Monthly Archives: February 2015

You know what, it feels good to be ancient.

I turned 28 last week and as you can see old age is slowing me down. Gone are the days when I used to write my birthday post on the very day. On a completely unrelated note, now I understand how old people are able to drive cars slower than a three legged camel.

Watch this badass video and you will know why we old people are so cool —> Old people know shit!

With a limited stock of ‘fucks to be given’ priorities become clear and many self-inflicted inhibitions disappear in thin air.

Old age makes you realise that you are your favourite person – such a calming state of mind.

‘Been there done that’ and ‘bitch please’ situations show up now and again, reassuring you of a life well-lived.

Peer pressure? LOL! Young man, show some respect, you are talking to a dinosaur.

And of course, there is always nostalgia to keep you smiling. In my case it was the good ol’ 90s. A time when kids were stupid and life was simple.

Getting old feels good as it gives you more reasons to stay young. So go ahead, flaunt your wrinkles, run fingers through your salt n pepper, give someone an unsolicited piece of advice, brace your past and hug your future and don’t forget to smile like a kid – with your eyes and your heart in it. Age gracefully happily.

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February, show some love.

It seriously can’t be happening. Time is running like she’s any Delhi girl being followed by a Tata Sumo with ‘Jaat Boy’ sticker on its back. No wait, that’s not funny. I should not make fun of girls or Jaat Boyz.

It seems like yesterday, I was full of hope, energy, and resolutions (the same ones I made last year and the year before that). I was busy wondering about the biggest disappearing act of all time aka known as the ‘Year 2014’.

2015 is different. It’s so fast that it makes 2014 look like a pseudo-intellectual Bengali Art Film.

This year, I wanted to write a lot in my journal. Unfortunately, if you see my entries for the month of January you will find lesser words than a Salman Khan movie script (and we all know that’s just made of three words – BHAI KI ENTRY).

This year, I wanted to run regularly.
(Shhh… listen carefully, you can hear my Nike going LOL!)

This year, I wanted to save more money and lose all my debt. On a completely unrelated note, what’s the procedure of becoming a male stripper? Do I have to wax my chest?

February is here. It’s my birthday month, which basically means that it’s an official reminder for me to grow up and act my age. Just three days after my birthday is Valentine’s Day, which basically means that’s in an official reminder for me to grow up and let a woman change me so I can act my age.

My fingers are crossed. My hopes are still high. I still have 365-31 days to walk the talk. I hope February onwards, time slows down or I pace up. Coz the bucket list is long, fat is easy, money is a tease and I am reluctant to shave my chest to and dance around a pole.

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