Milestones

Life used to be about milestones. What started off with "Things I'm Going to do Once I Turn Thirteen", To "Things to do Before I turn Twenty" and then there was the curiously important "Things to do Before and After I turn Twenty One". And what now?

I went through somebody's blog today and read this post about a list of things to do before the blogger turned twenty. And all those things seemed so child like. So fun. Some even made me say "dang..I could've done that before turning twenty". But did, I did,and a lot of things, and all things I'm proud of. Apart from making a fool of myself on stage, I think I loved it all!

But what now? What list do I make and for what milestone? Twenty five? That's a little too far away and doesn't seem as exciting. Well honestly, not exciting at all. And this I say with no offense meant to everyone past their early twenties. I am sure your lives are colourful. I talk with reference to mine.

Is the only exciting moment of resolution making that I'm going to get, going to be New Years? Not fair. Why doesn't twenty three, four etc sound as exciting as turning thirteen and eighteen and twenty AND twenty one? Damn those things that tag nothing exciting to what happens after twenty one!

I can' t remember why I wanted to grow up so bad? What was it? Moving out, a car, and the power to swipe my card. And who knew how all that happens, and what it takes. I hiss with a little twang of jealousy when I see school kids these days, walking around, and think of all the wonderful firsts they're going to have...Most times I feel like smacking their faces and asking them to lower their skirts and pull up their pants, but that's probably after the twang of innocent jealousy has hit.

Just a few months ago there were milestones, and then, the milestones became a blur and windows vanished while huge giagnoramous castle doors made from tons of impenetrable iron open up.And I couldn't wait to get outside. And when the realisation hits you, you're allowed to linger on for sometime, as the doors slowly close. The choice is yours, in a fair world. To go back in [and regress] or force yourself out.

Yes the choice is yours.

And then the doors slam shut and disappear, leaving the windows to appear, curtains dancing in the breeze, tempting you, teasing you of all the goodness from within it ,you're now going to miss....

And fooling yet another innocent soul inside, busy making lists of "things to do before I turn twenty" ..Luring him , making him look out the window and sigh.. "When Will I Grow Up".