Saturday, October 5, 2013

Finally coming of age....

I really don't know why I am writing this post so late. The idea was already there but that final push came in the morning when I brewed my first cup.
Last month I went to Bangalore to meet two of my favorite people and my favorite couple from Infosys.
Since I was already in Poona so I decided to make use of my long weekend.

I was meeting them after a gap of almost 4 years. A lot has happened in the meanwhile. Back then we were a crazy lot ( read young). I still have fond memories of hitting Firangi Paani like we owned the place, drinking chai in the terrace at 4:00 am after drinking rum all night long, of making fun of the guy for drinking black coffee (double standards?), of sharing those odd cakes or savories whatever our mothers sent us with each other, of him chasing tigers throughout the country, of following EPL with full zeal and zest, of chatting with the girl over drinks about the serious stuff.  I also remember the time when I called them over for wine and dinner ( fine dining, mind you). I had cooked Penne Alla Vodka, Banana Bread and it all felt so grown up in that moment.

Coming back to my trip, they came to pick me up at the airport at 1:00 am. Within five minutes of meeting I thought it was the best decision ever. The distances are a little too much in Bangalore. We filled in each other with the stories and bridged the gaps. The moment I entered in their house there was something warm about it. Just like the old times, we opened the bottle at 2:00 am for a good night's sleep. After talking some more we all called it a day!

The next morning when I woke up and looked around. It all felt so grown up. It was time when I realized that we all had grown up finally. I don't know what it was. I can't pinpoint a particular thing. Maybe the guy watering the plants, the girl boiling the milk, We reading the newspapers in the balcony while enjoying the drizzle, We all drinking tea together, we sitting down together for breakfast, we all watching the Nat Geo Channel and maybe the countless other things that I do on a daily basis and they do the same. Doing these things together just felt grown up. I felt happy and relieved. The feeling that they have grown up too just made me happy.

Every night that we partied I saw the glimpse of our Hyderabad days and I just smiled. It just felt different and good. Growing up is a beautiful mess. It has its own challenges but it is also the time when we come out of the shadows and become our very own person.

In the past I have cribbed about growing up but my views are slowly changing. I have finally become comfortable in my own skin.

And just when I thought I had grown up..I found myself trying to outsmart an eight year old in the lift yesterday!!

1 comment:

  1. Wow, wise words "Growing up is a beautiful mess"