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??


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  1. /////One important change I hate to the core is my physique. Only God knows how I earned ten kgs after my twentieth age!

    ////EATTT every possible cuisine on the planet earth.


    OXYMORON..!!! πŸ˜‹πŸ˜

    Do you still wonder how you gained that extra 10 kilo's..!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜œ

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    1. 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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