Tuesday, June 5, 2012


Ok, enough posts for a while about all the poopy droopy sad stuff of life.Let's talk about something we can all relate to: 

I joke all the time about being old, what with my gray hair (I found one today.Ouch), and my crow's feet.  In all honesty, joking is what it's all about.I love self-deprecating humor, because life is no fun when you take yourself too seriously.So when I talk about studying further and being the old lady,it'd be really more about the relatively unseen differences between me and most other students.Their baggage reeks of parties and hangovers.My baggage reeks of responsibilities.Whoops.Anyhoo, there is a point in here somewhere.Birthdays come and go and I feel like it's just last couple of days before I wished Happy Birthday to couple of friends and now all of us,less or more,are going to hit 25.Excuse me.TWENTY-FIVE.Ahem.What did I do till now!!

I don't know what it is about that number that causes so much confusion within me.Maybe it's because my parents seemed like ancient  forty-year-olds.They seemed so bogged down with being adults that they had no choice but to act like old forty-somethings.Of course,One need to act one's age specially when 2 kids are there,aging to get married.But still... I feel like I have a lot of growing up to do before I enter the sacred doors of the forties. If Spongebob comes onto the TV I will literally stop what I'm doing and watch,laughing my ass off at the absurdity of that damn cartoon. My sister once said I remind her of Spongebob, and I swear that's one of the best compliments I've ever had!If I had the money I'd buy the whole Lego set of Bikini Bottom,and if you don't know what Bikini Bottom is you better stop reading right this second and get your ass to Google.So really I'm still not afraid of turning forty in a few years - I'm just having a hard time making sense of what I grew up knowing what that age represented, and what it's representing in me now.In spite of the fear of turning old and changing feathers/names and what-not,I am still very much a little kid whose heart will never truly grow up.I like that about myself.I love  that about myself.It's just that the damn number isn't playing along and it's really starting to weird me out.

Talking of aging,it all came from thoughts.Talking of thoughts,Of Monsters & Men Comes to mind.And you know why is that?Did you hear their Dirty Paws?! 
Here's what they read,
"Jumping up and down the floor,
My head is an animal.
And once there was an animal,
It had a son that mowed the lawn.
Blah Blah Blah Blah"
Of Monsters And Men makes a great album but also holds their own live. They're from Iceland so their names look more like drawings than names. They are a very new band, with beginnings that barely make it back 2 years.Also check out the song "Little Talks", you may have heard it before. The best test of the band  is how they are live.That's why watch out the live video.
Does anyone else have odd issues about growing up?


  1. Dude u r seriously my best blogger.... Excellent writing an wonderful description!!! At that point I seriously have lot of maturity to being me in before 40 but still I would laugh off seeing two and a half men anytime!!!

  2. Thank you so much Ankit.. My bad..I saw the comment super-late :)