Canada Bill Jones's Supplement
A Smith and Wesson beats four aces.

As said before, this day, 21 years ago, on a Warm Sunday evening, I entered this planet called earth.
A celebration of that is what is in the picture.

Lip-smacking vegetarion pizzas in lieu of the cake.
And I DID NOT eat the entire thing. I shared with cousins.

21, I suppose is a landmark age for anybody. It is usually associated with a person turning independent. On retrospect, have I turned so? I may have, I may have not. It is for others to judge.
But whatever the answer, in less than two months time, hopefully, I have to lead a pretty independent life, in a country half-way around the world. That is a necessity for me, not a choice.
I have enjoyed these 21 years of existence. Whatever little childhood experiences I could have captured, I have. I am hoping that these would help me, as I venture out into adulthood, or atleast provide a diversion to my normal life.
I have learnt a lot. It is often said that these early years are when a person learns a lot. I am no different. These are to aid me in my future, hopefully.
I have done a lot of mistakes, and have suffered a few failures. But then, I say to myself:

To err is human
and
Failures are the stepping stones to success

(Quite cliched, isnt it).
Looking back, will I miss it? Those early years, when me and all my cousins were of that same age, we used to spend a lot of happy times together. Now it is no longer possible. I do miss that.
If given a time-machine, would I ever go back to these formative years? I cannot say for sure. I wouldnt know the end-result of that decision.
As the sun sets on just another day, all I can say for now, is that I should look very hopefully and positively to the present and the future.