Diary Piece

Sometimes life seems a little harsh to us when it treats us with some cruel realities, some unpredicted horrors some bitter truths. We curse it; we scream, want to change things but can’t help it. But why we never thank life for bringing sweet bounties in terms of friend’s hand, sister’s hug and family’s joy.

The rush hours of university life taking all day long classes, assignment, my hectic schedule makes me feel that I have grown up. My work my researches have become more prior to me than games, songs SRK who used to be the first crush of my life. Sometimes I feel am I the same person who used to get numb while listening “ ya Rabba le le koi jaan b ager… dilbar pe ho na dilbar pe ho koi asar” J and now feels even lame to turn on the music player.

This makes me feel that time has changed or probably I have grown up or grown BIG.

Ooh wait growing old means I should talk about HSY lawn prints now or Sana Safina’s,  should feel petty  in travelling in Santro or I should feel messy in sitting on the floor simply means I should become \\Materialistc// . But I do none of the above, does that mean I have not grown up?

The trauma is that I don’t know where I stand probably I am no more there where I was standing for ages stubborn, rigid, hard and since I have moved on I am not liking it and call it “Grown Up”. But life tells me in every walk that I have not changed; I am still the same, the one who used to cry most hysterically when Pakistan losses to India, Who gets irritated when hungry, whose breathing drops apart when sees some ones tears. It’s not like that you change if you stop doing some foolish acts; it’s just like that you have realized the harm in being stern.

 You never change its just the time that makes you to adjust with it to think Big to be right.