When I was a kid, things were simpler.
I don't mean to trivialize my childhood. I don't intend to make that statement without weight/thought either.
At this point, good to establish that "kid" range = until I started working.
For others, the "kid" phase might end sooner or later. For me, that's that for a very unique set of reasons.
2nd PUC, Engineering wasn't trivial. Friendship issues and fights weren't an issue to be brushed aside. Stolen cycles were definitely a scare.
But the nature of these issues was simple, one dimensional; a single problem, to be solved with a single set of more or less clear solutions. But then, as is the goddamn rule, I had to grow up.
I often wonder, what it means, this process/act of growing up. There are obvious physiological changes. Yes, check. Then there's the cauliflower. That's a lot more ponderous, yet fascinating, cos they kinda sneak up on you.
Often, one can hear the phrase "maturity", "experience" etc being bandied about in the same context of "grown up" ppl. With age, the way you think about things change..the way you process and react and respond to things change..I don't know why/how this happens..You don't react/lash out at things, your approach has a lot more patience, calmness to it..you anticipate, imagine, assume, calculate and then say/do things..And you've to see, also, that with age, you get time...and with time, there's scope for shit to happen..and when shit happens, you, irrespective of whether you want to, like it, or not, learn. Yes, human beings learn and adapt. So bang! There're some cauliflower patterns changing already..
If you take simple, everyday instances and think about how a much younger you would've acted/reacted to one of those, you'll see a marked difference (probably). Yet, that's just the epithelial. Underneath, there's still hot, young, gushing, rushing, eager, stupid blood. Shows up once in a while. Whether u are 16, 26, 36, 46, 56 or 66, it will rear its head (Note: urge to use cliched 'ugly head' suppressed.) And that's who you are; who you truly are. Naked. Raw. Unprocessed. Pristine.
Sometimes I think I haven't grown up. I think my outermost layer is a stressed out, thinning interface, rather buggy, just holding the fort. Because, at times, there are issues/topics/problems in life to which I have no answer. This amazing process of growing up, which was supposed to change me, give me tools, equip me for life, has failed at some point, somewhere. I can try and think it, reason it, thrash it out like the supposed "adult" I am; or I can keep a pencil, a notebook and try to "work it out";
Murali 0 Life 1.
All in all it will be, just another brick in the.....
