January 02, 2013 | By: Vidyanath Aarvi


23 years of existence. Correction. 23 years, 6 months, 3 weeks counting.
It's all a big blur.
I mean 20 years back, I was perfectly happy trying to figure out the simple pleasures of life, like gurgling, sleeping all day, and pissing anywhere I wanted to.
Ah, that was the life, yes?
But now, I'm suddenly 5 ft 11 or something and have responsibilities and other worldly burdens of that sort.
I had to study *groan*, get good grades *groaner* and make mom and dad proud *groanest*.
Not that I can't do any of those things, but you get my drift.
Sometimes I wonder.
How it would be to break free and live in a world where there are no ties, no boundaries, no responsibilities, no obligations.
How it would be to go where I wanted to, when i wanted and in whichever way I wanted to.
No rules, No limits, No mom and dad behind my back.
And then, I remember, why I'm doing all this in the first place.
Its because mom n dad does something that made me feel so fuzzy inside.
They paid my bills.