Here I sit...

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; my dad is driving, my mom is sitting in the passenger seat, I’m sitting in the back seat like a good boy.

It’s a warm, fuzzy, wonderful feeling.

A few minutes ago, I felt a sudden, inexplicably wonderful regression to my childhood, when such scenes were everyday.

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; with my earphones on, feeling like what Soundgarden would say, ‘Blow up the outside world!’

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; with my earphones, listening to loud Linkin Park and mellow Green Day, just like the teenaged boy who I never grew up from.

A few minutes ago, I just wanted to write this down, to remember this feeling. It is a good feeling. I feel like a boy.

I feel like a boy.

So I whipped out my computer.

You know when you open up a laptop in the backseat of a car, GT Road is suddenly not a single bit as smooth as you remembered it.

The sun was in my eyes, from the right window, just a while ago; there’s a pillow on the seat next to me. I grabbed it, slid down the right window a little, stuck a little piece of the fabric of the pillowcase outside the sliver of an opening, and pushed the window right back up.

There.

Sun problem solved.

I tap my mom on the shoulder, and point out the wonderful thing I’ve just done. She smiles, my dad asks what I’m talking about, she tells him. He smiles too.

I feel like such a kid!

There’s a grin wider than my face on my lips.
This is so stupid.

Why does this amuse me?

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; and now Trapt scream their lungs out.

I’m going to Delhi!
I’m going to meet my friends! This is such a ‘yay’ moment!

Well there’s the slightly serious matter of an interview to get through before all that.

There’s a printout of all the key points in this year’s budget on the seat beside me.

When did I grow up so much?

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; I’m reading about the budget, and about Mahindra Satyam’s merger.

Wait, wait! Back to the regressively (is that even a word?) wonderful moment, wait no, wonderfully regressive moment(yes that's better) I had some time ago.

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; Chester Bennington’s sweet melodious voice slowly starts singing ‘My December’ in my ears…

And I’m a kid again, when I still used to wonder what Chester was so sad about…I didn’t know then…

Wait, wait!

I’m a kid again…

EDIT - uploaded from my phone, yay technology!