Yesterday Once More

"I never wanna grow up!"

That there's the tagline of Peter Pan by JM Barrie, after reading which I guess almost everyone feels the same way...I mean what could be cooler than singing, meeting Red Indians, fighting pirates and in general living in Neverland? I remember after I finished the book, I got myself a set of clothes pegs and fashioned a hook, then went around brandishing a wooden ruler...those were the days! I mean look at them...waking your mum at 3am coz you've wet the bed (again), watching Cartoon Network all day, or walking around with a towel round your neck bashing up some imaginary bad guys just like Jackie Chan

Then you enter your teens, the best and worst times of your life. You gotta deal with mood swings, the expectations everyone dumps on you, not caring about what you want to do, the fact that your crush in school's dating, the thrill of hurling abuses at your friends, reading adult fiction when you're supposed to be doing differentiation, forging friendships and saying goodbye.

Your first jeans, that Swiss Army knife your father got you for your 16th. The Boys Night/Girls Night, crying your heart out at the end of Gone With The Wind...

Then you grow up fully, find what you wanna do and do it.

And then one fine morning, you're walking your dog along the pavement, when a little kid of 4 points at him and goes "Doggie!" and just then you remember that YOU were four once, wetting beds and creating chaos. And that smile that flits across your face....THAT'S what growing up's all about...

I guess Chris Daughtry must be referring to growing up in these lines

"Of all the things that I still remember

Summers never looked the same

The years go by and time just seems to fly

But the memories remain

In the middle of September

We still played out in the rain

Nothing to lose

And everything to gain"

The Bilge Master

Exceeds Expectations

 

I started writing at a very young age after having read a murder mystery for the first time. I think it was a short story by Christie. I remember that Mum used to have these classes for students in classes XI and XII at home and I used to be allowed to sit and stay silent, i.e. to be seen and not heard. Then one day, Mum set me an essay on anything I felt like. Since then I guess I didn’t look back.

 

I had copies that I would fill with all sorts of random stuff. Autobiography of an ice cream, the queen bee, almost anything and everything that came to mind I would calmly jot down. Almost all of it has been left unfinished, owing to my impatience. Mind you I am talking like 12 or 13 years ago, so I must have been what 6? I remember that I went through a phase where I wrote my own detective stories. They were half a page long and my weapon of choice was arsenic or cyanide.

Pardon the nostalgia people. It’s just that when I checked the blog today, it had 1000 views and it blew my mind. I never expected that anyone would read it aside from family. That too I had a feeling that I would have to stuff it down their throats! I am just overwhelmed today and I guess I am taking it out by writing about it. Well, I guess I underestimated myself. However, the real person behind all of this would be you guys for checking your emails or checking the URL once in a while. So to wrap up I just wanna say THANK YOU, to everyone who took some time out to glance through the posts here. And on that note, I also want to add that I will keep on writing this and supplying you with more “bilge” to feast on!

Until next time

The Bilge Master