You are on the streets walking it down to catch up with a friend. You see a bunch of kids playing cricket, reminiscing you of the good old days. As you day dream, one of the kids hits a beautiful on drive and the ball trickles down to the fence, and comes to a halt near your feet. A loud chorus ensues “Uncle Ball dena”. You look around, there is no uncle in sight. You continue pacing down, when the same chorus goes “Uncle, please ball dena”. This time you get that ugly feeling. Could it be me? You give the kids a quizzical “Who me?” look. The kids yell “Yes Uncle”. Three times. What has my life come to? You pick up the ball and throw it back to them. The kids go “Thank You Uncle”. It wasn’t just the ball which was hit for a four, but your mental state too. Welcome to the age of Mid-twenties. When you are not sure if you are still young enough to be called “bhaiya” or you have just about touched the ‘u’ of “uncle”. Quite a few other things happens to an individual at this age which makes one feel “WTF dude, Am I really THAT old
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 08:15:09 +0000
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