Like most of the corporate prisoners follow, after clocking in 8 hours of work, I knew it was time to leave for home. So I started packing and I don’t know why all of a sudden I checked my WhatsApp to stumble upon one of my friends` status which was about his blog post. I opened up the link to find out how one hell of roller coaster his year was and how he thinks I helped him (I absolutely did nothing) to get along with the bad phase. Reading those words made me happy about how far he had come from where he was. Sometimes it’s a mistake to emotionally open up and sometimes it is a sin to emotionally open up to someone who themselves are emotional fools. So with a content heart I leave the office to make a lonesome ride back home. I absolutely hate my ex roommate Chintan for being in Shenzhen now, as I have to drive both the times, but moreover for the fact that it’s lonely at times. And a lonely ride leads to overthinking and I know for a fact that words and sentences will flow in my mind as I ride back home because a heavy thought has lingered in my mind all day. I’m turning Twenty Two tomorrow.
In the golden days of wearing half pants and T shirts and getting your hair combed by Mom, birthdays really used to be exciting. You know it was going to be a special day as you knew you were the only person who would be in a civil uniform in the school. More than that you would get to pick your best friend to tag along with you to distribute chocolates and candies in the entire school while stealing and eating some for you own and your best friend. A pair of new clothes will start your morning and after you come home from school it was mandatory that all of your friends and family were invited to your home to devour upon Pav Bhaji and Gulabjamun along with cake and potato wafers and even such a simple evening would feel sumptuous.
Somewhere in switching from half pants to full pants and now formals the excitement of a birthday got lost. Now birthdays are more of having some dear people going the extra mile to gift you something or decorate your house with a personal touch, some close friends coming at midnight to cut a cake and then let your face eat it while some are wishing good wishes on social media. If I’m fortunate enough my parents would travel to Pune just to be there for my birthday and make me happy. But if you ask me honestly, as every birthday passes the excitement goes down. And it’s not because of the fact that you’re growing old, or some of you hair are growing white or you’re getting out of shape. It’s because you realize that you really are growing up and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s when your realize that day by day the liabilities are increasing and the good old days of Pav Bhaji, Gulabjamun and wafers are gone.
I’m turning twenty two and I still haven’t got shit figured out for myself. I just have taken up a job but I don’t know whether I like working for someone that much or not. I don’t know what technology I love or what work makes me happy. I don’t know if I want to keep working or start something up. I even don’t know if I want to be a master in management or a master of science. It is scary when you know some people of your age already know what they want in their life or in slang terms they are ‘sorted’. I’m just boy holding some paint brushes in my hand as the canvas of life gets bigger day by day. I just know that there are my parents who I really want to make proud of myself, some people to whom I want to prove something, some people I need to love more, some souls which I need to help and have someone with whom I can pet plenty of dogs.
I guess age is just a number. And there’s no such thing being a kid or being and adult. Because at the end of the day twenty-two is just a number and year by year nothing changes. You only grow older and if you’re lucky, maybe a little wiser.
Happy birthday Shubhankar.
P.S: For those of you who cannot understand the thoughts in my mind and for those of who are in the same phase as me, I hope this song helps. Enjoy! 🙂