21 years old. I am not very sure if I am happy or sad to be 21. The good part of being 21 is that I can legally go up to a bartender and ask for a drink, except for Delhi and some states. And the sad part, well I am old. I am a little short of words today. This journey of 21 years has been quite a bumpy one. I left home for Delhi when I was 16. The world was new here; my approach for life was a little different than what is it today. You know when I see first year students now, the confusion they live in, the issues they face, it faintly reminds me of the times I have spent or rather the foolish time I spent. I am sure my seniors would feel the same when they see me, but by the time you reach 21, especially when you happen to be independent since the age of 18, you get a fair amount of idea how life treats you. The issue with growing old is that not only it widens your vision but also widens your needs. Your tolerating power increases but your hunger for necessities doubl...