For the remaining time I have left on this planet I will try my best to get some important messages across.

This weekend I will be hoping to attend the annual mela.

And the week after I will go to the other festival where they play the loud music.

Going to a mela or festival is all about positioning and as you get older you move further back from the stage.

In the beginning you can't wait to get to the front.

Getting to the front is the best thing in the world when you are young and aren't bothered about losing your hearing.

In your teens and 20s you find yourself among the main crowd where you stay from the beginning of the show to the end.

Even if it rains all day you will stay at the festival in case something spectacular happens.

In your 30s (me), you don't go to the festival because you don't have enough time on your hands.

When you do end up going you find yourself drawn to the two penny machines in the funfair. Which now take ten pences only.

This is a defining moment in your life when you finally realise that you are no longer cool and the music is not what it used to be.

As the 40s creep up on you the festival becomes another pointless thing you have to go to because the kids insist on going.

You stand away from the main crowd... watch the odd scrap, maybe have some ice-cream and generally wish you were somewhere else.

As the 50s hit you with a bang you don't need to go to the festival at all.

You pull up outside and drop people off and at the end of the day you pick them up.

In between you find that doing the gardening or DIY gives you so much more pleasure.

There is a part of you that wants to go and look what all the fuss is about but then the sheer effort of finding a parking spot puts you off.

Finally, in your twilight years you are pulled along to the festival by your granchilden and the daughter-in-law.

By then you are just glad to get out of the house.

The music is rubbish but it doesn't matter anymore because you can't hear it anyway.

Whilst wandering around from stall to stall you find yourself at the front of the stage again...and so the circle of life is complete.