The Strange problem of growing up

The other day I was in Landmark to pick up a few books. The books which I had in mind were to be found in the kid's section. While I was there rummaging through the shelves trying to find a yet unspoiled copy of the books, something in a bubble pack got my eye. Like a moth to the flame I was drawn to it. It was a G.I. Joe figure. The site of it took me back ten years. There I was in the sand pile ( which had been put there for repair work ) with my action figures,fighting desperately to prevent an attack on a truck carrying precious candy. There with me was my brother, who was always made to play the bad guys much to his disappointment. Those were the days under the summer sun.

It is ironic that when I had the need for these toys I had no money. Now that I have money I just donot have the time to buy or play with them. Also the social stigma attached with young men playing with toys prevents me from getting it. But as I wandered through wonderland I came across LEGO. Those magical bricks of my young days. Seeing some thing which I could buy, my heart felt elated. As I grabbed the box,I felt an overpowering joy. Then my eyes fell on the price. It read 3k .......I had to put it back. There is no justice in this world. When I could buy something the prohibitive price prevented me. Sometimes I wonder if there is any point in growing up. More then half your dreams are shattered and the rest are on a pipe-line on its way to be shattered. If only there was a way of going back, of second chance. Well ... What more could I say except, its another dream broken.