Malvika’s Ramblings

I turned 22 on 22nd October 2007.
Now I feel old. When I was 21, I still felt 14, but at 22 you gotta take stock.

So it feels like going from 14 to 22. Suddenly.

The new singers on TV are definitely younger to me. People who are singing about sensitivity in bed (J.Holiday) and about being No Good (Amy Winehouse) are just 1 or 2 years older than me. And they have been through rehab or denied it. Lindsay Lohan, born in 1986 is a year younger.
Fergie is 32 years old, born in 1975. But does she look like that ?

I have witnessed Britney Spears enter the music scene, mess it up for herself, get married, have kids, fight custody battles and make a comeback. Either I have been around for a long time or she is crossing milestomes really fast. Or maybe both.
New slang like Shawty is not something I see myself inserting in my sentences and sprinkling around. It sounds juvenile. And when that happens you are OLLDD.

I have been interested in acquiring financial education of late. Another sign ?

And I no longer want to be an astronaut.

But clubbing is kickass. Better than before. I guess thats a thing for people in their twenties really. So, I am my age.

I could be doing anything now and not even breaking rules. How pointless. The funny part is that my Mom still treats me like I am supposed to return home before night and kiss guys on the cheek.

So what have I achieved ? The building up, preparing for a career is over. It has to be now. I must be in a career in the next year or so. It was so long ago when I was competing with young boys with fresh moustaches in engineering exams. The concept of Older men is vanishing.

Worst of all, my younger sister’s friend is getting married. When the world starts getting married and you can see yourself pinching thier children’s cheeks a few years down, its very reality-acquainting.

Sites like Shaadi.com and BharatMatrimony somehow track you down and suddenly my inbox gets spam offering me both homely brides and NRI guys.

And nothing has come full circle. I do not look back at my childhood and laugh at how naive I was. I still hate my school Principal and think that she was a pompous bitch. Maybe not mean, but certainly someone who did not know better.

I still want to go on family holidays and be the kid who curls up on the cane chair to read a book on the porch, not required to be part of the grown-ups’ conversation. I want to go to aunty-uncle parties and watch TV and only emerge at food time.

Adolescence is supposed to be a tough time. Was it tough for me ? I dont know. Seems to have been smooth sailing. It evaporated while playing badminton. Yeah, but now that I look back, the internet chatting and crushes and school dances and physics chapters were a long time ago.

So here I am now. Thud! Suddenly 22. I hate this.

Rihanna, born in 1988, is 18 years old. Dont wait to grow up. Do what you have to do RIGHT NOW ! -Advice from an elder.

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