster in the marriage market, All things considered this is not exactly the US and I'm no George Clooney.
I'd be happy with this tinge of grey but for the fact that my eyesight is failing as well. I can't see as far as I could a few years back. My 'reading range' has dropped dropped drastically from 750 metres to 150. Millions of hours in front of the monitor seem to be taking its toll.
And my forgetfulness is playing havoc with my life. I just don't seem to remember anything. Earlier, I wouldn't remember anything not connected to work while in office. Now I can't remember anything other than work. I can't even remember how many active emails and credit cards I have and how many posts I've made. I'm convinced I made a post a couple of weeks back, but just can't find it. At this rate I may soon forget who I am.
Oh well! It must be the sweltering heat in the capital, I tell myself. However what is capital is that I'm worrying over something that is natural and a part of life. AndI  see no solution to that.
Great! while keying in this post I realise my fingers can't keep up with my thoughts and I'm making typos galore. Now is that a bad sign or a good one?
Why don't you help me out? I'm too busy dealing with stupid mosquitoes and senility.
And I have to rant about the city on my other blog.
Amen!
May the force be with you!