21 years young........

Iam 21 years old.....
This statement just doesnt sound right....i maen its true iam 21...but not really 21 years old.The word old has a very differnt meaning from my viewpoint...old i guess should be in terms of maturity and wisdom. Age has just nothing to do with it.
Iam staying away from home and anyone at my age wudnt really have a problem with it. But for me not seeing my parents everyday,not geeting the warmth and comfort of home is very demoralising.
Everytime i have a little problem i want to run to my father, give him a tight hug and feel reassured that it will be taken care of.But all this doesnt seem to happen here....i have to fend for my self....solve my problems....find solutions...modify them if they are not right...
I may have celebrated 21 bdays but i have still not learnt how to hide my sadness n keep a straight face....i cant even give a fake smile to let the world know that iam fine....i still have to learn to hide my emotions when i dont want anyone to know what's going on in my head....
Maybe iam learning all dis, maybe iam not
Deres a slight chance that all this is probably good for me....or maybe iam presuming too much.
Even though its an arduous deal to save myself from becoming a laughing stock....deres content within that i can face myself in the glass...
Maybe i will grow up soon to be called 21 years old...maybe iam happy being 21 years young
MAYBE

MISSING MIRANDA

Three months out of college and it seems like eternity...no exxageration here...i really mean it.
No matter how much i may try and shrug it off its true dat..Miranda was really instrumental in shaping my life in a big way. Be it the Spic mACAY sessions or other fun events that used to take place, they all impacted my life in a special way...

But something that will really remain in the archives of my memory is the wonderful time spent....doing practically nothing....just sipping coffee under the Nescafe umbrella....dicussing...future plans, CAT questions, non existant cute guys in the next college, etc etc
I still cant forget how we'd go to D- school for having dosas in the break which was just 15 mins and would never take a rickshaw to save money....
How we all shared a packet of chips because all were broke on the last day of the month
The best were the metro rides from college to rajiv chowk....which were a source of entertainment for all the passengers...and a cause of embarrasment for us later.
From shahrukh kahn to laxmi mittal...every one was discussed in those 15 minutes...with expert opinions coming from all sides..

I have to mention our last bench sessions...where we used to sit on the pretext of studying for CAT and did everything besides that.It was a beautiful joint venture where everything was shared including answer sheets .....

All in all a wonderful experience which has become a beautiful memory today
I must say that its only at Miranda that i learnt that girls can be each others best friends and confidants
Lsatly, i can proudly declare thati joined Miranda as little girl and transformed into a woman sublime.......
CHEERS!!!!!!!