Birthday month tribute

You know you are in your late 20's when:

• You read about someone who's 16 and won a gold medal or invented something cool, and curse under your breath because it's been 10 goddamn years and you are nowhere closer to winning a medal or inventing something cool.
• The only question you ever get asked is "so when are you giving us the good news", which depending on whether you are single or not, could be interpreted as "when are you getting married"/ "when are you producing babies"/"tell us you are confident of your sexuality".
• Everyone around you seems to be questioning their purpose in life-surely it's not to be a best friend to excel sheets or the master proponet of jargon or to sell stuff to people who are doing perfectly well without it.
• Parents, relatives or sundry other do-gooders try pulling off stunts on shaadi.com to "help you settle you down" once and for all.
• Life emerges from the cubicle to pay a fleeting visit during weekends and vacations.
• You find your general likes and dislikes in life have really changed-it could be with the decade or less that's passed by when you discovered and froze opinions in your brain and now.
• Your nieces and nephews are on orkut and facebook or whatever the latest networking site is and say stuff like "wassup, coolio and adios" that totally freaks you out.
• Strangers with kids always make it a point to address you as "auntie/ uncle" and you cringe because two years back, "didi/bhaiya" would not have been totally out of question.
• Your body metabolism ain't what it used to be and a gym membership seems worth it.
• Health in general, begins to establish itself as a matter that needs attention.
• You suffer from intermittent neck/back/muscle pain and have been told your posture needs to improve. Damn the desk job.
• You yearn to study more or change your line of work or if not, emit anxious cribs about assignments and bosses that suck.
• Your hair line is either receding or you have lost count of grey hair. Either ways, a hair stylist occupies the place next to God.
• There are clothes in your wardrobe that you deem "too young"/ "fit for a teenybopper" but yet dont' want to let go of. Not until you turn 30 anyway.
• You have at least one fixed commitment (house/education loan or the likes) that binds you to your desk and your cribs.
• You wonder whether hostels in Europe will admit you. (They will, btw)
• The clock on your wrist isn't the only one ticking away.
• You click on the drop down menu on registration forms and it takes a while to scroll up to the year of your birth.
• More than half your country's population is younger than you. (Not if you are Japanese, though!)
• You regret both the time you spent growing up in a hurry and pretending to be a mature and responsible adult and the time when you yelled at your parents or stormed off in your ugly teens.
• You have at least one "what was I thinking" moment/ incident/ relationship that evokes regret and shudder and acts like an effective block against nostalgia.
• You realize there's so much more to life that you haven't a clue about and yet, that it's okay to discover answers one day a time.
• You joke about getting old and acting senile because you feel safe and invincible in the halo of the "twenty-something" tag.
• You write posts which do little to hide your underlying reluctance to turn older and your gross inability to turn wiser.

(I do think I will like this post when I turn 30. Yikes.)