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A most disconcerting realisation streaked through dinner yester-evening. That I was paying for the food had little to do with it. People’s growing up has nothing to do with the ’stages of life,’ right? I thought so too. When after school, I noticed some of the front-benchers (Merit had nothing to do with it. They were short.) grew inches in weeks, I brushed it off as my imagination.

But what happened during last night’s dinner was an unmistakable sign. It was me and a certain Shaggy wolfing down Fish n Chips at a Bandra eatery when suddenly, we see young females. The types that would, under normal circumstances, initiate ogle programs in my system and also launch the instant movie-maker application in my head. Nothing of the sort happened. Their chirping brought annoyance. Their looks brought ‘what’s happening to these kids’ looks to our stuffed faces, and we working men, left the place soon after, wearing our formals.

I am sure it was nothing permanent. But ages seem to have passed since I last did that kind of thing. This can’t be good! Somebody reboot me!

Posted on Thursday, January 5th, 2006 at 12:08 pm and filed under life.

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