People are always cirbbing about having "grown up", or having "got to grow up", or "not being a child anymore". Here are some reasons I am happy I am grown up, despite having people who always bought me comic books or icecreams drop out like flies. Actually, most of the reasons were from observations made in the last couple of days -
1. No one needs to wake me up in the morning to "go to school". I really pity my daughter, who resents being mercilessly yanked out of bed . I have been through that.
The down side is that no one really needs to wake you up in the morning. You HAVE to wake up much earlier than you did as a kid to get the rest of the family out of the house on time. AND you have to wake up a couple of times at night to take your kid to the toilet. AND you have to stay up late to finish that work that you should have finished last week.
2. You can walk outside or even inside a boy's college and not feel self-conscious (if it is a "decent" boy's college) or nervous (if it is a "porukki" college). And you do not have to keep your radar on full alert for any eve-teasing. On the rare case that an imbecile young thing DOES comment at you, you can walk up to him, smile sweetly, compliment him on the comment, if it were truly intelligent (which it never is), and ask him where you can get an application form for your son, his age !
3. Your mom does not discreetly send you on "errands" when the hero, heroine and a few other unrelated people run around trees to Ilayaraja's music. On the flip side, you end up running errands when the hero and heroine run around trees to Ilayaraja music because (a) it hurts to see the king's music demeaned by gaudy actors and gaudier extras and (b) you really HAVE to get that work done.
4. Grand mom does not make you drink kashayam and go to bed at the first sight of sniffles. But when you are grown up, you really want grand mom's kashayam and some bed rest when your dose id blocked do much that you can't breathe. Waaaa.. I want my paati's kashayam now....I want to sleep...sniff..sniff..cough..cough...
5. You can use the word "sex" in your blog to not mean gender and not be punished for it. But then you don't know what you should write about sex any more. I mean, it happens.. you know..whats there to talk about it?
6. Now this is one point that has no flip sides to it ! NO MORE EXAMS, although you still get nightmares of them.
7. You don't have to eat adai and maida-maa dosai for "tiffin" when you get back from school. Instead, you can make adai and maidamaavu dosai for your husband and kid when they get back from office and school respectively, and see them ingest them with a smirk on your face. However, you are usually starving by 5 PM, that you end up eating butter biscuit and murukku that coat your arteries and spoils your appetite for dinner, which in turn makes you eat little at dinner, and by midnight you raid the fridge for some rosogolla to satiate your growling tummy and finally get a lesson on the law of conservation of mass that eventually shows up at your rear.