the diffrence between 2009 and 1999, when I was 20 years old is not that I was attending one rocking party after another and now I am not.
the difference is that i minded not attending a rocking party after the other because I believed that was how fun should be had. that was how other people are having fun! and now i know hopping from one party to another and then posting drunk pics on facebook/orkut or mailing them to everyone is kind of pathetic and boring…he he he he
being 30 is so liberating.
and i am still feeling sad, free, disappointed, feeling painfully wise and all of that after realising that 90% of the facebook pics are proving to be a facade…
there are no normal relationships out there, forget love-ful, fairytale ones…
wonder if Ghalib wrote this for the face book -post-your-huggy/kissy-pics-and-hope-world-is -fooled phenomena
“Hum ko maaloom hai Jannat ki haqeekat lekin, dil ke khush rakhne ko Ghalib yeh khayal accha hai”
awww, that shayr is so close to what I (and you!) are feeling right now.
I’m glad you find 30 liberating… its a gift to have a positive state of mind whenever you get it. 30, or 22
Bitter truth of life eh? The other day, I was telling a friend, ‘The biggest regret I have is that, I grew up’
Growing up has made me more confused, insecure, lonely and painfully aware of myself and my shortcomings..