Emotions … no this is not the name of a new perfume that I heard about, it is the good old English word that means what It means… yes it seems a lil awkward these days to me to talk about emotions (at least publicly as if it were a lingerie brand), but I think there is an emotional bulb in me that has been switched on somewhere in the recent past…

How or when or why, I dunno, but there is a latent feeling (another word relatively new in my usage) that has become dominant… I would like to call this phenomenon “My coming of age” :P

I am no dna tester or any kind of tester, in fact, being a software techie, I detest testers like hell! So I didn’t try and find out the bug here, but I know that there is a new functionality that has developed, or rather evolved… that of emotions, or simply put, I have started noticing that men are as emotional and paranoid about their feelings as their better halves!

For instance, we had a very old fiat car… maybe for around 20 years and by now it had almost become a dilapidated, antiquated, and almost defunct piece of metal. Kudos to my dad for having the perseverance to drive it as recently as 4 weeks back! Well but finally the time had come when we all knew that we would bid adieu to this family treasure and this beauty would have to go…

My brother and I went to the car, kissed it at all the dirty places (dirty as in full of grease and dirt NO PUN INTENDED), sat in it, cleaned it for one last time (when there was no use doing that) and then, took pictures of it from all possible angles… including its bottom, so that we do not forget the shaft, and the bonnet, to ensure that we have in our memories all the parts that we had replaced since buying it … totally, we might have taken around 30 pics of our car… and with a sorry heart, left for delhi…

Things would have been fine if that was all there was to it. The day the car was to be actually towed away, my dad started feeling the same way for the car, and took another set of pictures with the car... in fact, he got the car out, sat in it, and took a picture as if he were driving it!

I know my dad and I would probably never talk about our ‘feelings’ for our car the way we felt for the car that day, but it showed in the pics… or, maybe it was always around, and its only now that I have started to realize it… I have come of age :)