About half a decade later ...

After a long hiatus here I am again keeping the blog alive, before going on another one. This time trying to bring in a touch or maturity and sensibility to the post (ofcourse plus 4 years to my age!), so that the next time I re-visit my blog post, after several years, my eyes won't bleed.

Truth be told I never shared, re-visited my first blog post because I always have enough on my plate, to cringe about. But mustering up all the courage I had, I read it, just once. The post (trying not to use expletives here) is full of obvious grammatical mistakes and what not. This is one of those times when you feel ashamed of pointing and judging public writing of others. Guilty, yes I am. 

So just a quick hi and a redemption post. Mind you no smileys (all grown up!)(trying hard!)

I am 26 now. Late 20's and that surely is freaking the hell out of me. I am in a phase where I have started to get women who hide their age and the reason they do so. I do not hide my age, but when asked, I just casually smile and say early twenties. Guilty, again! There is something about the numbers high up from here that just makes you go "OMFG!" in least expected situations like when you get up early on a weekend morning, to a lovely sight of nature, feeling fresh and energized, thinking of everything in the world you could do that day, and decide to make an occasional breakfast, dancing to the beats of "Me too" and suddenly realize that you are old! Much older than how much Meghan Trainor is. That surely is a mood killer. From here the music doesn't play all that loud just the business gets done.

 I already have started looking at youngsters in age range of 19-23 thinking of all the time and energy and resources they have, to do and experience all the things in the world. I try hard not to think of the time when I was in that age range. I was just okay and laid back, could have been so better. But if I had a chance to visit and advise my younger self I would have tonnes of things to say, not to make some mistakes, make some mistakes. Without brooding much there I just try to look from my 30 40 year old self's perspective, well 30 is just around the corner (ouch!). Hoping to get things right so from my 40 year old self I wouldn't have much to advise to my 2016 self.

So this is just a catching up post. Didn't plan to rant about ageing but after doing the math over the time since the last post, this was the only thing that popped into my head. Good thing is, things have not changed with me ageing 4 years. I might have a grown a bit wiser may be a bit wilder (*wink wink*) but that's just about it. 

I wouldn't get to realize my age so frequently had people of my age weren't getting married so frequently. Every friend's wedding is like a ticking clock reminding of your age. May be it's time, you need to have a plan. May be it's okay to not have a plan.

Millions of thoughts in my head take flight at the sight of being cited. 

So thinking better of it, I decided to pen down (figuratively) a blog today as soon as I reach my crib,

lest they take flight again. It hit me while in the bus on way back, that i snapped the novel shut and started musing on what all i can write, so much so that it took conductors grunt to realize that i was looking and smiling at the man sitting opposite to me :-/ who looked remotely pleased : so may be it could be on happenings or misshapennings in the new life. Here, not much to say, just random musings of an idle mind. (doesn't it qualify to be a good title for a blog ..i or have i heard of it already :P, well then be it for wordpress blog ;)). 

I just happened to tell my friend yesterday, how to vent out anger, frustration , irritation n more like synonyms.. best way is to write. Writing is so peaceful , i personally feel, untangles the complex feeling you might have inside you and gets you sorted. So here I am blogging! I decided i won't waste much time this time picking up themes and customizing (which girls typically do...its so great to be a girl , you know about a dozen colours more than boys do :P ), but writing. Its good to be a recluse sometimes... but being in an entirely new city trust me its more often. Not a choice. More to it is coz my roomies are out, happy coz it was rajma today :).  ( Although i am not gonna get my vulnerable being out here).  

So with the title, Perpetual - never changing. We don't actually change, do we? We just get picking things from here and there or keep getting like..... more awesome? Or may be we do. We realize with time somethings aren't as bad as they looked like when we were young, ( no implication towards drinking or smoking :P). It's okay to be a freak or a bitch sometimes depending upon the situation. Nyways that was just about it, I am not going to get all philosophical here.

This first post was more for getting published, and more so required seeing to that that on holidays i virtually sometimes run out of people to call, (thanks to a couple of nuts ) and so go blogging!! :P.. Wow! I got so much in my head that it can mess with someones head trying to make sense out of this. So sparing. Keep yourselves tuned in... Lots more coming up! :D