And so God took six days to create everything that he had to create. On the seventh day he was very peaceful. He sat with a good ol' bottle of beer at the beach and patted his belly for all the good job that he did. millions of years later as he still was working on his muse called creating 'people' particularly for this country which he definitely likes to fill with a lot of that kind, he had some trash. As a form of divine dustbin he created me. And I survive as the last of its kind.
I shall turn 20 tomorrow and with divine blessings I shall carry with me to my next year some obnoxious bouts of fever. Hail Birthday spirit.
I shall be losing my teenagehood or whatever that is, though I still look like I can pass off as a pre- adolescent whiny kid. From tomorrow onwards I shall officially lose my right to throw tantrums that can be simply passed off with a remark 'it's her age'. I am now officially supposed to act grown-up like, answer politely to questions like 'why are you so thin' and 'why do you study so much' instead of answering with some badly construed sarcasm. Anyway sarcasm doesn't pay off anymore. Nowadays when I reply to these questions by saying that I am dieting/because I wan't to be the Ultimate Geek, people actually take me seriously.
Now that I am getting out of the so called formative ages, I am suposed to take stuff around the world very seriously. If I claim that the greatest philosophers on earth have been P. G. Wodehouse, Jerome K. Jerome, Calvin and Hobbes and Chandler Muriel Bing, then I shall have to be prepared for the divine kick in the posterior for committing a sin by omitting Marx and the likes. I shall have to hide my optimism in almost everything with a cynical realism about the world where I comment on almost everything with a i-know-about-this nod and continue with a how-the-world-is-changing kind of a sigh. And yeah the vague look to almost all questions thrown at me willl definitely have to go.
And so I shall enter a new decade of my life. And I shall survive.
P.S: None of these views on changing myself are actually going to be true. I shall bother about it when I am 90 and philosophical.
This has been dedicated to Chandrayee, Nibedita, Somrwita, Shreya, Tina and Sayantani. Without you, cribbing wouldn't have been so fun.
Monday, 17 May 2010
Posted by Olive Oyl at 12:21