One gone forty nine more to go

I met a young inspiring leader a few days back. In fact saying I met would be exaggerating, let me put that again, I heard a young inspiring leader a few days back, sitting amongst fifty other inspiration seeking douche bags like myself. He said that we were lucky since probably by the time we are forty, the life expectancy would cross a hundred years, so retiring at the age of sixty would be total BS (he used another phrase, escapes me). We will probably retire after a career of 50 years at 75 odd years of age! Hmm !? well sounded pretty convincing until the news of a co-worker who died of heart attack at the age of thirty five, arrived. Things like this happen I think. Believing, I will have a career of fifty years is still reasonable I think. Anyways, I completed my first year of professional life a few days back. I am too sleepy to recall the exact date, besides you couldn't care less. It was fun for some, hard for some, total waste for some. For me it was one big shock.

I always heard urban legends of people acting like total zombies. Waking up, shitting, getting ready, going to office, shitting metaphorically, having lunch, pretending being awake until a phone calls wakes for real, bullshitting, coming back home with packed food, eating it while hypnotized by the TV, sleeping to the sweet sound of honks on the road outside. The most exciting part of the day being unpacking the packed food.

Well.

Here it is, it happens. It is a true. People are living their life like that, believe it or not they are. So that monkey man might also be real you know.

Now wait a second, just so you know I am not talking about myself. I am still the same. Almost so. Sleeping late is still on, waking up has improved a lot though. Appetite has suffered multiple fractures but the palate still has the old shine. Watching at least a film per week. Reading is gaining some momentum back and am becoming more presentable (in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word), all thanks to the frickin formal wardrobe. Shirts sucks but people like it. Though the downside is I have gained couple of kilos more (may be a couple more), so take that presentable thing a little down. Been doing some traveling also, seen some really cool places.

Friends are doing great all around. Some are doing fabulously, going around the world managing businesses. One has started boozing. Some are getting ahead in life and learning important lessons and all. One even lost a girl friend. So its all cool. Though we talk once in a while but we are fairly in touch with each other.

Oh and did tell you I quit swearing? For the benefit of those who missed it, let me say that again, I quit swearing. Crap ! I have started using these totally fd up phrases like 'for the benefit of those that missed' or 'lets make this conversation interactive' or 'lets keep the loop small and try to up the engagement with full force'. Total redundant business BS.

I have one worry though, days are passing way too fast. Two days passed since I started writing (shit I know man ! don't start that 'dude whats with your sense of humor' thing). Already 22 and a half now. No sign of that maturity thing my dad talks about. Still the same, sophomore and I am not entirely sure I intend to change that soon.