I was reading some textbook of psychology on the changes that take place during adolescence from a psychologist’s point of view (Ah, well). I couldn’t help but realize that it was probably one of the most wonderful phases of my life. No doubt, childhood has its own charm. But what really stays quite a bit and shapes you tremendously is also adolescence.
The heights of idealism is something I very fondly recollect. No matter how idealistic you are now, there is always some amount of that ubiquitous practicality/ feasibility element that creeps in every possible crevice. You dream and yet you try to tell yourself that everything doesn’t have to be perfect. Somewhere along, you ready yourself for some change and subconsciously prepare yourself. But adolescence usually isn’t that sensible. What it is more of is probably sensational. Sensational itself has many dimensions – right from the thrill of participating in something as simple as a mass bunk to getting caught in the most embarassing of moments that later goes into slambooks, from the unstoppable dreams of doing the unthinkable and achieving the unachievable to the charm of being that mysterious someone with a single anklet and an iPod and a book in hand; from the secretly studious to the audacious bunk-er, adolescence is indeed magical.
And oh that passion! That fervour to take on the world and ride it all! That joy of waking up everyday to wear the prettiest outfit you can find, to finish that irresistible novel, completing that latest research you have undertaken, celebrating the end of exams – I get goosebumps typing a feeling as unparalleled as this.
When you took your two-wheeler out of the driveway or stepped into a bus and looked out, didn’t you feel that the world was your oyster?
Agreed. There were many a period of confusion, doubt and helplessness. So many questions seemed unanswered. And yet, there was some charm in all of it. Not knowing answers was a wonderful feeling. To brave the new and soak everything in came naturally. A piece of everything had to be had. Risks were meant to be taken. Adventures were a must. If you missed one in real life, you made sure you caught up with them on books.
Amidst all the differences, be it choices, decisions, experiences, lessons, there was still something that made you long for tomorrow. That headstrong attitude, a desire to find reason in everything, emerging philosophies and takes on morality – there was something about it all.
Science calls it hormones, biological predisposition, early childhood exposure, environmental stimulation, nature, nurture and all that. But to think that all of this wonder boils down to one factor seems tragic. There is something about adolescence. I wouldn’t dare to find a reason.