Retired life is a blessing, live it to the full

By Sunil Saxena

It has been six months since I last drove through rush hour traffic. There was no need since I had retired, and I was leading a happy, peaceful life.

Last evening, I went to drop a friend at Indira Gandhi International Airport. The distance from my home in Noida to the airport is around 35 km. But the time it took to reach the airport? Close to three hours.

The drive brought back memories of my working years when I used to drive through similar traffic. I used to curse it then, and I cursed it yesterday.

Is this the way to live?

I thanked my stars that I had stopped working.  For four long decades I was part of this rat race. Get up early, snatch a quick breakfast and drive through maddening traffic to work and drive back in equally chaotic conditions.

If this was not frustrating enough, my working life was full of turbulent moments. There was not a moment of peace.

It’s a surprise that I survived.

It is now six months since I retired, and I have enjoyed every moment of those six months. It’s almost as if life has gone in a reverse mode. Everything that I wanted to do when I was working and I could not, I can do now.

I don’t have to get up early. I wake up when I want. I can sit on my laptop and be creative. There are no deadlines, no pressures to submit a story, no Editors breathing down my neck. There are days when I don’t even open my laptop, and I don’t feel guilty.

I still buy a newspaper but I don’t read it from page to page. There was a time when I bought eight newspapers to see what others had reported. Now, I don’t care. Why should I worry what is happening in the rest of the world? Let those who are still a part of the rat race do the worrying.

My greatest pleasure has been the silencing of the idiot box. I don’t have to suffer the noisy anchors and their half-baked opinions any more. And Twitter? For more than a decade, the blue bird ruled my life. I can’t tell you what sadistic pleasure I derived when I hit the account delete button. Who wants those followers? No more Twitter, no more brainless bird tweets.

The ceaseless digital and electronic din has been replaced by the good, old book. What a joy it is to curl up in the bed on cold, wintry nights and hungrily devour the classics once again. I had almost forgotten the feel of yellowing, physical pages.

Even shopping has become so much more pleasurable. I go to malls on weekdays, and that too in the middle of the day. There is no crush of weekend shoppers, and no battle to find a parking place. I can park comfortably and laze around as long as I wish.

For decades, I travelled only for my organisation. Not for myself. Time is now with me. I am going to travel when and wherever I feel like.

Life is smiling again. Retirement has been an absolute godsend. There is no need to worry about tomorrow.  I own all my living moments now.

And so should you.

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