A Life Frittered Away!

Some times, just to be funny, I respond to the question “what do you do?” with “I spend my son’s money”. This is inevitably followed by the question “what before that?”, and to that, I respond with “I spent my father’s money.”

Recently, I just did it to a very serious minded person who did not catch the humour involved and commented “Ah, you have just frittered away your life, good for you.” I suppose that it was his way of being funny and I did laugh at that time but that comment has been working at the back of my mind for quite some time. Last week however, two get togethers made me resolve the issue, I hope, once and for all for myself.

The two occasions were: first, a get together with six colleagues from one of my pre-retirement employers with whom I had worked between 1970 and 1990. We had got together for lunch at a mountain resort an hour and a half’s drive away from Pune. My colleagues came from Mumbai.

The second was again a lunch get together but, this time with my classmates of 1965 to 1967 from the Business School. Here it was six of us, all resident in Pune with the exception of one who is only part time resident here as he lives in New York for six months of the year. Every time that he is back, we get together for a few times and this was one such occasion.

When you put the people involved together, including me the number turns out to be 12. None of us are below 65 and all except me are grandfathers. All of us are retired except for three who are in their own businesses, but who too are only part occupied with business matters. All of us have well settled children and all of us have done reasonably well in life and have the wherewithal to live well in our sunset years. We can afford to enjoy ourselves with travel, get togethers with friends and family and other interests.

All of us had started our working lives during the depressing Socialistic Pattern Of Society in India and are bemused at the modern youngsters complaints of frustration when instant gratification is absent. People like us who depended on the private sector for our livelihoods were villains to be suspicious of. Despite such backgrounds, all of us had grown in our careers and contributed to our societies in many ways, and continue to do so.

These two get togethers when we discussed so many personal matters amongst ourselves, clearly showed that we had not frittered away our lives.

I will shortly send you a link to the post NK. No Sir, I most certainly did not. I have lived a full life, served, loved and lost; succeeded and failed and, have built a life that I can proudly claim to have been an eventful and even joyful one. And just so that you learn that I too have read Thoreau, I have simplified my life to the extent that when I finally go, my son will have little to handle to effect closure.

20 thoughts on “A Life Frittered Away!”

  1. I doubt if many people have actually frittered their life away. Somewhere along the line you can’t help doing things that are creative or fulfilling or helpful to others. I’ve done any number of useful jobs like journalism, bookselling, charity work, and working in social services. Even my private pleasures like books and music and art I wouldn’t call frittering my life away, as they’ve all been engrossing and inspiring.

    It certainly sounds as if your own life has not been in any sense frittered away.

  2. Evocative piece of writing, Ramana.

    I don’t think “to fritter away” so bad. It’s part of the human condition – and rarely do I beat myself up when I “waste” an hour or even a day on something seemingly inconsequential. If I had to justify those moments (and why would I?) I might say that they are like “fertilizer” to my more “productive” times. And that’s the crux, my dear Ramana, we are measured by our “output”, our visible “productivity”, hands to be seen busy at all times.

    I am happy for you that you have kept those old links with colleagues/friends. It’s good for the soul. Shared past and all that. Not least when you genuinely delight in each others’ successes, and mourn each others’ losses.

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    1. I think that I should have added in the beginning that neither I nor any of the others involved in those two get-togethers made to the very top in business or profession like say Bill Gates or Steve Jobs.

      I owe a great deal to many of my colleagues and classmates who have taken the pain to keep in touch. Post retirement, such meetings are full of nostalgia and catching up and very pleasurable indeed.

  3. As I’ve said before, my job now is to enjoy my second childhood even more than I enjoyed my first one. Is that frittering? If so, yay for it! This poor old world could use a lot more joy.
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  4. Ramana,
    What i see is a man who is using his retirement to sow into the lives of others and I am grateful for your input to mine.

  5. Frittering away my life at work. There is a 79 year old researcher on my project who has no need of money, but loves to work on technical problems. The challenge for me is that there are so many ways to fritter away my life, but not enough time to do them all.

  6. your last paragraph is lovely. in every way. it is YOU.

    you do however have a very wicked sense of humour! LOLOL!
    a little bit like my friend once who replied when asked about her own children’s inheritance…
    “being of sound mind and body i spent it all!”
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