16th July 2009, 12:01 AM, and wishes started pouring up. It was my birthday. Some unexpected wishes astonished me whereas some wishes that I was waiting for were missing.
Every Birthday makes me bit more hesitant to include myself in the category of young lads. However I believe in “Goanna be 18 till I die”. One other thing that keeps growing stronger with my every birthday is the thought of my elders/ relatives about me. I think this starts happening when one has finished first 25 years of his life [ for females it starts a bit early…Sorry girls but its natural, can’t help it ]. Many called me up and asked “Shaadi ke bare mai kya socha hai ?” ….i quipped silently…when did I start thinking on this yaar ?.Well that is the toughest question I ever have faced, authors why don’t you write some books on this ?? Please tell me how to explain them that I am in love. I know your mind has started running here and there and have declared me big FOOL for disclosing all my private affairs on blog …….but yes...yes…yes I don’t have any doubt to say that I m in love with my bachelor life...stop making weird guesses :) .Required a couple of more years to feel myself mature enough and see other shades of life.
Dint get time in morning as mornings are scheduled for hopping as always, visited temple in evening (as if it was order from supreme court to visit temples on birthdays).Visiting temples sometimes makes me to feel guilt of selfishness, Go to temple, ask something for you and again do the same when first wish comes true (in terms of programming “an infinite for loop”….non techies please google it…google is nomore a technical stuff now). Really living beings are selfish. If you ask me the purpose or selfishness behind writing blogs, I would say I am creating a log which will definitely goanna help me when I am a 70 years old grown up young boy and trying to write my autobiography...is’nt it interesting ?
Don’t know how but every 365 days, someone debits a year from my saving account at life’s bank, that too a cash transaction. I wish if these transactions could be done through account payee cheques …this way my “year” would be transferred to somebody’s account only…again it’s a wish and out of my control. Well I am unaware of amount available in this account and when its goanna last.
Friends hang-on…its high time. Otherwise all of us who are running here and there have to meet at a common destination….. yes that is waiting for all of us… a pile if ash !!
“Hai junooooooooooouuun……hai junoon sa jeene mai” - that is what I am listening right now…..nice song from Newyork.
-- Love --
Amitesh
Every Birthday makes me bit more hesitant to include myself in the category of young lads. However I believe in “Goanna be 18 till I die”. One other thing that keeps growing stronger with my every birthday is the thought of my elders/ relatives about me. I think this starts happening when one has finished first 25 years of his life [ for females it starts a bit early…Sorry girls but its natural, can’t help it ]. Many called me up and asked “Shaadi ke bare mai kya socha hai ?” ….i quipped silently…when did I start thinking on this yaar ?.Well that is the toughest question I ever have faced, authors why don’t you write some books on this ?? Please tell me how to explain them that I am in love. I know your mind has started running here and there and have declared me big FOOL for disclosing all my private affairs on blog …….but yes...yes…yes I don’t have any doubt to say that I m in love with my bachelor life...stop making weird guesses :) .Required a couple of more years to feel myself mature enough and see other shades of life.
Dint get time in morning as mornings are scheduled for hopping as always, visited temple in evening (as if it was order from supreme court to visit temples on birthdays).Visiting temples sometimes makes me to feel guilt of selfishness, Go to temple, ask something for you and again do the same when first wish comes true (in terms of programming “an infinite for loop”….non techies please google it…google is nomore a technical stuff now). Really living beings are selfish. If you ask me the purpose or selfishness behind writing blogs, I would say I am creating a log which will definitely goanna help me when I am a 70 years old grown up young boy and trying to write my autobiography...is’nt it interesting ?
Don’t know how but every 365 days, someone debits a year from my saving account at life’s bank, that too a cash transaction. I wish if these transactions could be done through account payee cheques …this way my “year” would be transferred to somebody’s account only…again it’s a wish and out of my control. Well I am unaware of amount available in this account and when its goanna last.
Friends hang-on…its high time. Otherwise all of us who are running here and there have to meet at a common destination….. yes that is waiting for all of us… a pile if ash !!
“Hai junooooooooooouuun……hai junoon sa jeene mai” - that is what I am listening right now…..nice song from Newyork.
-- Love --
Amitesh
