What now?

Hello fellow mortals. And continues my subtle pooping of brain dookie out on the internet.

I was recently pushed an year closer to the ineluctable death that I may perceive in the years to come[in lay-man terms, I celebrated my 21st birthday]. No, I did not celebrate my 21st birthday playing Blackjack hoping to get lucky 21 in the famous card game, no. I had a bigger concern on my mind.

Ever since I had stopped pooping in my pants; somehow everyone expected me to act as a grown up. And the anticipation of those elder than me reached to paramount levels the day I turned 18. Now, legally I had to act an a adult! And on the threshold of two decades and an year on top on God's Green Earth, now these expectations had reached heights of insanity!

Now, is it mandatory for a happy-to-go-lucky guy; whose only ambition in life is to crack the wiliest and worst of jokes, which actually a person with a good sense of humour might actually appreciate; to behave as a grown up? Isn't it like asking too much! It's almost like asking a girl to live the rest of her life buying the same set of shoes each year!

Not that I act like a over-grown hairy fat child wherever I go; of course it is who I am; but, why let your inner child ever die is the concern.

I once read this splendid one liner of the internet "You never grow up. You just learn to behave in public"

Now I have no idea how many of you out there find this impeccably quoted, but it is just so true! In this world ruled by rules and orders of the nepotist and aristocratic minority of the society, maybe listening and acting as your inner child wishes is just a small rebellion, well fought. And if you stop caring about what everyone thinks of you acting in such infantile manners, it was a rebellion well won!

Life is just an enigma. It's all about crusades you leap through this conundrum to the finale and everything in between that counts!

Viva La Vida!