Who made us adults?

Yesterday morning was supposed to be perfect.  I had woken up on time, I did some stretching and told myself it is better than doing nothing. I had asked my cook didi to make my chickpea salad, and sure she overcooked the chickpeas making them mushy but I told myself it is fine, eventually it will all be a mush anyway.  I made my spinach smoothie, it was a detox day. I packed my lunch in my big lunch bag, and even managed to organise the refrigerator before getting ready. I decided I will have the breakfast smoothie on my drive to work, it really soothes me to sip and drive. So I put it in my glass container with a lid, since my sipper broke last week. And I went in for a shower.  And when I stepped out to wear my shoes, my baby dog Maguna, had toppled my lunch bag on the floor. She must be looking for treats on the table. Which meant the smoothie glass had broken inside the big ass lunch bag.  Two things happened at this instant.  First. I realised that my mor...

 One of the things that I have realised as an unqualified adult is that the to-do list never ends.  I am not kidding. I work non stop and I am privileged enough to have help at home, who can look after cleaning and cooking while I go to work. But somehow, at the end of the day, I am always counting the tasks that need to be done, that should have been done a while back. And this is after I complete everything on my plate for the day. I wake up at 6:30 almost every morning. And I am doing things non stop. I am particular about food, so I help my cooking didi, I pack my lunch, I want to do morning yoga but I mostly fail, I try to spend ten minutes with my dogs before I leave for work. I shower, I barely spend anytime on skincare. And I am out of the house by 9 because well my office is far.  Office is a hectic space these days, so no respite. I find myself taking a cab often just so that I can catch up on my reading or pending office work. Since I try to not open my laptop ...

Of course there is nothing 'adult' about this blog. In fact my one single goal is to rant about being an adult without any training in the field. And I am not kidding with this title... who? in their right mind? would let us be an adult?  We are millennials, and we were supposed to be the cool, live your dreams, passionate generation.  When did we become the cynical, hyper active, people pleasing, traumatised generation?  Everyone I know who is my age (give or take 5 years) is struggling. Is it just us? Or did the generation before us forget to send the update memo? Okay honestly, the generation before us did try. We didn't listen because we were here to change the world. We wanted to make our own rules.  As a result, we don't know how to adult, most of our passions have fizzled out, money is permanently scarce and somehow we are the only ones hustling at work. How did we get here? You won't find answers on this blog, trust me. You will however hear (read) everythin...