April 18, 2011

Born at 22..

                                             1989 - India was at the cusp of a major economic and political transition. Bollywood had witnessed the debut of the first of a League of Khans who wouldd go on to displace the likes of Anil Kapoors and Jackie Shroffs at the top of the tree. A liitle boy of 16 from the bylanes of Mumbai who would later be addressed as God had been introduced to the world of cricket. There were no Set Max and Star Plus..no Dish TV and Tata Sky either..Doordarshan was the Big Daddy enthralling the viewers not with Munni and Sheela..but with Draupadi and Sita! 
                                             In the midst of all this, an event largely went unnoticed. Perhaps in a nation of 800 million people back then, it hardly mattered. But when I stepped out of my mother's womb, I was too tiny to realize what I had achieved. May be because I suffered from a rare case of 'Hypermodesty' (Rmbr the famous child birth complication wch made headlines back in 1989??Yeah! That was me!)... Now at 22, When i wind the clock back to that day,I feel so proud of myself. I was the gem that my parents had so eagerly waited for. Its such an overwhelming feeling that for once, Sachin Tendulkars and Aamir Khans could wait..and all that mattered was me! I was the boy of the moment! No matter what,My parents will always remember the year 1989 for the birth of their child! :) And this is a feeling that every parent in this world shares including yours. 
                                             The reason why I look back to that day is not because am a little short on self worth today.Neither is it because am fed up of my life. Its just that growing up was so much fun till now but from now on, it is gonna be such a pain. As my graduation days are coming to an end, alarming voices (or noise i daresay) approach my ears..i can hear the clamour of a hungry competitive world outside closing in on me.. like a monster. No more 'dates' only deadlines...no more buddies and barbies..only Bosses and Bacchas (i dare not say Biwis!)...Finally gonna lay my hands on the first button of my shirt..and yeah! derz gonna be a tie too! The very thought stuffs the oxygen out of me! Less of "dudes n gals"..more of "ladies and gentlemen!" Man! Sounds so damn boring...
                                             But the truth is unless u re a Benjamin Button or something, you are born young and die old. The gem of a baby that you were in the lively comforts of cradle will rot into a a shapeless flintstone within the lifeless confines of a coffin..or even worse, into ashes in an urn..It's a fact of life and is certainly not within our control. But what certainly is within our grasp is the ability to restrict this to the physical aspect alone..Let your body decay..let ur hair turn grey..let your teeth dissapear,let ur bones break..let ur backs bend..but never let ur 'mind' outgrow ur body..Retain the kid in you al your life...Live every moment of life as though it is a picnic! Take every step of your life as your first step and the result will be magical!
                                           Today as i write my first blog,i feel so excited,..d same excitement i felt when i stood first in my 1st standard,the same enthusiasm with which i cut my birthday cakes and the same energy with which i played with my childhood friends. Though am well out of my mom's womb and lying on a bed as big as 10 cradles put together , I still feel like a baby waiting to start a new phase of my life..I took birth 22 years ago. but i guess hereon,I ll feel better saying,"I was born at 22!" :)


3 comments:

  1. da.. its too good..:)..here on..I ll also feel better saying,"I WAS BORN AT 21"..:))

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  2. All the best.You can obviously use Brothers and Sisters. . .

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  3. nice renjith..finally you are a blogger..
    Would like to see a variety of posts from you...
    Especially the political ones...

    and yes this is was gr8..oosum punches....

    nice keep it up...

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