The inspiration behind this short note is a musing which has occupied a fair amount of shelf-space in my clutter congested mind, no big idea this, just a gentle breeze of thought in the middle of a frenzied phase in life - A phase wherein days are busier than the doors of stores on mega-sales. A phase wherein the only memory of the day just passed is a fuzzy flash of events and activities of no clear implication.
Ever since I was juvenile I expected 25 to be an eventful age, and therefore anticipated reaching this milestone with an eccentric eagerness. Twenty five, I felt was the phase when one would expect himself to be established in life, treading on a clear path with the rest of life all figured and charted out. I must admit my fallacy – now that I’ve reached this milestone – It turns out that 25 is nothing but a pampered, over-acclaimed digit owing to its fancy appellations like “Silver Jubilee” “Quarter of a Century” and the likes.
Perhaps twenty five is simply an age, and not a milestone because its when you realize that henceforth life is pretty much the same – and all your fantasized perceptions of life were just an illusion – It’s time to get practical and pack your fantasies back into the closet. It’s certainly no surprise then that 25 just seem to be passing leaving no distinct memory or mark.
Twenty five, when the reminiscences of the college days are still afresh – where one could afford the luxury of being our individualistic self and not behave like factory line manufactured corporate drones. Twenty five, when extra large tubs of popcorn and fantasies on reel become the weapons to combat the mundanity of real life. Perhaps this is how I’ll remember my twenty five.
4 comments:
Your 20's is one of your busiest. Money is at the cost of leisure, your job at the cost of your dreams and you are stressed beyond belief.
But this is also the phase when you can enjoy your new found freedom - so go make the most of it.
Like I mentioned the other day..too many words for the same thought and now that I've read it again sounds like a well rehearsed account of your 25th year (first drafts and the works). But your harshest critic or not, I like to read whatever you write, rehearsed or just impromptu.
:) Practical and accurate view of "25". I was so busy on my 25th birthday, working day and night that I forgot how exciting 25 should have been... But after 4 years, trust me it is more exciting. After 25, we normally slow down and explore new avenues.
Entering into twenties is much more fun then leaving it. While entering we just imagine that its time we will b paid for being a nice boy/girl, for all the hard work we had put in, we will have all that we wished for in our teens. But i guess its the middle that is 25 when we realize it was much difficult then we had thought and sometime we wish we tooo were born with a silver spoon in our mouth.............
And I wish in later stages of life , i guess, we might be proud to realize that we were destined to be something much more.......
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