Hung over at the ' a year over' phenomenon

Why does it have to be true, why does it have to be a feeling so blue
Its like going to office on a Monday, even when your birthday is on a Sunday
mundane, insane one more year older to add to your pain
twenty seven year older and not able to think about life ahead over the boulder
at work, in a online social network or even among the young achieving turks
your old age lurks, in time i guess only peace with self is all that works
spend thrift and life spent in a dirty drift
you need not head to the right or left
enjoy your linear life and stock up for the senior strife

Non-specific dislike

Hate and love.Life and beyond. Why can't truth be the currency, why we supplement our words and feelings to give the truth the miss? Is it to keep people around you happy? Is societal pressures of so much importance?
I think it is love for our close-ones as seen by society, that affects its tryst with the real world around you. Yes you shan't not care. However, if you cannot deal with life in its currency and face up to its challenges, then there may still be no meaning to life other than the way you see people around you perceive it.
Stay real, stay true and love people, life and the opportunities you have/been offered. Too littered to make clear sense but the deeper the sea the uglier the current; and calmer the sky the more disturbing the horizon. Never feel let down, never give up and you shall be an explanation/evidence/truth and manifestation of Gita/any holy book revered by humans as the ultimate guide to righteousness, moral uprightness and humanity and you could still be ignorant of religion.

Bye bye Ms. American Vie

What do you do when you leave a lawless land! You wonder about the freedom you are not going to get somewhere else. I am so used to buying my food at 60 bucks a meal that I wont be able to digest the food in Bombay after I leave Gurgaon. I have used an auto rickshaw only about ten times in the last 4 years in Gurgaon, how am I going to manage to hire the autos so common in Mumbai.
I never liked my paneer or my acidity trouble by keeping up all night, eating no proper food and it seems so endearing now(today).
I liked the default parathas for breakfast, lunch and my dinner and now I will have to eat something I have to choose from in a huge menu with a list of dishes. The lonely drives on my Bajaj XCD on roads that seemed new always will slowly turn into a routine as stirring as honeybees flocking the bee hive and me being caught up in between. I will miss the random 90's hindi remix playlists and the sudden fits of dancing and merry making any day or any time that has happened.
I liked people poking fun of Rajni and I evened joined them in there acts because I had friends who liked joking bout the 'SuperStar' himself. And now will I turn into an ardent fan of his yet again?
I liked having the interesting but nevertheless useless discussions even when it was already 2 in the night and even when my deliverable was scheduled to be sent out. Will I get a chance to re live that pressure and fun time again, I guess now time only can tell.
Will I get my eventful lunch breaks back, will I listen to tip tip barsa paani rndomly at 3 in the night, will I have breakfast at Mc D's at 4 in the morning, would I randomly end up in a place like I landed in Jaipur one fine morning or will I get to play a free tabla in office...only time can tell is it? so supremely annoying. Whoever tried reading this...please don't tell me you did not understand anything or it was utter non-sense and the post absolutely made no sense.
I still think its not the end and I shall not change myself beyond those momentary lines that I started this paragraph with.
Gurgaon: You shall be missed and I wont even talk about missing friends.