Confusions of Being 24

So Here I am 24.I tell you being 24 is certainly not a nice age to be. You are miserably confused as always(though you are always confused, being 24 is even more confusing).You have no idea what future has in store for you. You are uncertain if what you have is what you want? Or should you ask for more? And all this happens because all of a sudden you are being pushed to the so-called-troublesome-adulthood. You now know you can’t dabaichufy-anyone-anymore. You can’t step out of your life and say I will start from scratch.( idu kallatam, kotta mudala irundu podu!!!)

You no more talk about road-side Romeos to your best girlie .

Flashback:

”machi ado anda black shirt paaru-soopera irukan la?”

 You call someone desperately from your landline-

“hoi sikiram sunmusic paru..alaipayudhey song podran tvla”

Current conversations with friends now are about

“evlo bonus potanga?”

 “enda boutiquela decent nalla salwar cheapa kidaikum?

 Aarrrgghhh. How you wish you never stepped out of college. Your maximum worries then were about your viva questions and forgotten lab coats and shoes.

Your priorities are being forced to change and suddenly you realize that the whooshing sound you hear these days is-the time just flying past you.

So coming back, whom do you blame now?( oh don’t we always need somebody to blame for our own mistakes and problems).Haan jii,yes now I  know. The kootu kalavani was-your own collection of books and movies. Thebooks and movies which has made you what you are now? You realize, that there were certain set of ideals by which you have lived.(at least believe you did) The ideals you yourself built by reading those 100+books and the movies you had watched wasting al the vetti time you had.You wish you could have got a master size bed in all that money you spent on it.(nalla thoonga vachum senjurukalam)

Coming back to reality now, you wish you could just throw all those books out of the window and burn them. You wish you were illiterate or had spent all these years reading Mills and Boon  and Ramanichandran(would have atleast made you slightly a romantic person )

You read Shivkera and he makes you think you can conquer this whole world. And now suddenly all that comes crashing around you when you realize how you were easly fooled, you are nothing but a perfectly ordinary person and how mokka your life goes. You reach that point in life where reality strikes you and you realize that the ideal world exists only in books and movies. It’s almost like the child who realizes that Santa doesn’t gives you gifts on Christmas(that is your dad who hides them under your bed) or Airvoice owner Sanjay Ramasamy  doesnt even glance at you when he waits for traffic signal.
You read books and fantasize a world where everything is exactly the way you want it to be.. You are the strong character helping everyone out there and the one who everyone turns out to for help.(remind yourself-not to read Sujaths novels anymore)

 You build a world around those characters whom you have visualized in your books or the ones you see in movies. Forget making the world happy, you cant even make your close ones feel happy. You are torn by your own ideals (stupid as they are) and the real world (real, loving, amusing and colorful as it is).

So there are two people inside your head right now: one which says” the best is yet to come dear .So stay calm and live this routine nalla-pulla life” 

The other which says-”Who wants safe? Safe is for wimps. Go rekka –katti-paranadufy. So what if you will regret it 10 years later.?Pona-pogudu,at least you would have tried”

Your life now is an all day porratam(struggle) between those two parts of yourself. All your attempts to merge them fail and it’s almost like suffering from multiple personality disorder.

You wish that time flies even more faster-either backward or forward(edho onnu)but surely not to be in 24.A simple decision seems like Himalayan task at 24.

18 was nice. 30 would certainly be nice. But not 24 You don’t want to be 24.Sadly 24 is sad. And worse still is when you look around and you see people handling 24 gracefully and you wonder “How the hell do they do it ? “.

You see people who are 24 getting married and having children and you want to run and hide under your table .(In my opinion somebofy has to ban Facebook in India).Thudikudu bhujam-when you see your not-so-close school friends and college friends posting chin-to-chin photos wid their hubbys.
You cant blame god because you are relationship with him is even more complicated.He is nice to you but never understands you

 You cant blame your parents because they were sane and sensible people, mature and composed when they were 24.

You cant blame your friends because most of them are married or at least they know what  they want when they turn 25.

You cant blame your sister-cos she is more matured than you,even if she is younger to you.

You cant blame your stars because you are skeptical about astrology.
Its just you

Oh my God. (ranting stops) Are you also suffering from quarter life crisis a year before you  become a quarter century old? Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrghh!!! (Going under the table now)