But Then Why I….?

Semester exams are going on and hence consequentially and inevitably I am in a melancholy temper. When in blue doldrums, I prefer introspection. Among all and sundry thoughts that I revisited one contemplation provoked me the most, which was “How my life changed from what it was to what it became, rather than what it was trying to become.” Here are few such changes which I regret having been accustomed to. The underline squabble is I say I am adapted to it, but then why I lament.

My ‘changed’ Life:

How it changed from a carefree childhood to a meticulous grown-up life,
but then why I find there is more anxiety around.

How it changed from sharing grandma’s space to having room of my own,
but then why I miss her stories in insomniac nights.

How it changed from innocent friendships to purpose based contacts,
but then why I long for a listener to share thoughts.

How it changed from everyday katti-milli to a matured band of associates,
but then why I am tangled amid tacit ego-clashes.

How it changed from endless cycling in neighborhood to just small walks,
but then why I feel more tired by comfortable rest.

How it changed from saving pennies for monthly comics to host of novels,
but then why I sometime lack my reading interest.

How it changed from gully cricket amid neighbor’s ire to electronic games,
but then why I miss the obstinacy to win contest.

How it changed from the early morning sky to mid-day waking patterns,
but then why I feel so weary to glimpse the sun.

How it changed from raju’s small provisional shop to big shopping malls,
but then why I find it jaded to enter the shop.

How it changed from long awaited festivals to just any of other holiday,
but then why I feel nostalgic reminiscences of past.

How it changed from playing I-spy during power cuts to escaping faces,
but then why I complain of suffering from loneliness.

How it changed from infinite inquisitiveness to excellent information base,
but then why I ask question whose reply doesn’t matter.