I am twenty. Exactly in between the tug of war between fifteen and twenty five. From the dreamer of fifteen to the anybody of twenty five, its not at all just numbers that become years that become ages. It is about the I in the me. On the day the date became the tangent of my life I exclaimed casually to a dear friend that i didnt feel the enormity of the number that has just become my age. I was told to wait.

I didnt have to wait too long. Different was on its way. My handwriting has changed. Its become more horizontally illegible rather than the previous vertically hyper sharpened lines that looked like some egyptian script which was really beautiful to see from far, but from near could only be comprehended by moi. Next, i suddenly find the color orange very attractive. No more purple or violet. hmm. what was the difference, one is light one is dark..blah..ive been told again and again.ok then where does indigo fit in to all of this. someone needs to stop calling colors by its name, and just describe how the color makes you feel. and not only the favourites. everything. Maybe there are still a lot of colors that i havent seen to truly have a favourite. But in total accordance to who i know i am, i will never have a favourite color. All colors make the world i know. And i love the world i know.

And then the shocker. We've got to choose our area of specialization next semester. And i have decided to choose marketing. No more finance. Well heres the reasoning, on turning twenty i realised what i would be doing if i were in the field of finance. probably become an investment banker like id wanted to become and then what... Ive only got less than a hundred years to live and I AM NOT going to spend that crunching numbers for some rich guy.. yes thats what investment bankers do.. they can never sleep.. they make bets on other peoples money.. they have to make money from money.. and if they dont they are fired.. no wonder they get paid really high.. its not that i no longer love risk... I will risk only for myself. eg. if i still get a chance to become a sailor. i would. Even if the risk element in the form of the somalian pirates are there, that would be classified as a challenge and not a rrrrrrisk..Simple point.. i wont waste my emotions... for someone else.. ive only got a hundred years to live.. repeatez.. But this doesnt mean i dont want to become the finance minister of this country.  and not its not the 15 year old winning the tug. If qualified in public policy and given a chance. I would certainly accept the post, the only caveat being that the communists must come back  to power.

I am going to choose something that ive always loved. Advertising. And it is my conviction that given the economic conditions at the time I graduate , marketers will be the ones that will be needed to pull the economy from the abyss, not people who can cuddle numbers. They are for the times of prosperity. And that is when?