Happy Independence Day?

Lets not be fooling ourselves, its an anniversary we're merely
observing. The 63rd anniversary of the britishers leaving India.
Not an anniversary of independence.
Set free from the clutches of the British, to be caught in those of
corruption and politics, India is still not free to make any decision
not controlled by these factors.
Why am i being so judgemental?or you may say,sentimental?
'cuz every 'happy independence day' hurts me, forces me to think of
India, and there is a dull ache somewhere..
I'm no true patriot.I'm just an observer.
I observe ignorance,hypocrisy..

And i observe people observing the '63rd anniversary of..', and being happy about it..

Not waiting for my next Birthday.

Last night while hanging out with friends, I started lamenting the fact that my teen years were coming to an end. This was met with a sarcastic look by an older friend. Twenty is not old, he told me.

But, well, it's not young either!
And its gonna bring change with it, sooner or later.

Its not as if I'm against change, I'd welcome it; if it were in my favor. And most of the time, I am able to do that.
But there are things which I've just not been able to handle. Increased duties, for example, mean more stress and less time for whims. And then, as you grow up, the whole web of 'behaving as you're supposed to' becomes tighter. And there you go. Identity crisis. Moral crisis.

I can do with the added workload,the responsibilities, but this 'socially acceptable behaviour' is beyond my comprehension. The norms,customs and yeah, the restrictions. They change YOU. This is the reason why you'll miss childhood. As a child, you were you, free and undaunted, and all the changes that happened were like nutrition for your soul. But somewhere down the line, the spirit gets corrupted. Aliens invade.
Viral attack. And my body's reactions have been severe. Withdrawal from public life, despondency, unexplained depression..
Its not maturity that I lack.
Just courage,for the fear of losing myself makes me weak.

Self-Preservation is the art to be mastered.

Till then,I'm not looking forward to February.

A little somethin from LOTR caught my fancy.

I sit beside the fire and think

of all that i have seen,

of meadow-flowers and butterflies

in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun

and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

that i shall ever see.

For still there are so many things

that i have never seen:

in every wood in every spring

there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

that i shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

of times that were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at the door.