The Last Teenage Post

Our galaxy moves at about 580 km/s through space, causing our solar system to move at 228 km/s. If you are not an alien checking up on Starfish Arena from outer space, you have traveled over a thousand kilometers in space since the time you started reading this. On the off chance that you actually are someone from an extra-terrestrial planet, trust me when I say that it’d be at least this much for you too. We are oblivious to the fact that we aren’t stationary, just like we forget that we aren’t immortal and will soon be dead.

You see? Looking at things from this perspective – of the grand scale of the universe, our lives seem to be inadequately short. However, when we calmly sit down to comtemplate and try to see our lives from a distance – say from a hot air baloon hundreds of feet above ground, staring at the streets below, we realize that in reality, we may soon be dead but our lives, admit it or not are infact excruciatingly long.

Recollect where were you – say 10 years ago; in 2005? I was in my 5th standard; sprinkling glitter and pasting stars over my holiday homework which as you might have guessed – everyone ended up doing only after school resumed. This reminds me that class 5th was particularly special because after second terminal exams, we were allowed use pen in our notebooks but only at subject-wise teachers discretion. Owing to my less than awesome (read as shabby) handwriting, the only subject in which I got to use the pen was maths becuase you can only disfigure numbers to a certain extent. Anyhow, I took my fill by writing the problem and answer statements in my notebook; luckily the chapter going as I recall was related to perimeter and area, so there were a lot of statements to be written. Wait, I’m deviating. The intended point was – a span of 10 years is a time long enough to get you from having no idea of integers to doing a course on Probabilistic Graphical Models. 10 years from now, I’ll be 30 with still a lot more to go.

I believe that we live several times during this awfully long time frame – in terms of ambitions and expectations during this time. That is what makes this journey seem small later and takes away the monotonity. A 10 year old boy looks forward to playing in the evening. A fifteen year old girl looks forward to going school the very next day to see her crush again. A 30 year old father – (I really can’t imagine right now but) I suspect would be concerned with something related to his family. You get the drift. And I am stepping into the most transient phase now. 10 years down, I can be in an completely different scenario. Maybe in India, maybe not. Probably married, having shifted bases.

My professor of HUL-237 (Contemporary Fiction) remarked last week that Gone Girl has these clues in it’s narrative of things being staged and that essetially our lives aren’t very different from being staged too. She made us realize that there are few times when – no one is watching us and just like actors on stage waiting for their cue, all of us do wait for the next big thing – they may be short term like your friends birthday bash or a little longer say like your graduation, a new home, your spouse. But you don’t really know what’s coming. So stepping into 20s is my next cue. And whatever it has in store, I will take the best out of it.

P.S.
1. I wanted to engage the reader and to make this post generic so that everyone can relate to it like I always do in such posts and so began with – “Our galaxy …” but somehow this post later shifted its center around me. Not that I am particularly sorry about it. Not today. Afterall, everyone tells me that – its MY day today.

2. See, I keep my promises. I did post within a couple of days.

3. I better change my about-me section from “nearly 20 guy” to “20”. Kindof has a mature ring to it. I better prepare myself after celebrating tonight. πŸ˜›

8 Comments Add yours

  1. pseudomonaz says:

    I can’t believe that a twenty year old wrote this. I can’t write anything as intriguing as this ever. You went from being a science geek in the first two paragraphs, a nostalgic teenager in the third one, to a philosopher in the last one. I really liked this post. πŸ™‚

    P.S. You already sound too mature for your age. πŸ˜› Enjoy YOUR DAY. πŸ™‚

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  2. Whoa! You really make it sound like a big deal. I am glad that you liked it.

    P.S. > Its 11:57 PM right now so let’s regard this as – “The Last Teenage Comment”. πŸ˜› I love that it is in response to yours. πŸ˜€

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  3. pseudomonaz says:

    I never saw this reply… Didn’t get any notification.. :/
    P.S. Welcome to the most confusing phase of life. πŸ˜›

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    1. Oh. That’s my bad. I wrote it as a separate comment rather than as a reply to yours. I must have been very pumped up that night to miss this out. πŸ˜›
      Yes. I realize that now. Damn. πŸ˜•

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      1. pseudomonaz says:

        Haha… well, at least you replied even in that state…!! πŸ˜›
        Don’t worry…Its gonna be fun. What is life without confusion and mistakes. You must always have some fodder to write about. πŸ˜›

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  4. aditilibra11 says:

    The concept of us being actors waiting for our next big take is very interesting!There is a poem by Shakespeare called ‘The Seven Faces’,he states how we humans have roles to play in the drama called ‘life’.And then he mentions what those faces are.It’s a very cool thought cause it makes me feel like we are entertainers and somehow feel like we are being observed and judged for our ‘acting’.Sometimes I’d pretend how I’d behave if I was an actor,but that’s just some stupid child fantasy of mine πŸ˜€

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  5. I believe in reality too, we are observed and judged more often than we might think. πŸ˜€
    Your childhood fantasy reminds me of the time when I actually believed that just like some people are on our TV sets, we definitely were on someone else’s. πŸ˜€

    P.S.
    I am guessing you meant ‘The Seven Ages’ and I’m glad you mentioned it. It gives this post more breadth. πŸ™‚

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