My Mind Refuses To Grow

After having lived 25 precious years of my life, I have realized that my mind still feels 16 (Not 18, but 16 ☺). After passing out of school and spending the most entertaining and fun moments with my schoolmates, for nearly a year and a half, my mind refused to accept the fact that my life had moved on. I was still hung on to the football ground, class rooms, my friends, pranks that we played in school, until I started enjoying my life even more in college. I never thought I would ever be able to enjoy my life more than I did in school and I proved myself wrong. Found the most amazing friends (rather, they found me sitting somewhere lost in my past ☺), laughed till tears rolled down, played even sillier pranks, got kicked out of classes and yet no regrets, partied, danced, had a ball. And when the moment came to graduate and leave for masters, howled and shrieked at the airport, hugging each one of them and assuring them that these were the best days of my life and that my life will never be the same.

During first semester of Masters, I was stuck to my college days and bored every prospective friend of mine with my past memories (No wonder some of them prefered remaining "prospective"). Only till I laughed even harder, so hard that I might even have pissed in my pants. I had such a ball that I borrowed my statement and said “no, no. These are the best days of my life”.

Little did I know what was in store for me in the so-called “corporate world”? I knew that life beyond this is only going to be a big struggle, where people are waiting to slaughter and run all over me. Clueless and naive, that I am, was hung on to my MBA memories only until I realized what fun I was having. We laughed, played pranks, ran like kids, bitched and loved each other. I was then forced to again borrow my statement and use it here “These are DEFINATELY the best days of my life”.

I was shifting to a place so unknown and I knew “this is it! It’s over for me. My life can not get better than this.” And to my surprise, it did. ☺ Not only did I meet the most wonderful, pleasing, delightful and lovely flat mate, I made a home in Ahmedabad. I have choked and almost died laughing, I have been pampered like never before, and I have enjoyed every single moment of my stay in Ahmedabad. And now I am again borrowing my statement and using it here “those were the best days of my life”.

Now, I am so hung up on my days in Ahmedabad, that my mind just refuses to live in the present. Waking up in the mornings is the worst. I don’t have Trishna here who would let me sleep and quietly slip out to make us breakfast and lunch. While toasting my bread, I think of how Trishna and I craved for a toaster. Watching Full House, Friends and crazy youtube videos was never this fun. Admiring myself gazing in d mirror is no more fun when she is not around to tell you how you get on her nerves. Quilling has almost come to a halt without my driving force being around. I am so stuck that my mind never stops wondering “This is not how I did it in Ahmedabad. This is how Trishna used to cook. This is what my routine used to be. This is how we labeled our masalas. This is how we would have loud music playing in our house 24X7. This is how she would cook and I would just stand there narrating the entire days happenings to her. This is how we survived summers. This is how we LIVED”. I guess, I am gonna be trapped with these emotions for the longest time now.

The point that I’m trying to make here is that I have had such a wonderful journey, that every phase has been the best phase of my life ☺

This post is dedicated to all my friends. Love you all!!!