I am the happiest when I get to cook and today was one such fortunate day. While I marinated chicken and watched for the zillionth time, S01E14 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., an unusual thought crossed my mind. I noticed that I am not growing up.
...I still love the age-old Symbian, I watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S., I order the same cuisines wherever I go, I never even consider changing my laptop’s background, I never try to befriend new people, even the ringtone hasn’t changed since long.
But then, is it wrong to love what you love? I don’t think it is.
There have been changes…major changes. I have shifted to a new city; I have a changed life-style, and I have so well adapted to it.
Is it not enough of a change and a sign of growing up? It definitely is.
But then, why has the excitement died out?
After a daylong session of introspection and observation, I could only conclude that one stops growing up only when he already has grown up too much to have grown out of life. He holds so tightly those things of past that the passage for new things is no more open. And its then that the experiment part takes a back seat and he loses all those moments that he would have scored to laugh at and speak about had he kept the doors open.
One closes the door for new things and the list of special moments grows shorter relative to life and at some point, life starts to seem bland.
Life will always be a little shit, but with these little sparks that a little change/experimentation brings in, one can live on and on with glee.
And with this learning, I am going to hit the road right away and drive a good 30 kms for the station-wali-chai post mid night.
Who knows what’s waiting ;)
P.S. - the hiatus has been long…it’s not that I haven’t pondered writing or the desire to connect with this virtually real world has waned, it’s just the dearth of a subject/muse. But I plan to come here a little more regularly with better stuff.
P.S. - I did not intend to put this post up (so much to learn type) but then the desire to be here was incessant and this was what I was, all day, up to.
P.S. – I have just now dug out this ‘never heard’ song, 'home' by 'chris daughtry' and I am badly hooked to it.
P.S. – winters this time around are inclement here and it feels so bad to even peek out of the quilt. God! Please repeat Sunday in succession.
P.S. – and by-the-way, butter chicken was awesome :) …I would have shared a pic but alas! I was too engrossed in devouring it.
