A high-ranking senior executive had to retire, and so he shifted from his palatial home to the senior housing society, where he owned a flat. He considered himself *high and mighty, and never talked to anyone. Even while walking in the park every evening, he ignored others, looking at them with contempt*.

One day, it somehow transpired that he should converse a little with an elderly person sitting beside him on the park bench, and so he started a conversation, and they continued to meet……. .

But every conversation was mostly a monologue with the retired executive harping on his pet topic, “Nobody can *imagine the big post and high position* I held before retirement; I came here due to compulsions”; and so on, and the other elderly person used to listen to him quietly.

After many days, when the big-shot retired executive became inquisitive about others, the elderly listener opened his mouth and said,

“After *retirement, we are all like fused bulbs. It does not matter what a bulb’s wattage was, how much light or glitter it gave, after it gets fused*…. they are all the same”

He continued, “I have been living here for the last 5 years and have not told anyone that I was a *Member of the Parliament for two terms*.

On your right, over there is *Ismailjee, who retired as National General Manager in Indian Railways.*

Over there is Patel Saheb, who was a *Major General in the Pakistani Army*. That person sitting on the bench in spotless white dress is Ahmadji, who was the chief of the *biggest chain of hospitals in Malaysia* before retirement. He hasn’t revealed it to anyone, not even to me, but I know.”

“All us fused bulbs are now the same – whatever its wattage was – 0, 10, 40, 60, 100, 1000, 10 000 watts – it doesn’t matter now. Neither does it matter what type of bulb it was before it got fused – LED, CFL, Halogen, Incandescent, fluorescent, or decorative. And that, my friend, applies to you too. The day you understand this, you will find peace and tranquillity even in this senior housing society.”

“The *rising sun as well as the setting sun are both beautiful and adorable. But, in reality, the rising sun gets more importance and adoration* , whereas the setting sun is not given the same reverence. It is better to understand this sooner than later”.

Our *current designation, title and power are not permanent*. Hanging onto these sentiments only complicate our life when we lose them one day.

*Remember that when the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box…*