A Bundle Of Contradictions

In my Economics textbook, money is defined as a medium of exchange.
Now, I’ve never been the richest of the lot. I’ve never been given a huge amount as pocket money. I only got good gifts because I did well enough in my exams. I got my phone, iPod and books because of a little bit of hard work, not because my parents had a strong urge to blow off their hard-earned money on no particular occasion.
Even though I’ve insisted on getting the best of things, now I realize that you don’t get anything unless you work hard or you’ve got insanely rich parents.
So for the past few days, I was wondering about money when an idea struck in my head.
How about – how about I stick to a budget for an entire month?
This thought came across my mind while I was travelling.
Finally, I came to a decision that I should survive on 300 buck for a month.
No, I mean three hundred rupees, not dollars.
Now, you’ll just scoff, because spending three hundred rupees in a day is one of my special talents. So, how am I …

No, I wasn't abducted by aliens. 
Nor was I whisked off to Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood. 
(I wish that would have happened!) 
I'm too busy trying to know myself and adjusting in a new school (here, they call it 'junior college'. But for your sake - and mine - I wish to call it school!). I'm learning new stuff and the environment in my new school sucks. Everyone is so bloody competitive and you gotta work your butt off if you wish to be "at the top!"
Unfortunately, since I'd been in the same school for ten years, it was difficult to adjust to the new surroundings. None of my old school's friends were there and more than half the kids came from different boards of education. 
It was tough to adjust to the new curriculum and new people. The kids were so starkly different from the ones I'd hung out with at school. They were like, super-smart and being in the presence of such... such brilliant kids made me feel insecure. 
It wasn't just that. 
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I have written about maturity before.
However, that post was written about a year ago. My thoughts, emotions were different then. I was less sober, I talked without really processing the words that escaped from my mouth and I got hurt easily.  Now, as I reflect on the word 'maturity', I don't think it is acting like a grown up person. I think it's being an adult.  When you're at this stage where I am, you are neither a child nor a grown up. You are in between. Some people of my age go on acting like they are kids (like me, for instance) while there are others who start acting like they're stuck up and way too grown up. Last year, if you would've asked me whether one should have had a little childish streak, then I would've unhesitatingly answered yes. But now when you ask me the very same question, I'd say this:  Never lose touch with your childhood. As you grow, as you graduate to newer things, people and places, you can't simply act like a ki…