Life is too short to be true

It just seemed like I was ten years old yesterday, meaning to crack stupid jokes, talking to myself in the mirror, applying a ton of coconut oil on my hair because my grandmother thought it was too spiky for a tamil brahmin, well experienced in the business of playing with the salami, fiddling with my nostrils to extract deeply dug gems, secretly watching the "after dark" channels once my family dozed off, scared to communicate in good english due to a mental inability to put words in their correct grammatical order that led to an underestimation of my intelectual capability, and fantacising my school teachers. Some of which I still continue to do which is why its hard for me to believe that I am not ten anymore.

In the interim of approximately 17 years, I must say that I have learnt a great deal, starting from how not to get caught watching porn on the computer and thereby pretending to watch one of T.Rajendar's campaign speeches in his desperate attempts to speak good hindi and telugu when he fails miserably to only sing a love song with all the hairs in his body stiffening and perpendicularly pointing outwards from his skin because of goose bumps (for those who dont know t.rajendar, I strongly suggest visiting www.youtube.com and searching t.rajendar. Some say he has the potential to scare away even bears in the thickest of jungles. Bears are also jealous that he is the only mammalian species to have more hair than them. ). So, tricks such as the one I illustrated are the valuable kind that aid in escaping criticisms and yells.

17 years, by any means is a long time, even though one may not realise, it is precisely 148,920 hours. If a man asks his mom she would say how time flew and that in no time she became a grandmother and that once upon a time she used to pinch his cheeks and play with him. Whereas, if you ask his wife she would tell you how slow time went by especially after the weeding - very similar to Einstein's theory of relativity. Time has developed me into a fully grown, reproductable species. Rationally thinking time is a dependant variable in life but the lack of differences between a 10 yr old and 27 yr old makes me wonder if it is actually an independant variable in which case I am dreading I'll fantacize my childs school teacher (Yew! I just hope that doesn't happen).

Not only is the perception of time subjective to the person/s surrounding you but also the events associated. After 27 hard/ly earned years of education I have finally managed to get a full-time job. Overnight, I could feel the difference in my mental growth not because my cranium is protruding from my hair follicles like data in startrek but just from the way some people treat me differently as opposed to a week ago. It is humanly impossible to increase intellectual maturity by a statistically significant amount within a week, yet people see an industrial auro bound by one's education and earning potential and automatically/instinctively elevate the subject to a pedestal that bears respect, and social responsibility. These events raised my virtual age a lot more that what I already am and so my perception of 17 yrs was skewed.

One has so many responsibilities in life, I don't have to dig myself into that now since it is all well known and socially accepted. But, the question is, are we satisfied with ourselves and do we have the time for that? Agreed, time is valuable but is it necessary to have a timeline for certain things to happen? Is life really dependant on time or is it just that humans have created an invisible blanket around themselves that is bound by time. Enjoy life to its fullest since its too short to think about the lack or excess of time, that is an imaginary variable in my mind.