I am quite sick of loose threads, unfinished things, plans not executed and living like everyone else..
I know, I know, I wanted this calm stable state of mind. But this sucks bigggg time!! Getting to the end point,, being particular, well… Somehow that is better! And not this relaxxxxed chill pill..
I guess when you grow older, you tend to be more and more tolerant.. And that dangerous phenomenon of tolerance is happening to me now. Why dangerous? It renders me static. It makes me content.. noooooo.. I better go further!
A friend quipped on his 24th bday when asked if he felt old? Nah.. I will probably feel so when I am 25 
I think I am pretty much like in University even now..
And someone else said.. My god.. it hits you when your parents start looking for a girl for you !The obvious attempt at stability that it is, it works like a chaaaarrrmmm for our dear Chennai bred conservationists who are exposed to too much modernity suddenly and become utterly butterly confused.
I think Ill feel old when I run out of possibilities. As long as I see a way to change my life, big or small way, I would feel young..
Ahhh.. it feels great to write.. and to post!
