18
I turned eighteen today and there’s a cyclone raging outside. So let’s just jump into it
(The post. Not the cyclone).

Today turned out to be a stark contrast between building expectations and actual reality. I had often dreamt about this day but turns out it wasn’t a big deal. I had major plans from running down the Marine Drive to try to eat something expensive at the mall and watching a movie with my friends while sporting a casual skirt and boots look. Now this may seem like everyday stuff depending on what part of the world you come from but in my world, this is a luxury. Many of us don’t have the time to be aimless even for a day.
All my life I’ve studied but it still wasn’t enough. A year ago, my daily routine comprised of the following –
– Wake up at 6 for school.
– Brush, bathe, eat.
– Leave for school at 6:45 while trying to get some stuff done on the school bus.
– Reach home by 2.
– Eat while watching anything on TV.
– Leave for tuition at 3:30 as I catch up on YouTube with world news and new music videos.
– Reach home by 9:30.
– Watch something for 10 minutes as you eat.
– Try completing some of your school work and tuition work.
– Sleep by 11.
– Repeat.
As awful as it was, some people have had it worse. I did have a few slip ups here and there. So you can imagine how just ‘hanging out at the mall’ had to be carefully planned to match everyone’s routine and even then we couldn’t spend more than two hours together, enjoying life.

It was disappointing to find your plans literally wash down the drain because of the cyclone hitting the east coast. Climate change wasn’t the sole reason, some were out of station, touring colleges while others were studying for the next big exam. And don’t get me wrong, they’re good friends. It’s just that they’re waiting for the storm to die down, both figuratively and literally.
A small part of me is actually happy of how the cards were dealt because I get to go back to the basics. I started celebrating birthdays with my friends just 3 years back. Before that, birthdays were a private affair in my family. Partly, because my dad has always travelled for work when I was little and when he finally settled down, he wouldn’t trade me on my special day and partly because it was just cheap that way.
He would pick up a fresh cream cake and some dinner on his way back home. My mother would sing happy birthday as my sister tried to lick some frosting off the cake with her little finger. Finally we would watch TV and eat some naan (bread) and paneer butter masala (cottage cheese). Good times.

Somedays I wish I took some time to pause and breathe. While nothing is changing in front of me right now as I turn 18, everything is changing in the back of my mind. This transition from a kid to an adult is scary for me. Everyone is in a hurry to grow up while I just want to hide in my cocoon where I watch wholesome memes and assume that everything is right in the world (high school changed that, though). As a minor, I thought that I could do nothing to achieve this ideal utopia that I’ve created in my mind.
Now that I have the power to make decisions and influence democracies, it is all so overwhelming. One wrong turn and I could face some serious consequences. I want to be responsible and make the right choices that’ll benefit me 20 years from now, to understand that my vote counts, that I’m not just a tiny speck in the universe; I am a universe of my own. But I don’t think I’m prepared for the world to lie on my shoulders. I think all I’ll ever be is a dumb kid inside a stupid adult.
And now I wish I could freeze the time at 17.


