6 years ago when I turned a teenager officially, I thought I would stay up all night, listen to music, write poetry and do all that I want to and go to sleep only after greeting the dawn.
Rules, however say otherwise. Well, today on my birthday, when I began writing this I’m outta this teen thing….
When I sit down and read all that I’d written during these years, it is consistent of my wish lists and stuffs like that. But whenever something big happened the entries used to be naturally longer and more detailed. Those stupid resolutions I took (which I never seemed to follow).
In school, I was apt to be any teacher’s pet though I dint like lot of my teachers….I was very wary about critics.
Often the mundane chores, disliked by the whole class used to be my favorite. I was very little dependable with a serious but friendly disposition. Though, I used to become cranky if teased by classmates. I used to get along with only kids my type, Extrovert and Outgoing….
Used to work so hard for my debates and elocutions or other house competitions for the CCA period, don’t remember having slogged that much in my entire engineering career as well.
I even remember I refused to be the part of a drama group because I was not offered the main role...Lol….
As the class monitor, I was ethical and alert. But there were occasions my teacher’s got a red face when I used to point out their mistakes in no uncertain terms. As a school kid, I always wanted to know the Y’s and the facts. To know less than the others used to turn me an irritable Introvert teen...
Even at home I complained if my belongings were moved or my privacy invaded (by my bro which he does even now, but I guess that’s how he shows how much he loves me).
All these years, I can recall people have only repented for having asked me an honest and frank opinion. Otherwise I was always refreshingly polite.
Although, I was far from being a model of perfection, Mom always loved me and bared my tantrums of not wearing a skirt if I could see a small wrinkle and lots of them on similar lines….
3 years of my teen with my brother have been 3 wondrous years of my life. Though I dint quite like the dude, as he was more intelligent, sensible, responsible, humble and modest and understanding….
At least dad-mom thought so…. The memories of the times we fought over the pettiest of issues like who will enter the house first make me ROLL ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING….
He was physically strong so I tried defeating him mentally… now , I don’t wanna get into the details, cause that would only defame me….lol….
I remember being fascinated by one of these ant villages. Watching the tiny ants industriously going about their business at close spaces would really intrigue my curious little mind...
I wanted everyone to listen to what I said. I thought I was wiser to my age. I always wanted lots of boosting for my imagination to grow. Memories of magical day dreams have kept me from being lonely all these years. Unlike other teens, I was not very fond of fairy stories and make believe. I have been quite a realist since then…. I’ve never been garrulous and stood out as a loner.
Today on my 19th birthday (rather 20th), I’m still happy being a loner. Happy for all that I’ve done and I’m doing...
I’m no more a teenager. I’m an adult, something, someone; I always wanted to be….
But today when I sit back and think, is this, what I craved for all these years?
I don’t find anything different....
All my friends still treat me like a kid…but I guess, life’s this way…teaches you as you take it….
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!
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