Quarter life Crisis – Yes at 25!

Happy Birthday Neha! ‘Thank you’ is all I could afford when I heard someone reminded me of age saying – ‘You’ve turned 25!’ (Ohh! Magical & mysterious figure 20+5)  :-/

Confided to the fact it was my b’day, a mere intellectual part of me was longing for a big bash with closed buddies. A big filthy 2 pound cake with candles lit on the top and the moment I blew them off, to my surprise it was the room filled with light and people cheering for long lived me (sometimes crazy is the word when asked to describe the people who love me :*). Everyone partying and sloshed in the fact of me getting older with my mom serving delicious food that she has specially cooked for this day.

Turning pages of life and realizing fact of turning 20+5/growing older is inevitable and all I was left with a stinker of growing old (from everyone I happen to know on this planet  :-| ).
I have realized now that 20+5 is the figure where –

I live in my own messy room and dream of owning a bungalow someday   :P

I am learning cooking and kids 1/4th or half of my age are winning crown of ‘Junior Masterchef’ :O

I am still calculating finance to buy I-Pod and infants are playing subway surfer on I-pads (Filthy rich parents they are blessed with :P :P  )

I have incessant list of desires but have ‘just’ pocket full of (few) 100s to fulfill them  

I daily sleep with a promise to myself for keeping myself healthy and fit, morning walk and next day end up getting late for the office

I see my own college juniors are at better position and getting high pay checks than I was offered in the campus placement

My own junior colleagues taking over the work from me and making me feel that ‘I’ll be there soon!’ (old age is what I assume they refer here)

My LinkedIn profile is screwed up with no worthy recommendations or certificates to survive the tantrum of Corporates

My FB profile is full of people posting their relationship status, updating life events, sharing their marriage/HM pics n blah blah.

My flings are irritating me when I’m already shuddered by Earning vs Expense ratio

My own friends are busy finding match for them and sharing their candid conversations of first meet with to be or not to be in every group meet/chat

My own parents are always engrossed in discussions of my alliance with prospect bridegroom.

My own relatives tease me with blessings of getting double soon.

Realizing and opening eyes wide open to conquer that 20+5 is the age which dwindles between the life of confusion & possibilities; ecstasy has its own gloomy picture, dreams have their own wonderland and reality has its own dirty picture L L .

Apparently age and alcohol are same side of coin; the less we have, more we realized its importance. Perhaps true, it’s the age where sense of maturity is drooling over the child in me. Daily with passing time nothing changes but when I look back can see handful of hits n bucketful of misses.

Alas birthday blues is all I am left with whenever I hear someone saying infact whispering 25 or a Quarter  :( :( :(