Meaning of Life

You don't turn 22 every day, do you? It was nice, the whole celebration. People, existence of whom was completely oblivious to you a few months ago, gathered to celebrate your existence is a cool thing. It's a reminder that you are not that bad after all. I was glad I didn't dwell on the past and mourn the absence of family, friends and pets back in India. A screwdriver, and two Liquid Cocaine shots makes you forget that and leaves you with a pill to swallow of which every granule makes you a sage who knows the meaning of life. Head-banging to some high-note music after late late night dash at the pub? The size of the pill grows even bigger. And of all crazy things, I thought of god when I was high. Nice.
Visiting temple after eight-nine months was as enlightening as it was an uplifting experience. You can be arrogant but you just have to bow down to the playmaker and yes, you don't mind. Sometimes it's better to tear that shirt with I-am-awesome written on it and bow down to the one wearing Hey-I'm-more-awesome-than-you. Then a dash to an Indian Restaurant reminded me what I was missing. Good old Indian cuisine. Paani-Puri, Paneer, Rass-malai. I now knew what spoilt for choice mean. I was reminded that how grateful I was to have this food everywhere back in India. And how I now despise my teenage attitude of I-am-lovin'-it and why McChicken falls in the category of Junk food.
A funny realization however came out of nowhere. I was, as usual, observing people around me. Half of them were above sixty, spending a quiet respite of a Sunday with their kids and those who followed them in the family hierarchy. Then I saw a bald man with a too-good-for-him wife which just proved why girls are difficult to predict. But he being an NRI and seemingly wealthy, I smiled for myself. And this is where the realization came. I thought, Hey, I am living my dream, doing what I wanted to do since childhood. I have suffered a lot to be at the spot and am I going to just be like one of them? Those who'll earn money, buy a trophy wife, settle in this country where you have automatic doors even at the restroom? Then your kids will have a funny accent and will be called American Born Confused Desis. They'll called football, Soccer. Shit!! More than that life is about finding yourself and I am a firm believer of the philosophy that the one who has found himself never lives in similarity and dies in Obscurity. Funny this, but we don't even know what the meaning of life is. Is it love? Nahh. Not in these days. People whom you love or those who love you expect a lot from you. And you being human can hurt them by not living up to their expectations a few times. Had those expectations been different than buying something flashy for the anniversary or somewhat similar, I'd have believed love exists. Fuck this write up. I have exam tomorrow.

P.S. - I don't know the meaning of life yet. Next time, I swear..