It should be regarded as a universal truth that a person’s complexes get adequately reflected in the way he or she dresses and behaves, and tries to look like.
If a woman beyond sixty is fond of using ‘cosmetics’ rather generously, you can easily conclude that she is desperately trying to hang on to her youth, and is still keen to be ‘evaluated’ on the basis of her looks than her guts. Grace is what a woman sacrifices while attempting to look sixteen at sixty. Dr Maleeha Lodhi is a classical example of this phenomenon. She still loves to hide behind cosmetics.
Not meaning thereby that men are exempt from this phenomenon. Count the number of politicians who have long gone past sixty; yet there is no tinge of grey in their hair. I think if they allow their age and maturity show in their appearance, they are likely to look more graceful and respect-worthy.
I don’t want to mention names here.
Actually this subject has been picked up by me after watching the first Trump-Hillary debate.
Trump seemed to be trying desperately to convince the audience (and himself too) that he was much more energetic and ‘younger’ than his adversary.
But I believe, in leadership, you have to feel ‘young’ think young and act young—not look young. Quaid-i-Azam was a classical example of this. As were Nehrn and Mao.
In the debate I have mentioned, Trump ended up looking a caricature of ‘himself’ whereas Hillary Clinton exuded an aura of strength and energy despite her recent illness.
This is the age of the powerful cameras and wide screens— and our leaders— (infact all leaders the worldover) — tend to simulate stars like Shah Rukh and Aamir who hate to show their age. Some of them have the advantage of hair planted on their skulls, or simply hair-caps.
I am writing this piece in a lighter mood. And I want desperately to look YOUNG at 77. Yet it was in 1987 that I gave up dyeing my hair. I remember my first journey after that. A close acquaintance was staring at me intently from his seat in the plane. And we were not exchanging greetings. Suddenly he got up , and walked to me.
“Excuse me sir, are you Mr Ghulam Akbar’s father?”
I laughed heartily. And he instantly knew who I was. He too burst into laughter.
Don’t be afraid of looking your age my dear folks. Probably you are going to score higher marks in GRACE..
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