Twenty Something

This is really good ,.... Chandrala’s words of wisdom...

Twenty something
Whoever said adolescent age is the most difficult stage growing up dint live beyond twenty. Althrough teenage years you are forgiven for dreaming, forgiven for making mistakes and most of all forgiven for taking life as light as it can be. Enter twenty something and all of a sudden, your world goes out of whack.

Where do I begin with the problems. If you are a girl you become the focal point of a huge group of relatives who never even considered that you were alive a year ago, think they can write your destiny by finding alliance for you. If you thought you will run away from it and focus on career there is another huge spiral of confusion of what do you want to accomplish in life engulfing you. Not to mention the never-ending search for the Mr Right who appears to never cross your roads in shining armor. To add some spice to all this suddenly the gully kids start calling you aunty which sort of echoes in your head a thousand times. Mini skirts become thing of the past and some stupid college rules even ban jeans and all of a sudden people, start telling you , you look good in a saree. Freaked out and confused you find console being with other twenty something commiserates. In all this one thing nobody seems to care about is you career and job which surely enough finds your way when you are not looking for it. Starting at the junior most level and for the first time dealing with politics , deadline and bosses.

Though twenty something is soo nerve racking, it is the first time you really learn something substantial in life. You learn that tall dark and handsome are good traits of a jockey model and kind hearted, honest and positive thinking guy is whom you want and the person who can make you laugh no matter what is better than any fantasy prince in shining armor. You begin to value life and for the first time going at a high speed in kinetic Honda doesn’t thrill anymore and safety takes precedence. You begin to think of your parents as someone who took a lot of effort into building your destiny and no more as people who objected to everything you did. You suddenly loose competition with your younger brother and sister willingly. You look at the mirror and search for who you are rather than search for pimples in your face. For the first time you stop for a bit and look back at life rather than worry about the future. When you look back you find so many memories of stupid and naïve things you did and in a flash you smile at it. A history, a life time, past and present tense they all seem to merge and the future looks brighter than it ever was. The uncertainity still in place but a feeling that you have been in those thorny roads before. Twenty years seem like centuries and you try hard to remember how you were when you were little. Yup thats how old you are…Twenty something and decades to come.