Growing Up! Never a good idea!

It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you not really noticing, someday is Today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life

What does Growing up mean?

* Having time by yourself and enjoying your own company
* Sleeping on the couch isn’t as comfortable as it seems, however soft the
cushions may be.
* Your friends are actually getting married rather than dating ..and making
more people.
* Elevators replace the staircase, it just seems the better option
* You realize that nobody likes you and you don’t have friends – especially at
work.
* Hair grows on us, sometimes more than what we’d actually like ..in the wrong places of course. Where its supposed to grow (on the head) it doesn’t. Damn!

Growing up is never a good idea is it!

It’s at times like these.. words are our only solace

..I would like to go for that option.

Below  was my status yesterday night on Facebook.. so as you see, I am really worried that I am growing up too fast.. someone STOP ME! 

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Over the years…

Got hold of a handful of photographs…tried sequencing them in chronological order..and I came up with this..starting way back from 1984

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The Year: 1983, 1 year old. The Era of black & white photos and colorful lives 🙂 I can’t imagine dad looked like that 🙂 and my sister’s big black eyes 😀 Mom looks the same even now with addition to glasses and maybe a few white hairs here and there which she dyes almost instantly 🙂

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The Year: 1988, 6 years old..birthday pic 🙂 growing into a young handsome prince 🙂 ..those were the days I was learning to smile 🙂

 

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7 years down the line. The Year 1995. Studio pic…the smile lost somewhere 🙁 The highlight was I begun wearing suits and I loved my RED shirt 😀

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The Year 2000 – Mumbai, outside some church. Lame attempt to smile..I know! Don’t know what I was thinking there!! Red tie there… 🙂

And now 2015-16

 Would you believe I am the same person? I can barely imagine this is the same ME!!

From the days of innocence to… well… a person battered down by life’s expectations.