Maybe I am being hormonal like a girl. Maybe it is the effect of middle age setting in. Maybe coz I saw the movie Bob Biswas. I need to write. I feel overwhelmed with depressing feelings and I need to get them out. Maybe coz I am alone only for 2 days now, and it will be over in a week, but I am feeling some feelings which I don’t like so much. I am already fighting a bout of common cold settling inside my nose. My nose which I don’t consciously feel all of the time is making its presence registered. Pulling back snot crawling down my left nostril I am typing on…
I completed the series Friends yesterday. Yay! I have finally crossed the bridge to the side where all the “Friends”-heads live! People would say move on to a new series and keep binging I guess. Sure, good point. But dunno why, I am not feeling those usual feelings. Strangely enough this means a totally different thing for me. All my life I have seen people do stuff I can’t or haven’t been able to, yet very much wanted. Not one or two things. Lots of things, some stuff I don’t even remember that I would have once ever thought of ever doing. Those “things” range from being good at studies and games to things like watching popular web-series with a cult like followings so I might be able to participate in conversations. So lots of stuff.
So basically I have an infinite number of stuff I ever wanted to do, and if you think another way so does everyone. So I am not any different from anyone else. I am just one among those infinite idiots who get overwhelmed with stupid little emotions. Completing Friends was one such thing I had in my mind, rather back of my mind. When I made these goals in my mind, I always used to think like Nah! that stuff is for rich kids, or poor kids with real good luck. I will just keep dreaming up new things and burying them in my mind. Yes, that actually made me happy! Now that I think about it from a somewhat aged and maybe little matured( I doubt this ) sort of view point. Dreaming that I could do some of those stuff someday did make me happy right there. Daydreamer I was, am still. It never felt like I would plan to do these leave alone actually doing them. Here I realize I am a master procrastinator too! Wow! Just a thought, a dream maybe and just poof! That used to be my dose of Dopamine! why did I plan on things as such. Oh yes! I remember now, one of those stuff was to be a hell of a programmer! Like a hacker or something. Alas! I am stuck with Cobol on mainframe for the last 8 years, but I did achieve my dream of being a coder in a software company. I love my job, but equally suck at my job believe me! I mess up stuff with so many silly mistakes that my supervisors/managers just keep me on projects coz they can’t find a better resource. Here, I am my own competition, but in a bad way. Back to the point I do have achieved one of my such small dreams of being a coder, just in not the way I expected. I got married to my love which is way way wayyyyyyy beyond my wildest reality checks and possibilities. I bought a flat with her, I got a car for us. I am buried deep in EMIs but I do have a minuscule number of stuff from among the infinitely huge list of things I ever wanted, with me as of today.
So what this rambling is all about? It is hard for me to believe that I am completing, to be precise ticking things off that bucket list. I should be happy! But I am not. I am trying hard to understand it but all I am feeling are pangs in my stomach as if something is gone.. As if a very near and dear one is gone from me forever. I guess I have been carrying these buried stuff for so long in my mind, that they became a part of my life, my personality. It is actually hurting like I lost someone dearest. Is this normal? Yes I am 32 now, it is indeed sort of bad feeling for me now that almost half my life is over now taking the average age of Indians nowadays. On one hand I am sad that I haven’t been able to accomplish so many things! Also I am sad about the stuff I have actually done. What the hell is this? Am I in need of a psychiatrist? Maybe I am. I want some one who can put these feelings at ease. But then when someone would actually provide closure to these I might be missing these feelings too I guess…. Still anyone with any ideas or at least a similar story? It should make me feel better I guess. After all opening up is one of the reasons why we write..