Here to stay

Well ... this inactivity in my blog nearly convinced me that it is one of those times that people discontinue to write their blogs due to lack of time.. or any unintentional circumstances that crop up.. or may be they are just over the fact that they need to even maintain anything like this to record the happenings of their lives. But I'm going nowhere ... 

   

Its MY Day ... however narcissistic I sound.

    You're right ...My blog is not gonna write itself so here I am ..taking time out of my so called busy but happening life to write about an event which supposedly made me a lil wiser. I turned 23 a week ago.. how should I put it .. a year away from being excused of my juvenile behaviour ..or a year closer to be all calm and composed.. talk only when required yada yada yada. I  detest it. I swear both my maushi's called on my birthday and the first thing they asked was ...how old are you ... we have to start looking for you now. Dude .. I am only 23  .. I mean I remember being 16 and looking up to the 20 something year olds and thinking .. man when will get there. Here I am now .. alive and kicking but not too happy about the number 23. I feel like my body is getting old and my mind is still not ready to accept that I can actually get married and have kids by now. God .. goose pimples goose pimples .... stopping right now. 

    Besides the state of my marriageability .. I also had a lotta fun that day. My birthday doesn't start at 12.00 midnight ..for me it starts at 8 p.m. the previous day when I am all excited about the big day .. and as tradition I clean my hall and my room coz it still reminds me of the time when I was warned about 20 friends coming home to wish me and my room being a total mess. The dress ..accessories .. plans .its all done in advance.. as time approaches midnight ..my hearts starts beating faster ..as though the love of my life is gonna come knocking at my door or instead a puppy is gonna be waiting at my door step with a little bow tied to its head .. all in all I'm just too excited. Things just need to be perfect.

    Though I am not a very gift person (huh liar..) but I totally enjoy the surprise ones. Either they get me what I asked for .which saves me the trouble of spending on something I really need.. or its a good surprise gift. One thing about me is I would love if someone wrote me a poem .. or made a card .. you know like dedicate hours just to make me something special. It doesn't take pricy gifts to make me happy .. but I am not denying the fact that I still would gladly accept bling blings..

    So .. it was night and calls calls calls .. from people who wouldn't even stay awake for their own birthday .. from people who matched American timings just to call me .. and from people who I thought went underground and dug their way up just to say they care.. You have no clue how much pressure that puts on me . to remember their birthdays. I hate it when I don't make efforts to be in touch with people and I hate it more when I aint doing anything about it either. 

    The day was spent exactly how I wanted it to be. I wore my dress .. showed it off and got all the attention I needed ..not too much .not too less. Hell the party went on for days .. went pubbing.. driving .. and feels like my life is just picking up. God knows how many times I'll use that phrase.. coz every time I feel I'm enjoying too much .. I tell my self to shut up and sit at home.

    But still ... Happy Birthday to me.. a year older but not hitting maturity. Lets just say ... I'm not quite there yet.