I DUN WANNA GROW UP!!!

I had just got back and as i went to keep my shoes on the shoe stand, something interesting caught my eye. I was like Mum look your Kolahpuris are fighting with your Stiletto's. It might be a status war and it seems like the KOLHAZ are winning. Mum just laughed and said, "Keep me updated on the fight. Hope they don't tear out each others eyes or else they are going to be of no use to me." My aunt who was a silent spectator to all the drama up to this point sarcastically said, "When will this girl grow up. Seems like a part of her childhood ignorance is still trapped in her soul. Its going to ruin her." Even though I'm quite sure she meant to insult me it almost felt like my ears were graced with one of the best compliments in a long time. I was quite fascinated to know that time hadn't been able to whither the "imaginative awe factor" that governed my childhood moments. Why are we all in a critical hurry to grow up? What is growing up all about? Does it mean shedding all the good aspects like awe, innocence, imagination, creativity, a "i don't care whether others are judging me attitude", the freedom to express our feelings, react to our surroundings etc. If we willingly let go of the best things in our life then what we call life is it really LIFE? I don't mind being labeled as childish, kiddish, etc if it means my creative soul is still alive and ticking. I proudly claim, "I Don't Want to Grow Up!!!" I just want to be "me" and live my life which is a partnership of dreams and reality. Would i ask for a better deal? No ways.

CAGED!!!

I was just chatting with my 10 year old nephew the other day. The topic being the usual......"parents." He kept telling me how he felt too controlled by his parents as if he was living in a cage at times. Even though the sane part of me wanted to explain to him to that it wasn't at all that way and that they loved him and all the other crap i just couldn't.........i tried but couldn't.
My mental ship had sailed through memory lane and docked at the point when i felt the same way.......... No wonder i was and still am considered the rebellious one...........after my best friend, my advisor, my support system....................IE my dad left me to go and live in god's house things haven't been the same.......that was about 7 years ago..........and till date i feel the same....caged......controlled............spyed on........lack of privacy.....
I still remember when a wave of innocent stupidity almost made me believe that if i broke the chains and ran away i would taste freedom.................the reins of my life will be in my own hands.......the plot was set in my imaginary world...........my knight in shinning armour would come and save me.............save me from my own family..........break the chains of bondage...........rescue me.......
The knight came.................but i wasn't ready to be rescued only to go from one jail to yet another..........Its then that i realised i needed to rescue myself.....Its better i start now and slowly tug on the knots strengthened by time.......
All hell breaks lose when you try to challenge the foundation of your existence and break the rules u followed religiously day in and day out......
I have lost a lot along the path i chose and yet have to brave many storms but all i know is that had i not..............i wouldn't be the person i am today............a strong opinionated girl who loves life and live by her own rules..........no more cages.............breathing freedom every second of her life.......Feels good to be free.