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Vulnerable? Not Really!

Author : Shaleen Blog :The Catfish Effect Date: 5/30/2012 7:43:00 PM

Youthful exuberance, absurd hormones, vacillating feelings, churlish desires, unreasonable longings, adrenaline tides, whimsical aspirations, unfailing expectations. Yes, i stand at the very familiar post where a 20 something boy would and have an overhaul of perspectives which he'd developed riding into the bloom of youth. The bloom now somehow disappears as the same perspectives become more perceptive. Life becomes more sedate, intuitions turn more acute. Teenage hysterics of leaping and reaching for the stars gets some practicality and you begin with reading up on NASA. No more are you a spring chicken waiting for chicken feed. You find yourself more sociable, anticipating as many if not more returns from people you start investing your time in. You are continually being divided and dichotomized into roles and personalities.

The entity called 'friends' seems a highly alluring bet, the share value of which apparently has extremely rich dividends. You set out on an unfaltering mission to amass as many shares as possible. An investor yourself, people invest in you as well which however may or may not be proportional to yours. And reaping the tangible profits of this phenomena are mavericks like Mr. Zuckerberg and his pricey baby 'facebook' among many others. University life gives you time enough to cogitate on the wondrous and other trifling, peanut aspects of this revered life and its associated grandeur. You make yourself out to be ultramodern and this raw, new found freedom sees the construction of a make belief world. The belief that what you need is what you want is what you'll get. A flawless, blemish free life awaits you where you'd experience profound riches and success and unrequited love. The evocative depictions keep flowing until you are dawned upon by the simple fact that at any given point in time, your life leaves a lot to be desired. Perfection and preen are not for the mortals.

As they say, life is not all beer and skittles. I keep learning this time and again. Like a reinforcement of troops, these washed-out sensations are always propitious for your being. I look at them as divine preventions being better than temporal cures. Yet, these privations and hard knocks don't imply that you sit and cry in your beer. Instead beer up and as fastrack proclaims, 'move on'. I was frail at mind and to a minor extent at heart. But not vulnerable. To think your vulnerability has been punctured would be your senility. Just as brevity is the soul of the wit, endurance is the trait of the fit. Fit at mind that is. Self pity is closest one can come to regression of the mind. Because the mind is conditioned to be tenacious, resolute, a moralizer to the soul.

This brings me to the conclusion that this sedate time of my life (read 20-26 and thereabouts) will be even more thrilling than the exciting early teens. I can afford to fault to a fault. Who questions me? None! I'm answerable to my best self. No piece meal work, cut and slash, mix and match, hop and skip, without a care in the world. Yeah right, i did end up investing big time in the wrong share, but that doesn't leave me broke my any means. On a particular tipsy night at the boys HOR back at college, i happened to say, "I come like a whiff of air and leave like a tornado". Sounds highly amusing still, not out of context though. And as I've scribbled in my rat hole of a hostel room, 'We've got miles to go and promises to keep'. Nah, its not Frost! I stand my ground and change for the better. You changed for the worse. Pity, tch tch...And the juvenile harangue ends. Later!

PS: Keep it Pvt. Ltd. Public is too ungrateful these days.
PPS: Bombay Rains are any-day better than Bombay Girls! :D