those missing years

Birthday happened last week. This is that time of year when suddenly you became centre of attention. People from far off place will call you who haven’t returned your calls. You feel happy if your phone rings nonstop though out the day. This day you feel no lack of sleep no over exhaustion of partying just a standard happy feeling. It doesn’t matter if deadline hasn’t been met it can still be postponed. Doesn’t matter if you have achieved anything in the past 1 year. It’s a no judgment day. You have liberty today anything and everything.

And when all the hoopla vanishes and its Monday again you come back to senses. Detoxify the liver and restore the mundane life against the monitor and excel then it clicks did you counted the candles on the cake? No, I am not scaring everybody with the crazy thoughts about horrors of ageing. Suddenly you feel grown up. Not old, I mean not yet but grown up…you feel for those good times. Times with friends where you didn’t bothered about getting up early next morning, manners and sophistication the times when life was just one big party.

When eyes were filled with dreams and possibility and not a strain of tiredness. When you thought about owning a yacht and a island not the rentals for 1 BHK in Andheri to Bandra. Not that we never complained, we might be champions at cribbing but decisions were not really compromises.

Suddenly you are 27, when it seems 21 was just yesterday. All those years when you have decided to build career brick by brick and save money for that Island or Euro trip. It feels like the missing piece in the Pie of life. All that you have lived but without sufficient memories. Lack of sustainable memories where you calculated only your take home and not the snapshots experience to write in life`s slam book.

This post is dedicated to those missing years where I grew up faster than I had wished. Learnt, battled and tried hard to find place for myself in the world and ground under my feet .When I was faster than my ability to make memories and life was not pardoning for the slow runners. But as they say… Many happy returns of the year to come.