I wonder what is special about turning 21, I mean I can vote, I can sign legal documents for myself starting from the age of 18 but still I am not an adult. It’s as they say ‘Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow.’
But... Starting tomorrow….
1.) I am legally allowed to consume alcohol at US ,Indonesia ,Oman, Sri Lanka, Tajikistan, UAE, Micronesia , Palau and in most parts of India
2.) I can get married
But what are more important are the changes I want, I wish I wasn’t so clumsy, I wish I could grow up overnight just like the law rendering me adult in a passing second but kya Karen dil to bachcha hai jii..[ :)]
I also wish I was a little more smarter, a little more healthier and a lot more wealthier [:P] , I wish I had a obsession ( includes commitments, affairs and addictions) and after today’s dinner I sincerely wish Patel hall had a better mess.
I had been planning to write a post since a long time ( losing in PI, almost getting DAAD and losing it , terrible last semester, a professor called SPP another called AC, Menon’s attempt at SF, KCR’s ……., getting drunk and breaking chairs at TP, carrying drunk people back from Sher e Punjab, Sayantan ki G ka G, ordeals for passport and many more) but writing a blog requires a rare combination of free time and good mood both being scarce thanks to ‘Labload’. Feels like penning hundreds of pages involving every nice event that took in last one year but I have a movie to watch , a assignment to do and a viva to prepare for , so I think I’ll retire.
Happy Hillu Day
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