Yes i am. The phenomenon of ageing has conquered this P-town menon. I have started growing a thicker stache n beard and stopped watching cartoon network.For now. I have a strange feeling of ownership and compassion towards everything these days.I ogle at girls to enjoy their beauty, cherish Gods creation.I read and watch questionable materials to critique and review the talent and creativity of my fellow human beings. I don't watch gossip girl to drool at mind blowingly hot women in their early thirties but to understand the complexities of human emotions and disentangle the confusions related to relationships and marriage. I don't consume alcohol to "look cooler" which is impossible to attain once you reach the maximum level of coolness. Alle? . I take my dates to classy restaurants where i insist on getting the check. I ask them for a dance , i make them feel like a queen for the night. It is amazing to be so mature in the dating world though there were some instances when i did too much of something and someone got really pissed, freaking out throwing drinks at my face , shouting obscenities at the top of their voice and storming out. I shall blame that on cheap wine and the sheer immaturity of those women who cant surrender themselves to natural urges that ensue romance. Shame on them. Seriously. Sharikkum.

" Can i have a bite of that sub? buddy." asked my roommate during dinner. Huh. Little did he know that i am mature now. Another individual's bite on my food ? .I was shaken already.

"No. You should get a knife from the counter with which you shall cut your designated bite-section and consume the same after placing it in YOUR plate." replied the mature me.

"You are a freak. you know that? " .
Ha!.A slander from an immature friend. As in Mister T would put it - I pity the fool. I pity the fool. Too bad he was the one who had the vehicle. I was left back in Subway to walk home or take the bus. Totally worth it. I am mature now.Smiley face with sunglasses.

                                                                         Though i died a little inside when a kid called me Uncle the other day, i felt quite mature when i threw his ball over the fence to the other side. I drink tea in a cup, eat chicken biriyani in a civilized fashion without chewing too much on the bones.I have also started reading other sections of the newspaper apart from the section which portrays not so famous celebrities attending clubs and club-owners who think putting Z in place of C is cool. I drool over Reese Witherspoon. Old people do that too. If you don't believe it , you should meet my uncle. Just kidding. ..or Am i ...? 

                                                                         Some immature souls may call this sudden maturity  "Gay" and for them i have only one thing to say and that's Hey , I have grown up , bitch! so go find someone who has your peanut size brain and play. Excuse me, The exotic rhyming in my words is as a result of prolonged exposure to not so mature West coast gangster rap. Peace!