Thirty Four

The time when your eyes only directly look at the waistline of women first and then go upward to scan the face
The time when you think you are too good for the place where you work for, that you deserve much better and are very clear about this, only that the dozen odd places you have applied for don’t seem to think so
The time when you want to make-up to those whom you have been harsh on or ignored, basically ‘trying’ to undo what you have been until now, when it comes to social skills
The time when you have had the mother of all break-ups with this fascinating world of ‘books’ and are waiting for the rebound book to land into your hands
The time when you keep attributing to all your mood swings not to PMS, but to MLC – Mid Life Crisis
The time when you think all your friends who have two kids have entered auntydom, but you, you are not yet there, baby you’ll never get there, stay girl!Aunties are boring, and quite large in number, work on population control here
The time when you keep telling yourself that ‘f’ and ‘t’ of social networking are either for the teens and twenties, or for those who love their lappy and the net, while also wondering what’s stopping you from embracing these new technologies
When the true art of living is more art of juggling and art of living-off-the-edge of insanity and tugging hard to stay sane. Definitely an art.
The time when your idea of a party is not more than 4 people, talking about the places they yet want to see, the movies they just have to watch, the bosses they just want to strangle, and the jargons they just want to throw around, the new venture that they would just begin any time, just put it on hold cos of recession the big picture, and wallet, the small picture
The time when the heart beats too fast merely looking at the calendar and the pace with which it has moved, that too, without recording any moments of yours, and so, there goes those moments of glory that could have been, if only..
The time when friends decide to get in touch only to show you their Colgate family album and the suraksha chakkar they think they are living in


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The time when you realize that the best moments are the most insignificant ones spent sitting on a mat teaching your kids to paint, more fun with paint all over except the book
The time when you conclude a weekend is good if you just decide to chill out and achieve nothing, go with no real plan to get things done
The time when you are taken aback at how much more you learn about yourself through something your kids do, sometimes they shock you, sometimes they make you pat yourself on the back that you were not so bad after all
The time when it hits you that for all the independence you crave, you cannot define yourself without this guy and the kids in your life, well, make that almost
The time you know you’ll look back upon and perhaps call the best of times despite all it brings along with it – the formula is to ‘just be’ rather than ‘wanting to be’