Still Smelling Like Teen Spirit?

As I write this, I share my room with another fellow “human” who is yelling profanities left, right and centre while playing a Counter Strike match on our LAN. The Morons think its good to have their asses handed to them Hong Kong style once in a while by other clans of the hostel. Cause you know they aren’t exactly what one might call “professionals” at it and after some time, their idea of a good match is shooting and knifing your own teammates.

Well, I have my favourite playlist now in my ears so I can safely and whole-heartedly get back to the business of writing my final blog before I lose the much coveted “teen” status. One of the first things, nay, THE first thing that strikes me is the fact that despite turning twenty I still retain some of the qualities from my childhood. Like the fact that I always sleep on my stomach or the fact that I can use both my hands with high dexterity while eating food (a quality which is surprisingly lost when I get raped in FIFA by every Tom, Dick and Harry.) I guess everybody has some unbreakable links with their childhood. Mohit mentioning how he had fallen on his head(thus doing irrepairable damage) while he was six years old comes to mind.

Sadly though, I cannot say such a thing about my teenhood. Mainly for the fact that teenhood has been associated with every vice a person can possibly contract. You know, the articles in the newspapers that go “Teens…..”. I always used to count myself one of the odd ones (I wont use the term “lucky”, my idea of good and bad is “weird”!) as I used to read those articles, or for that matter notice the happenings around me more as a spectator rather than a fellow teen. One could attribute it to my high maturity level, I mean c’mmon who wants a piece! But also to the fact…..nope I think the “maturity level” thing is most plausible explanation.

Jokes aside, as I step into twenty-dom I will become forever a person who is expected to be serious and, like I once remarked to a friend, probably wont ever be allowed on bouncies again! Sigh!

So it is with these solemn thoughts that I enter my life as an adult.

Happy Birthday to me!