Mole your way into geezerhood

Ever wondered wht it would be like to eat all those high cholesterol artery clogging food three times a day, or wht it would feel like to drive on an open road at 300kmph , or jump off a cliff into the blue vastness of the pacific ?? Ahhh, now don't sit and think of some super duper philosophical answers, plain simple you would DIE, not of some over-the-top accomplishment but of stupidity !! But have you ever wondered what it would feel like (i swear this is the last "ever wonder" question ill be asking!) to live well into your hundreds so that you could do all the above and not care about death and its inevitability, live to see the four seasons over and over again , see those candles on your cake increase into inconceivable numbers , see the cheekieness of your kids,grand-kids, great grand-kids and every other generation , see those wrinkles on your face turn into gorges , see your teeth fall out, oh boy there is a lot you can see and do if you live well into your hundreds. I'm preparing my list of things-to-do in my late nineties cos of this article . Yay yay yay..!

The reason for my longevity sits very conspicuously on my chin, one of the reasons people rarely forget my face. Right from my diapers days annoying aunts and uncles would pinch my cheeks and exclaim "moleeehh!" ,was it because of that big black mole or cos thts the way ppl address a mallu girl i wouldn't know ,but what i do know is that the name has stuck to me like a leech and it pisses me off hollow! Am i complaining? Hell NO! I'm actually damn proud of it but trimming the hair sprouting out of it every week is a pain !

Growing up i have faced a lotta carks thanks to the pigmented growth on my face.
Long time back (school times) we were to perform in a dance competition which required us to be dressed in rajasthani outfits. Now apart from the ghagharas(that spelling looks scarily wrong ) , bangles at insane places like armpits and black jewellery, rajasthani gals adorn their faces with three dots shaped like a triangle on their chin and at the corner of their eyebrows, ahh i know u guys didn't know that. So after the final round of mascara and lipstick we went about the task of dotting each others face with triangles and when it was my turn, lo and behold, only two dots were required cos of my mole. Now there is nothing funny or awe-inspiring in this but the memory is still crystal clear and back then it was one mega tickling joke (innocent humour u see).

Incident #2 :: This happened when i went for my learner's licence. Splittle covered walls, roughshod bureaucrats and agents stopping you at every turn was enough to scare two 16year olds, to tell the truth we were shittin in our pants. After filling up the application form my friend and i went to the RTO inspector to submit the forms. He gave out a deep sigh and exclaimed..

Inspector :: "Eanne madam, identification coloumn yakkae blankuu" (Madam why is the identification column blank??)

Me (muttering something under my breath, kannada no good back then) :: "Ahh,hmm !"
Inspector(lookin up with a i'll-smidge-you-down look ,and then eyeing the mole on my chin) :: "Ahh ok ok parvagilla biddu"

I turn around to see my friend vehemently tryin to prove that the small speck on her left arm is indeed a birth mark. Moments of glory u see..!
So while you guys try to sock up all you can in your limited time here on earth, ill be tuckin in on that extra cheesey burger with fries + cheese dip and thick shake . Oh boy im salivating now !