A Transit visa i dont want.

Its sometimes hard to stop my mind wandering to distant places and thoughts long past.

Its hard not to notice how things have changed, how nothing is the way it used to be. Friends I have known since the day I donned diapers are busy changing diapers of their own offspring’s.

Others are busy filing for divorces while some are planning their weddings.

Most of have lost hair or are still in the process of losing what’s left.

It just aint the same, the concept of late night outs has taken a back seat, no longer do we wait for that midnight snack at a distant railway station. Or a weekend trip to wee hill station.

Booze and dope just aint the way of life anymore, gone are the earrings, the rebel within seems to have been tamed for good.
It’s a part of life or so I am made to believe. But is this what I want.

This is all strange to me, long ago I had promised my self I would never give in to the stereotype way of life, but who was I kidding? I am already in it.

The Buddha lounge seems like a distant past. Mates sitting around a lava lamp getting stoned immaculate is just a memory now

There are no more football trials, hours spent on a field trying to play ball are just reduced to nostalgic moments.

Such is life, you grow up, you get a job, you grow fat, lose hair, own a house, spend all your time trying to fix that house and make a buck ( pappi pet ka sawal hai).

It’s a transition but I aint sure I am ready for it.

I miss the freedom, the rebel without a cause. I do miss the life it once used to be.