Growing up, growing old or what?

We all once were kids. Some were chubby, some were skinny, some were adorable, some were mischievous, and there goes a never ending list... But did we accept things the way we do now? Most of the answers will be a No. And when asked why, the most self-soothing answer I get is Life changes and so do we. Another question that lines up is Have we really changed? The answer is always yes and I do agree with it. All that comes up in my head is did we actually want to? and then there's a perfect answer, NO.

None of us would grow up if we had the chance to. It's truly said that there's a thin line between growing up and growing old. However, all of the grown ups or grown old-s choose to ignore it.

Growing up leads to fulfillment of responsibilities, earning money for a living or better word -surviving, blah blah and blah... while on the other hand, growing old just is physical and mark the words, we are still young by heart if we grow old whereas growing up leads to one's mental growth as well.

Whatever is the say, the choice has always been ours. We are the ones who choose whether to grow up or grow old. Imagining how perfect this life would be if we grew up and grew old on the same pace is in itself a joy then realize how enormously wonderful it would be if it happened for real.

But again, the choice is yours... Be wise.  

The Bombay Life.

Mumbai formerly Bombay is the most happening city I'm glad to be living in. There are a lot of things that charm me here and no wonder why because it's all perfect. Being born and growing up is a different experience altogether. You're never alone here. Winning a 'fourth' seat in the flooded local trains or surviving blasts, Mumbai has faced it all. The lifestyle of people, the population, attractions, places to hang-out, development, the different kinds of people and living of every generation, it's all special in it's own beautiful way. I'm addicted to this lifestyle and I don't regret it at all. It's really good and fun to be this way. Even if it's noon or midnight, it's as lively as it could be. You can never really get scared of anything out here.
 The mesmerizing breeze at marine drive with a lot of live romance, 'golas' at chowpatty, your difficult path of Haji Ali, window shopping at malls, movies at regal, photo shoots at Taj or Gateway of India, hang outs at Bandstand irritating the hell out of the couples trying to spend some so-called quality time, Bandra and Kalaghoda festivals, museums and art galleries, Colaba's shopping at Causeway, Kailash Parbat's chaat, stupid fights in local trains, judging a Ferrari's speed at Worli sea-link, Starbucks and so much more, you can never really get over it. Every breath here is more like a privilege you're glad to have. Mumbai, in the end and Kuch bhi kaho Yeh hai Mumbai Meri Jaan. :)