TUGHSE NARAAZ NAHIN ZINDAGI HAIRAN HOON MAIN...

Am not 100 years old, but sometimes I feel so tired. And I think of the time when I was young. A kid. A baby.
I always wanted to grow up, and grow up fast. I would look up to all the older didis and bhaiyas, and wonder how cool life would be for them. They could do so many things I cant do. And I always dreamed on endlessly of what I would do when I grow up to be like them. And everybody told me not to worry. “U ll grow up too” they would say, and then u can have as fun as u want to. They told me of all the good things about growing up, but only the good things.
Nobody told me that tears are a part of growing up. That pain is inevitable. That only a kid has the liberty to dream. But guess what I found it all out myself.

But u know what the catch, I have survived. I live and I live each day. I still dream, and I still smile. They call me impractical sometimes, philosophical othertimes and plain stupid rest of the time. But I still exist. The child in me is still alive and kicking.
Yes it’s a tough job. I remember a friend of mine was once asked in an interview what is the most challenging job he has ever had. And he said he has survived so many years of his life and has lived through each day. That is the most challenging job he has ever had. Oh yes, he made it through the interview!
Just a couple of days back I came across a blog, which questioned why do so many ppl pour out there woes on the blogs. And I wanted to say that they find a hundred ppl in the real world to share their joys, but to pour out their sorrows they have to turn to the virtual world. (I didn’t comment, and now I don’t even remember the url)

I guess I have umpteen number of futile questions. And I am seeking answers to them. But my purpose of writing it here is not that I expect someone to answer them for me. I know, I learnt it long back, that I have to find all the answers myself.