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Turning 27 (The Non Celeb Edition)



Recently I came across an old slam book of mine.

(Don’t judge me, all of us did that shit in school)

My optimism at my future expectations were beyond appalling. By 25, I was supposed to be a successful lawyer who was happily juggling work and marriage. Had two dogs too.

Ha Ha Ha..... Ha Ha Ha....


The dogs thing, came true but the others, well, shit happens! At 27, almost 27, twenty bloody seven, I couldn’t be more clueless about my future. ‘Clueless’ might be an understatement, actually.


And to make things worse, the highly dreaded ’27 Club’ is here.


To be a part of it:


Rule No. 1- You have to be a highly talented celebrity.


Rule No. 2- You need to have homicidal, suicidal, psychopathic and/or sociopathic tendencies.


Rule No. 3- You need to be dead. Not emotionally dead silly, actually six feet under the ground or ashes scattered somewhere dead.


Not that I am talented enough to join it (secretly cries), I have no intentions to be a part of it, either.


Life does suck and to make matters worse, I am officially in the ‘old enough’ age bracket now. I am ‘old enough’ to be married. ‘Old enough’ to have kids.

‘Old enough’ to own a car, be earning a six-digit salary, and live up to a few more unnecessary expectations, which society has entrusted on my weak as fuck shoulders.

That reminds me - add an active gym membership to the mix somewhere. *Sigh*


But...


I guess I’ll let it pass.

(I know, I know, I am not even qualified enough to join it yet but let me fan my ego a little)


I am just ‘old enough’ to live my life, my way.

Just ‘old enough’ to be responsible for my own mistakes and triumphs. Just ’old enough’ to risk everything on an unconventional career option. ‘Old enough’ to be in love and not have any expectations. ‘Old enough’ to know what’s/who’s good for me and what/who isn’t. Just ‘Old enough’ to differentiate between lust and love.

Just old enough...


Finally, logic has started trumping emotions.


Chuck Palahniuk once said, “We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.”


Like someone recently mentioned, whether people remember you or not; mention your name in the halls of glory or not; history once created, shall be a part of history forever. And at 27, well, almost 27, it’s time we either make it or break it.


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