What age has done to me!
With my best friend under the influence of Tequila, I was
left alone to think and graze my past. It’s not bad to rewind my life while
sipping my coffee standing in the balcony of my apartment in 7 deg temperature
of Stockholm.
It was never a killing-adventurous one but it was not
without pretty big changes/surprises/sorrows/happiness (usual tale, isn’t it? ).
When I turn back and look at me, I can classify my life into
three stages. GB till 16 years of age, GB between 16-20 and GB after that. I am
so sure that everyone would have undergone changes, irrespective of their sex, clan
and nationality but I put my changes as the most imperative among all ( yeah, I
am the author and I can do that :P )
So thinking back, The vintage GB (Please keep reading, don’t
stop :P )
I was creative. Believe me, I was. During Tamizh classes in
college I used to translate the Tamizh poetic verses to English even when the lecturer
was teaching that. My bad! I have lost those collection. I don’t know how good those
texts were. I don’t want to think about the quality of my works at this point,
when I struggle even to write something (But my lecturer read my English translation
of those Tamizh verses in various other classes he handled, so that should be good)
It’s not about showing off of what I was able to do. It’s
about my waning creativity. I have heard the comments of my parents/friends/teachers;
if there were any good thing about me in those comments it was only that I was
creative.
I have ruined my creativity to such extend that even if I
get intro of any girl (Hot/Gorgeous/witty/dumb/any kind) I find it too hard to
build up the conversation (yeah! Damn me :D ) I ask myself “GB what the hell is
wrong with you, you can’t write any blogs; that’s fine, acceptable but talking
with a girl?? Man this is soo bad!! May be I should hire a wing man like Barney
Stinson”.
Coming back to my blog part. Few years ago I used to post at
a rate of one a month. Now the rate is like one a year. Pathetic! Blogs were
the one of few things which gave a huge push to my confidence. I went to an extent
of planning my future to be a writer (May be due the bad influence of people
like Chetan Bagat, Amish and etc ) Now when I think about my writer dream, it
has same possibility of Pakistan becoming a fully democratic country .
I am reading a book; Sialkot saga. The sad part is, I am reading
that for 3 months and I am yet to reach one hundred pages. Thinking back; I
used to read one book for a week. I maintain a mini library at my house. I boast
the capacity of 189 books, mostly novels but now I couldn’t read one book in
three months?? That’s a serious change man! It’s not that I am busy but I
seriously find it so tough to read three pages at a stretch.
During my undergrad days I used to read two text books to
understand a concept but now I am so allergic to books that my brain is so in
love with youtube. To know any bloody thing I simply want to watch any random
youtube video and get it sorted. I don’t know to name it as laziness or efficient
learning.
One important change I hate to the core is my physique. Only
God knows how I earned ten kgs after my twentieth age! I really really hate
this. I couldn’t fit myself in the jean I got four years ago.
Not so long ago, back then I used to have an ambition that I
should meet a girl-understand her-be in her happiness- comfort her during her
sorrows-fall in love-propose-be in love- (and I don’t want to go the next part
which is really tough in Indian perspective) but now I am like “ Meh! Shit will
happen some day and I will give that job to my parents” (Much better If I get
to live a life of a glorious bachelor, travelling around the world alone and
EATTT every possible cuisine on the planet earth.
Cooking is the only of few good changes I witnessed in me
after my twenty.
Changes do happen, I don’t know if those changes are for
good or not but I know I don’t enjoy every moment in my life as I did few years
ago. I don’t know if it is the age or the transition to the next phase of my
life.
Or
These are the changes I should accept and move on coz I am
no more a teen??
/////One important change I hate to the core is my physique. Only God knows how I earned ten kgs after my twentieth age!
ReplyDelete////EATTT every possible cuisine on the planet earth.
OXYMORON..!!! ππ
Do you still wonder how you gained that extra 10 kilo's..!!! ππ
I used to eat a lot in my teen age too but I used to play regularly! :P Now I lack that
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