As a teenager, I hated being called anything close to this term, mature. I used to grumble: you get mature when you get old. I am still young with many reckless years to spend. I don’t know who changed the dimensions but “mature” doesn’t offend me that much now. I do behave pampered and unreasonable on many a occasions but on a larger scale, maturity has laid its dirty hands on me. Yeah! I know! Here are few observations that I believe make a person fall under this “grown up” category:
> When your friend has been an ass and you know it pretty well; yet you call them up to reconcile.
> When your heart gets broken and you don’t curse them back.
> When you are going on a family trip and all bookings have been made under your name and not your parents like it used to be.
> When someone cancels on a fun evening and you totally “understand”.
> When loneliness at times, comforts you.
> When you have two, three, five fixed deposits to be matured in coming months.
> When you start carrying umbrella in your bag before stepping out of your house.
> When your ex talks about his present and you are the one to give friendly advice.(sucks! Even after gallops of maturity)
> When you start dating keeping perspective bride/groom in your mind. :D.
> No matter what shit happens in your life, you try to be cool.
> When cleaning your room has become a part of your routine.
> When you shop based on necessity rather than on whim.
> When reading sounds like the perfect leisure time.
> When 11 pm is way too late for you to be awake.
> When being called matured seems right to you, more like a compliment; there! you have matured my friend.
P.S. No matter what, keep that prickly kid alive in you!!!
What will i write today?
Mind is surprisingly very blank at the moment. Why take the trouble to write up a blog when your brain cells are hibernating?! Let’s try.
My parents are about to visit me soon, and I am reminiscing all the beautiful childhood times. It delights me to think how when I was a kid my parents treated me like some delicate doll of sorts. Shouldn’t get her feet dirty, shouldn’t catch cold, hairs all neat and kempt, should eat lots of food..should drink milk before sleep..shouldn’t hurt herself…should sleep with all coziness and comfort of the world..should keep her smile on. I was probably not even aware of these many “shoulds”. One trivia i crisply remember from those times is how i used to go through the family photo albums over and over again with my mom. Most of the pics had me in them. There was this one photo that only had my mom and dad in it..and every time i used to see it…i used to make a huge fuss about why did you click it?! Why am I not here! You and dad don’t love me! Remove this photo from the album! My mom would then apply all her tricks to cheer me up or divert me else where. Now after all these years when i look back, i feel like asking myself: Who would bear such futile, over the top tantrums of mine today?
I don’t act so stupidly now but even till date, i think my parents irrationally hear to all my wishes. I don’t know why do they do that? Why have they spoiled me so darn much that the rest of the world seems little cruel in comparison. I try and stay all independent and strong and all the heavy words when I am alone. And every time they visit, I’ll turn that same doll mode on..innately. From an outsider’s perspective: Not Healthy. Anyway looking forward. :).