Today morning had chat with my college friend....my mind travelled back to those golden days....remembered,laughed on stories and life when I was 20 years old....so decided to write letter to myself so as to cherish my life when I was 20 as blogging activity.
Dear self at sweet 20,
You are going to hate me for this. I have put on 30 to 40 pounds since I was you... Well, it wasn’t all those lovely samosas I gorged on in college, nor the yummy masala pav,pav bhaji and dabeli along with goli vada pav near station..I met this really cute guy three years back who took me to all those lovely cafes. I had nice chubby cheeks when I got married.very happy and contented to marry with nikhil....relaxed and thought all my dreams have come true! If that wasn’t enough, I befriended all the foodies in the world. And now my post pregnancy weight refuses to vanish....and hail lot of problems now Iam suffering badly being overweight since 16th-oct-2012 and doctor has strictly adviced me to reduce my weight.
However, you will be proud to hear my accomplishments.I selected a good career for myself and worked at Infosys for almost 3 years. I earned a decent income. That must be a relief to hear. I mean, when I was you, I would ask for pocket money every single day to my most lovable dad.I was quite shameless.
I got married in 2009 and was blessed with a prince in 2010. We named him arnav. He is a cute monster. I and my husband often worry how he will turn out when he’s a teenager. If he becomes anything like me, I am in for trouble.he he he just joking! Iam not that bad!
Thanks to Arnu and my marriage, I am more attached to my mother. I still dote on my father, but it’s mom’s voice I want to hear first on the phone, it’s mom to whom I want to tell all my complaints of my son. And I know she understands just as I understand her much better. A rebellious 20-year old always got angry when mom told her to do something; but the mom in me now empathizes with my mother.
I clearly remember that age 20 was dangerous apart from being sweet...I used to worry with hail lot of problems...about exams.about whom I will be getting as life partner and about future...still would be full of fun and Joy...
Do you remember how I never, ever set foot in my mom’s kitchen? I was determined that I would earn well enough to hire a cooking maid. God, I still shiver remembering my mom’s fits when she would proclaim that I would never find a good groom or kill my family due to hunger. Well, I was headed along that path but something changed in me. I guess I wanted to cook for the man I love. But you would be shocked to hear that I started a food blog sometime back. Though it has attained bit of dormancy now, it still has a good number of visitors and recently Iam planning to start it once again and participate in blog events with onset of this auspicious occassion of deepavali.
I am now in the US with my family. I have a set routine and responsibilities. My problems are very much different from the ones I had when I was you. Back then I would worry about completing assignments at the nth hour, KT’s, getting caught by putting someone’s proxy, convincing parents for staying out late at night. Now, my problems include what to cook for dinner, planning my baby's food and related habits, nagging my husband to complete his chores. You would think that my life is quite boring. But I like it the way it is. I am happy and content.
When I was you, I wanted life to continue the way it was for the rest of my life. I didn’t have a care or worry in the world. Life, as I knew it, meant college, friends, bunking lectures, using four letter words, throwing rockets on professors, watching movies in really cheap theatres, teasing each other silly with some cute guy, calling friends the minute after reaching home to “discuss something important we learnt that day”, going to vidyavihar station for xeroxing entire books a month before the exams, studying till late hours preparing for exams, wearing the same dress for all papers because it proved lucky, and then biting our nails while waiting for the results,worshiping god during exam day and hail lot of things.
If I could turn back time, I would love to relive just another day, any day from my 20 year life. I would love to wake up one day and discover that I am 20 and be able to do all the things I did in college.
So adios, my friend. It was good being you. I don’t have a single regret.
Luv,
The spirit of you, but a teeny bit mature
Dear self at sweet 20,
You are going to hate me for this. I have put on 30 to 40 pounds since I was you... Well, it wasn’t all those lovely samosas I gorged on in college, nor the yummy masala pav,pav bhaji and dabeli along with goli vada pav near station..I met this really cute guy three years back who took me to all those lovely cafes. I had nice chubby cheeks when I got married.very happy and contented to marry with nikhil....relaxed and thought all my dreams have come true! If that wasn’t enough, I befriended all the foodies in the world. And now my post pregnancy weight refuses to vanish....and hail lot of problems now Iam suffering badly being overweight since 16th-oct-2012 and doctor has strictly adviced me to reduce my weight.
However, you will be proud to hear my accomplishments.I selected a good career for myself and worked at Infosys for almost 3 years. I earned a decent income. That must be a relief to hear. I mean, when I was you, I would ask for pocket money every single day to my most lovable dad.I was quite shameless.
I got married in 2009 and was blessed with a prince in 2010. We named him arnav. He is a cute monster. I and my husband often worry how he will turn out when he’s a teenager. If he becomes anything like me, I am in for trouble.he he he just joking! Iam not that bad!
Thanks to Arnu and my marriage, I am more attached to my mother. I still dote on my father, but it’s mom’s voice I want to hear first on the phone, it’s mom to whom I want to tell all my complaints of my son. And I know she understands just as I understand her much better. A rebellious 20-year old always got angry when mom told her to do something; but the mom in me now empathizes with my mother.
I clearly remember that age 20 was dangerous apart from being sweet...I used to worry with hail lot of problems...about exams.about whom I will be getting as life partner and about future...still would be full of fun and Joy...
Do you remember how I never, ever set foot in my mom’s kitchen? I was determined that I would earn well enough to hire a cooking maid. God, I still shiver remembering my mom’s fits when she would proclaim that I would never find a good groom or kill my family due to hunger. Well, I was headed along that path but something changed in me. I guess I wanted to cook for the man I love. But you would be shocked to hear that I started a food blog sometime back. Though it has attained bit of dormancy now, it still has a good number of visitors and recently Iam planning to start it once again and participate in blog events with onset of this auspicious occassion of deepavali.
I am now in the US with my family. I have a set routine and responsibilities. My problems are very much different from the ones I had when I was you. Back then I would worry about completing assignments at the nth hour, KT’s, getting caught by putting someone’s proxy, convincing parents for staying out late at night. Now, my problems include what to cook for dinner, planning my baby's food and related habits, nagging my husband to complete his chores. You would think that my life is quite boring. But I like it the way it is. I am happy and content.
When I was you, I wanted life to continue the way it was for the rest of my life. I didn’t have a care or worry in the world. Life, as I knew it, meant college, friends, bunking lectures, using four letter words, throwing rockets on professors, watching movies in really cheap theatres, teasing each other silly with some cute guy, calling friends the minute after reaching home to “discuss something important we learnt that day”, going to vidyavihar station for xeroxing entire books a month before the exams, studying till late hours preparing for exams, wearing the same dress for all papers because it proved lucky, and then biting our nails while waiting for the results,worshiping god during exam day and hail lot of things.
If I could turn back time, I would love to relive just another day, any day from my 20 year life. I would love to wake up one day and discover that I am 20 and be able to do all the things I did in college.
So adios, my friend. It was good being you. I don’t have a single regret.
Luv,
The spirit of you, but a teeny bit mature
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