Improper? yes, i am!

         When I was a kid, elders and their maturity used to allure me to the core. I mean, come on, elders were charming and so was everything about them. My greedy eyes were always transfixed on their spectacles, wallets, bags and even on the mask of graveness that covered their face. Their life seemed sublime and royal. They didn't have to go to school or do homework or solve blood sucking maths sums (No offence, but I seriously didn't find any use of Laplace Theorem in my daily life even once; so all of you who are progenies of Ramanujanan-‘ we are good without maths’, okay?)

        Somehow I liked gossip aunties and their endless hours of gossiping too. The subject of their gossiping was always unknown but I assumed that they are adults and they would be talking about something grave and serious.

        I wanted to become an adult as soon as possible. When kids of my age were busy with cartoons, cocoa milk and loud music, I was appreciating news channels, coffee and gazals. My mother never received any complaint about my fighting with other kids because I found fighting ‘juvenile and immature’. I used to look at children of my age with disgust and think, ‘one day I’ll get older and days of my happiness will come’.

        But as it is said, ‘life is dynamic and so are thoughts and desires’.

        Twelve years later, I’m an adult who crossed teenage three years back and surprisingly ( or is it surprising really?) my idea of happiness just got reversed. Now I think there is something seriously wrong with me; like my biological clock is ticking in anticlockwise direction or so. Now I like cocoa milk, cartoons and hip-hops better than coffee, news channels and gazals respectively. I started having silly fights with friends on silly matters like 'ohh-you-made-fun-of-me-you-are-dead-to-me' or 'you-wont-let-me-to-ride-your-bike-go-to-hell'. I mess up with persons easily and then I explain myself to them as- Hey! I’m just 22, how can you expect me to act mature?

       Yeah, I know I’m contradicting statements made by 10-year-old-me, but hey! People change, okay? ( I have every possible excuse for my callousness).

       But strangely since many days I’m hearing gossips aunties’ enchanted gossips even more loudly. What they are talking about? And why they are looking at me?

       Oh my God! Now it’s making sense to me! Since all these years gossip aunties were gossiping about persons like me who don’t follow ideal sequences of biological clock. But then again, who the hell even cares? Keep enjoying aunties I’m gonna provide you so much to gossip about in future. It's my life and life is about change.

     And for present me, what’s next? cartoons? positive! Hallelujah!