End Of My Fifteenth Year

On the sixteenth of January, I officially turned sixteen. Most people celebrate birthdays. I loathe them because they tell you that you are now closer to death by a definable measure of time. Think about it- wouldn't it be better if we could all age willingly? I see my life being cut short because there is so little time left. As an Indian, I am expected to have a degree in engineering and become the CEO of a multinational company by the time I am thirty! My life seems to be like a car running on train's wheels. It wants to go slower. It wants to freely explore places other than the stations that fall on the way. It wants to take detours and meet local people along the way. And it wants time to utilize its youth to chase dreams before old-age grips in such a way that there is no other choice but to take the much-trodden path. But you know what? None of this is possible because after all, the wheels are that of a train's. And the train wheels will get me to the destination a little too quick.

But who can stop the hands of a clock? Not me, not you, not anybody. So the best we can do is utilize every moment of our time. I actually washed all the dishes the other night and discovered that I still had enough time to learn five pages of Geography notes. As far as our dreams are concerned, maybe it is better to just keep chasing them (3 Idiots, anyone?). Because after all, the truth is that time is under our control and it moves the way we want it to.