[ I know , I am not a little but a whole lot late this time for the update curtsey to my phasing in and phasing out but now I shall try to be loyal with my blog and to all of you who are reading our posts and taking your time to comment, you have given me a push forward all over again!!
here's the new update, in the hopes that it would entertain you till the end!]
Bathroom: PLEASE NO… No… Not again…!!
*me comes inside my bathroom*
Me:- no… I mean why on earth is growing up so chaotic , I mean you have to go through all the shakespearean seven stages of life without the mercy of a single option and when you are ‘legally adult’ phir toh tauba tauba!! The 18s and 19s are such frail ages, drenched with dilemma , bafflement ,volatility and you name it.
No, the problem is we , the 18s and 19s are
placidly stable , I don’t know about the others, atleast I am. Placidly stable
in a psychiatric sort of way if not financially until I am tagged as weirdo and NOT apparently suitable for my age!!?
First the child is all expected to grow up and be amenable when the child is
not even retired from the milk stains of childhood dusks, when he so wants to
hold on to his spring days – there were canvas days when the child was prancing
in zeal, when he believed in magic, in fantasies , when all his exuberance was
contained in a small crayon box but then one day he grew up or is ‘expected’ to
grow up relinquishing every nits and pieces of his tumbling childhood, fading
youth and all for what?? – the mere pleasures of growing up, being an adult!!
Bathroom- *….*
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Bathroom- no wait… what point are you trying to make ? the
fact that you grew up and now you are a mess or are you just practising your
conversation skills and you are messing it up?
Me- I don’t know… you tell me how you not overdo things as an adult is not supposed to right? Is it a sin to stubbornly cling to those happy days? All I want is a damn world without idle evils to judge!
A world where you can be 18 and still play with stuff toys, a world where losing is okay, failing is okay and you can still roar your wings after a fall and where you shall not be judged for being the way you are, you will not be asked to be an evolved old aged-18+ woman, all the while sneering at you those hawks when you try to be upto the standards of what they define ‘mature’, you would still be incompatible.
I mean are you getting the hypocrisy here? While they would ask you to be a social animal all the same they would expect you to be smart, charming , always smiling -smiling like you are being paid for it, being frustratingly polite to those obnoxious lady Macbeths AND OHH!!Choose your words like queen Elizabeth would choose her’s and what I am ? –‘ just a19 year old , too young for the society’!
The word ‘introvert’ is not even a thing here if you are being to yourself, if you are drunk in your own little world, if you covet for a little privacy so that you can be yourself without the gravity of a façade that does not belong to you – well, privacy is a national crime for 18s and 19s to begin with , the society carries a ridiculous dictionary where the word privacy means ‘being romantically involved’ and literally nothing more, as I say introvert is not even a thing here.
If you are one, haven’t they ever
tagged you as antisocial creature adopted from mars? no escape from the labels
of ‘unsmart’ and ‘clumsy’ either as if this society is burdened of writing a
novel on our character which they pathetically annihilate!! Aghhhhhhhh….!!!!!
Bathroom- *………*
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*Aren’t you ..like getting little late for the bath
and…uhh.. yes you are messed up?*
Me- exactly! The shadow of doubts would have never haunted
me then as now …. Its clear now more than ever that even HARRY POTTER sketched
out this middle life crisis of 18s and 19s year olds so explicitly, I should
have taken the hint….
Bathroom- *ughh… harry potter intruding again between her
whinings, as if these were not enough
already, a girl born on the wrong side of the world!*
Me- all I want is to savour the aesthetics of life , only if people could understand how I resent small talks-“ hii… what’s up… which college .. which subject… why this subjet…. What are the future plans… when are you getting married…when are you going to have kids… when are you going to die!!” I am not escaping from small talks which are anyway inevitable but when I choose to shun them
… it’s what you call ‘rude’.
Bathroom- * AND HERE COMES THE SHAKESPEAREN TORTURE AGAIN FOR
THE 111111032589645 TIMES!*
Me- “love is not love which altars when alteration it finds or bends with the remover to remove “( a lost smile) Where was I again… yes, talk about metaphors and ironies, talk about zero, infinity and the endless indecipherable space, talk about aliens , talk about civilians. Talk about feminism, how misunderstood it has been, talk about the misogynistic patriarchy that no one wants to talk about. Talk about history and cruel ways of how it repeats itself, talk about democracy and politics and I will blurt my heart out for I am no vegetable.
Talk about economics -the policies gone wrong,
talk about music and all the raphsodies that I ache to belong to, also about
the books ready to embrace me. Talk about the orphaned poetry stumbled into
some estranged pages, about countries, culture, people…. Don’t forget the food
all the same. Amidst these talks, let’s not forget the promises of solo trips
with nature, going alone on long drives and the smell of espresso in the air ,
either December freezing me in or July drizzles dissolving me in, 8-10 books
already from the backseat. Talks that would be euphoric , even fantasizing this
is so.. umm… is tranquilized … is romanticized and not the typical boy-meets-girl kind of romance.
But the forces of nature-er- rather I should say the forces of the society have decided against any kind of what I call 'decent' and they call 'insane and too-old-for-your-age' talks and even if Satan with his devil smirk tries to explain them that OHH !! it's absolutely no sin to let someone be themselves even if they want to be 'AN EIGHTY YEAR OLD SOUL'!!, their skulls would just cling to the ancient concepts of socializing.
Bathroom-……
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*AHEM, in my opinion you should...?* (
after an hour or so)
Me- ughh… but leave , it is what it is…and a complete
nothing….talking about these makes no sense and is just welcoming an early high blood pressure.
Bathroom- *…….SERIOUSLY, then why did you even started the TED talk??*
*me starts singing*( bathroom's opinion completely ignored for the third time)
Me- “life was a willow and it bend right to your wind .. … and I'll come stronger than the 90's trend“
Bathroom- * someone shut her please*
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Mom- are you going to take a decade showering or what ????
*Moi baths in 5 minutes and leaves the bathroom in 5 sec*
Bathroom- *thanks aunty*( cries in the corner)
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