Last Day of being 21

Spent the evening buying clothes for myself because I need them for work now. Not just sitting at home these days you know, got a job and everything. I thought that I’d have to go alone though, as my always-always there baby isn’t here anymore and friends were either busy, studying or not answering. Finally one of my two gujju homeboys came to my rescue. Did that. Got happy. Met up with another friend. Hung out at Carters. Bumped into some other friends. Had a shwarma and some momo’s for dinner. Wrapped up. Went home. Was getting bummed out that Saturday night was closing at 11. That’s when one of my original G’s came and bailed me out. OG Home-slice 4eva. High times. Fun times. Sunday at home. Catching up on the weeks load of sleep. Heading out the club now. Pre-gaming. And then the blueFrog. Bass Camp IV. And then it’s going to be done.

21 was crazy year. It was like no other. Can never be replaced ever. College ended. Hung out for a YEAR. Biggest chill session ever. Spent a beautifully high summer. Did Goa twice in the same year for the first time ever. One was a couples trip, first time ever.

Did a 2-week Baner trip for the first time ever. Got a full time job for the first time ever. Didn’t take it up. Got hospitalized for the first time ever. Got Malaria for the first time ever. And got it for the second and third time too! Did nothing for days, for the first time ever. Quit smoking hard cigarettes for the first time ever. Bid my baby farewell, actually not the first time ever. Freelanced, for the first time ever. Let go of a home for the first time ever. Bye Baner. You will be remembered forever. Growing up now.

Had a brilliant year. 21 was awesome. I wish it could last a li’ll longer, but that’s not possible. It’s all good.

Wouldn’t have done it any other way.

Black Swan

When you look at pictures of people from school now, you realise that the people who were as dumb as a rock, if not more, the ones who all the teachers said would amount to nothing at all other than a piece of wood, became models with a great body and even greater looking women flocking around them 24/7.

The ones who were really athletic and totally into sports, today have the hottest girlfriends and are always about to be accepted by a respectable firm that gives major perks to their sportsmen and off to live a life of content.

The really geeky ones grew up to be insanely geeky adults doing things that contribute to society in a good way along with satisfying their pockets, so you see how women won’t be problem here?

The gang affiliated kids got real-world gang affiliated, met all the wrong people, some did bad ass shit in their life, some peddled, some vandalized, but they all got the girls because every girl is into a ‘bad-boy’ deep inside.

The super spoilt rich kids who carried cell phones back in 2001 remain rich kids and today drive those convertibles that everyone including you and I stare at, they even occasionally feature in newspapers for being involved in a drinking and driving incident/accident, but then miraculously, a day later no one follows up, ever. Again, you wouldn’t fail to see that women more than exist in their lives, more often more than one.

Then, well, the average Joes like you and I get out of college with our average grades, get on with our average lives, looking for average jobs, nothing too high profile obviously, do our best to make ends meet, try and be one of the above kind of once kids and fail at it as though nature meant it to be this way, always want more and something better in life.

That is where we succeeded. That insatiable hunger that we possess to be more than who we are will always lead us to at least trying more than once in our lives to go beyond what we think we are.

So, is the potential.

But, at the end of the day, the average Joes like you and I will always, yes always, get a girl that has already been with one of the above kind of kids from your class in school. But then again that’s just how it is.

Like Thom Yorke of Radiohead says, “Cause this is fucked up, fucked up”*.

*Lyrics from the song Black Swan on the album The Eraser by Thom Yorke.