Tuesday, February 3, 2009

24 years ago, a disaster happened

When the world lay asleep on a winter night, the dogs at the end of the lane kept barking on the silhouettes, the time during which the kids wet their beds silently, the time at which even the bravest bunch of people fear going near the sepulchral, the time was for the ghosts to roam around rather than the humans, a baby started yelling in a contrastingly silent environment. The people around were as amused as you would get when you see a hot girl in a mini skirt.

But with every smile, there comes a frown, like with every cheap underwear that you buy, you get holes in it too soon. That little trouble grew up to bang its sister’s head on to the wall at the age of 6, wet its bed till the age of 8, pierce a pencil into its cousin’s bottoms at the age of 12, and secretly watched adult movies from the age of 15 (some may think that’s too late?). If you are still squeezing your eyes wondering who that trouble is, go dig a hole and bury yourself.

I will be turning 24 in a few days time, and I am sure the number of people who will call and wish me would be less than the number of hit movies given by Amisha Patel. I do not blame anyone for this. I know it’s because, I haven’t been a best friend to anyone, nor do I have any best friend. When I began to list out the reasons for this, I created a hair pulling 8784 byte notepad file (which included "writing a blog that no one reads"). I know it’s silly but that’s what you do when you neither have friends around you nor any work.

Coming back to my birthday, I will be 24 now, when some of my friends who passed out along with me are still 22. And that’s what makes me feel older than I actually am. Many times, I have had these nightmares that I am getting too old without doing anything in my life and one day, it’s all over for me; that I come out of my house with a walking stick for a morning walk, when I see one of my friend returning home after enjoying the night in a disco. I just googled to find out that it’s called Gerascophobia.

Inspite of all these, I don’t know why I look at myself atleast 10 times a day in the mirror and smile (at my foolishness?). For me, the most lovable thing in this world is I; one thing that I would like to know more about is I. You may call this ego, but I follow the saying," Love yourself if you want to love others ". Next week, doesn’t matter if anyone wishes me or not, I will still look at the mirror and say "Happy birthday Anil".