you move, put your weight around, have fun, booze and party, you get over crushes and get into some new ones, and before you know it. you're 20. now, your perishable meatsuit is two decades old and you start getting a different feeling inside you. you're growing old, you're growing up.you get paranoid about it, take resolutions, career and life start revolving around your eyeballs, and you think you changed as a man just when you broke the lid of 20-genity. irony of life, you're not. you're still the same guy, with just a day older meatsuit. you just do not understand it instantaneously.
as the clock striked 12, i felt the teen age oozing out of my flesh. my mom called me and after wishes and blessings, she came to the point. and to my paranoia, she had a small advice speech planned. shubham, "now you are a grown man. your dad started earning when he was 20. you have given a lot of menace this year, now stop fooling around and get serious for your life. this is high time for your career and life ahead, blah blalalah blah", and for the first time in my life, i was actually listening to her talks. i wanted to do something. i wanted to get mature, serious, responsible. but as the night turned out, i am glad i do not stand on those stairs anymore.
in short, in real short. there were around twenty people, trashing me, beating me, throwing me, kicking me, on a road in a respectable society. and there was creativity, soda with soil and stones, cakes with dry leaves, and at one point i doubt they used cow dung somewhere. is short, why the fuck should we get serious? growing old is inevitable. growing up is a choice. we slept at 9 o'clock in the morning, and this night another man in our group has his dooms day. lets see if he can make it out alive :D
blessings :P
as the clock striked 12, i felt the teen age oozing out of my flesh. my mom called me and after wishes and blessings, she came to the point. and to my paranoia, she had a small advice speech planned. shubham, "now you are a grown man. your dad started earning when he was 20. you have given a lot of menace this year, now stop fooling around and get serious for your life. this is high time for your career and life ahead, blah blalalah blah", and for the first time in my life, i was actually listening to her talks. i wanted to do something. i wanted to get mature, serious, responsible. but as the night turned out, i am glad i do not stand on those stairs anymore.
in short, in real short. there were around twenty people, trashing me, beating me, throwing me, kicking me, on a road in a respectable society. and there was creativity, soda with soil and stones, cakes with dry leaves, and at one point i doubt they used cow dung somewhere. is short, why the fuck should we get serious? growing old is inevitable. growing up is a choice. we slept at 9 o'clock in the morning, and this night another man in our group has his dooms day. lets see if he can make it out alive :D
blessings :P
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