About Time.

Dear Time,
Hey there, it's me, Mahima. I'm the one who's always dumbstruck at how fast you seem to move? Yep. That one.

So anyway I've been thinking. It's going to be 2007 already. I remember thinking back in 1997, when I was *counts* 12 years old, I remember thinking what life would be in the much-fantasised-about 2000's. I even made a list of things that could, nay, MUST happen in 10 years time-
1) There would be flying cars.
2) There would be no more homework.
3) People would be able to teleport
4) I would be married (Yes. I thought I'd get married by the time I was 23. Come to think of it, there's still a few more months left...don't underestimate how efficient and resourceful Indian mothers/aunties/relatives can be.)
5) If I was not married, I'd have a really AWESOME boyfriend, because you know..everyone started having boyfriends back then, but I was just the funny tall weird Indian girl who didn't have a chance in hell to get lucky, but I would be damned if I didn't have a really awesome boyfriend in 10 years time.
6) I would morph into a bombshell. Everyone else would grow just as tall as me, the pimples would disappear, the glasses would disappear and God Help Me, my hair would either magically turn really nice and manageable or I'd be bald.

So yes. That was basically my list of priorities. Let's see what has happened and what has not.

1) Nope. No flying cars. Note to self: Must make some important scientific guy turn my plan about building magnetic roads and magnetic cars into reality. (Like poles repel..hence the cars will fly/levitate/float...geddit? I still need to work out the details.)
2) There is still too much goddamned homework.
3) I think they've got the technology sorted out but these bastards aren't letting us in on the whole truth.
4) I am not married. Forget that, in the past year my whole view on it has changed. I am seriously reconsidering this whole marriage thing. My sociology teacher said "When you marry someone, you're essentially officialising the fact that your time is now theirs too." It is not even funny how freaked out I got by hearing that. Picture Mahi with deer antlers (or not since female deers don't have antlers....) getting caught in the headlights.
5) 10 years on, I'm single. Not that I'm crying or anything and I'm not even bitter. I'd like to think I've reached a point in my life where I realise that the fact that I'm single has got nothing to do with my looks or personality or whatever, and hence has no impact on my self esteem. I've still got an ego the size of a blue whale. I'm single by choice, it's just the way things are. It's all good.
6) The pimples have gone, my eyesight magically corrected itself, my hair has become pretty decent and I'm still taller than almost everyone here.

Well, 1 outta 6 ain't too bad, eh?

I just got back from a really lovely marathon movie session (okay well we saw 2 movies!) with Sidra and Ju, who've been my dear friends since secondary school. We don't meet up often enough but its amazing because when I'm with them, You seem to stand still, as if to allow us to relish the moments of joy and laughter we have.
After 10 years we find that in each others' company, we're just the same old girls that we used to be, pigging out, giggling, gossiping, reliving old memories, enjoying the innocence but occaisionally surprising each other by how beautifully we've all grown up.

SO anyway, Time, most people have a humungous bone to pick with You, but you know what? We're cool. I like You. I've come to realise the more I butt heads with You, the less cooperative You are. Not really like quicksand, but You get the idea.
I've learnt to take it easy in general. And I think I like the relationship we're forming.

Carry on doing what You're doing, Time.
Here's to Time flying
-clink-

Regards,
Mahi