I will start this post with a bit of humour and end it on a very serious note. Both to drive home the thrust of this post.

I am a member of a number of WhatsApp groups and one of the problems of being so is the repetitions that one has to face every day. Some posts go viral so fast that I not only get to see them on various groups but, also through individual messages from contacts.

One such recent video is about a Super Senior gent who is past ninety and still going strong with daily physical exercises, marathon running, proper diet etc, etc, etc. In the clip he is asked about his longevity and heΒ  advices on how to be fit irrespective of one’s age.

Good for him but, my funny bones decided to have a bit of humour with this post as, the gent shares the same surname, xxxxxx as mine. So, on many such posts I commented : “xxxxxxs are crazy. I am one.”

The responses to my comment amazed me. 43% wrote that they totally agreed, or indicated their agreement via thumbs-up emojis or simply by a grinning image.

33% responded with frowning emojis. Need I also add that bar just a few, all shared the surname xxxxxx.Β  I suppose that these indicated that all xxxxxxs are not crazy.

The balance 23% simply enjoyed the quip and indicated it via smile or grin emojis.

Innumerable contacts decided that discretion is the better part of valour and simply kept quiet.

I have concluded that most people in the world that I occupy consider me as crazy. So be it.

Now coming to the serious part of this post; Please visit Webwisewoman’s blog post I Was Never Old Before.

I hope that you will understand my response in the comments to that post – “No matter what one learns from others about ageing, one has to face up to realities of one’s own situation. In my case, my health issues prevent me from leading the kind of lives that many of my friends and relatives of about my age live. I have accepted this and have modelled mine to give me a contented life. And yes, blogging has been a great outlet for the creative part of me to operate.”

And just as I started to write this post, I received another message from a very dear friend who too is an xxxxxx and like me, a couch potato.

Nastik in Sanskrit means a Non Believer.

Now, you tell me whether I am crazy or not. Thank you.

12 thoughts on “Crazy!”

  1. I would like to see crazy defined by those who use it. It’s often used as/with an adjective or adverb or qualifier: crazy making, crazy as a loon, crazy as f*** etc. Crazy as a bat, crazy as a fox, crazy as a bag of hammers. None of which make any sense. Unless sick, birds and animals are not crazy: i.e. disturbed and out of control..
    I would never say you were crazy Ramana. Far from it. I view you as wise and unapologetic for your existence and adapted lifestyle.
    I really believe crazy is a misused word unless it’s denoting a mental illness of some kind? I leave it up to speculation.

  2. I think your response was funny. I also think there’s a lot of people looking for ways to be offended these days, especially in the United States. I’m not saying there aren’t a lot of offensive things said, but if you’re connected to someone willingly, you should know who and what they are and take it for what it is, rather than what you think it should be.
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  3. You are possibly the sanest person I know and your sense of humour shines. It’s part of your method for keeping a grip on life and it works πŸ™‚

  4. In my opinion its good to be “crazy” so please remain so. Life is tough as it is without making it worse by remaining serious and prim and proper πŸ™‚ Viva la crazies !! πŸ™‚

    Btw thanks for the new word πŸ™‚

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