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7. It’s okay to be broke

We can’t be broke at 30. At 20s it’s okay to live without a budget, have ‘an easy come-easy go’ policy regarding money. To some it might be even cool. Try doing doing this on 30 & you’ll be tagged irresponsible & maybe a borderline hippie.


6. Embarrassment is Legendary

-> Grabbing things with toes, transferring them in hands instead of picking them up.

-> Competing with friends over who can be lazier & procrastinate more. And, feeling genuinely proud after knowing that you’re laziest of all the people whom you know.

-> Daydream dates (and much more) with favorite celebs & win mental arguments with boyfriend.

-> Drink till you puke & then drink some more till you pass out.

These are just a few fun acts of the 20 something people which ‘groan’ ups will be so embarrassed about. What ‘groan’ ups consider embarrassing makes Epic & Legen…wait for it…dary stories for the 20 years olds.

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5.  Feel no shame in Google-ing everything

From how to make ‘Dal Chawal’ to How to file IT Returns. From how to flirt online to how to drape a saree, in 20s we google up, youtube up everything! Poor adults they’re just expected to know these things.


4.  Best things in life happen while

A.  Drinking.

B.  Drinking & puffing sutta/ ‘babaji ki booti’

C.  Unemployed.

D.  Anytime after 10pm


3.  Every break up is followed by online stalking

The ‘groan’ ups will never understand our pathological need to keep a virtual tab on the ex. Why we need to see the fb updates or twitter status etc etc? ‘Groan’ ups are all about healthy break ups & moving on.


2.   Quater life crisis

That stage somewhere between 24-27, when one feels so lost. Everything seems wrong job, relationships et. all. That’s a phase worse than teenage & ‘groan’ ups never get that!

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Why being on the wrong side of the 20s is such a big deal!!! And why we would rather get dumped or get fired than to turn 30.


As you can see, I am strongly ‘Team 20s’ & the fact that nobody gets us. And then,  I came across this e-book ‘Speed Breakers’ (https://www.facebook.com/speedbreakersthebook?ref=profile). It’s about the quarter life crisis of a West Delhi girl, who is so Me (well that is if I ignore that she’s a Delhite & everything that comes with it).

I was surprised that the author Devangini M Chauhan ( https://www.facebook.com/devangini.m.chauhan ) could describe the innermost fears, silliest desires & craziest butterflies in the stomach of  20 something girl so vividly!

So, I decided to nag her & nag her more to share here on this blog, her experience of writing this book. And as always, nagging worked!



Devangini M Chauhan

(Author Speed Breakers)


It had consumed me completely.

Writing my first book, that is. From the moment I heard this girl’s story, thanks to Akanksha, I knew that Tamanna Singh would take over my life.

Let me introduce this character first.

A young twenty something year old (obviously on the right side of 20, considering how we start palpitating once we hit 25 and forget to enjoy our twenties thereafter), Tamanna Singh is from West Delhi. Hers is a true story. She smokes drinks and curses like a sailor. She loves fashion, she loves her phone and all the apps that make her life “worth living”, more organized and more of pretty much everything. And in all of this, she has a single justification in place: she’s having fun until her parents get her married.

But the speed breaker comes in the form of Ankit Gehlawat. A new chapter unfolds as she starts dating the London settled Jat boy; albeit online – they meet for the first time, about a year after they actually hooked up online.

Needless to say, her world is turned upside down by two sets of honour worshipping, warring parents who suddenly realise that the kids have had enough of a free run, and that the leash needs to be tightened.

Now, writing this book was a matter of losing sleep, appetite and all semblance of what someone would otherwise term as a life. I went into hermit mode and completed the tome in about ten days.

Here’s the troublesome bit:

I actually went right back to my twenties; even though I have left them behind only a year ago. I became a 23 year old, college going girl, toying with the idea of a career and a boyfriend: one who would take me seriously. And things definitely looked different to me: because at 23, I was married and toying with the idea of having a baby. The said baby arrived three years later, amid much fanfare, and I became a happy stay at home mother.

Until, that is, this book happened.

Now, I am an author, living vicariously through a character from Delhi. Enjoying all those things I should have, as a twenty something year old.

And that is where the trouble began.

The book took me back in terms of romance too. I had all but forgotten what a fluttering heart, what tucking in a stray strand of hair to distract from an emotionally laden moment, what a blushing smile released upon hearing a compliment, used to feel like. I revisited all those things once again.

And that is where trouble for my sedate husband began.

The book also took me to various college campuses, on the promotion trail, sticking up posters in random cafes, talking to college kids and watching them as they giggled their way through life, phone firmly in hand.

And that is where the trouble vanished. I looked at my life, my home, my daughter, and my writing: and I knew I already had it all. With that, all my trepidation vanished. I finally embraced my thirties. I have now become a woman proud of her experienced ways, of exposure to the real world, of not having to punctuate every sentence with “naa” and “giggle, giggle, giggle.”

At thirty, I am finally ready to hold myself responsible for my own happiness, and walk my path without waiting for someone to take charge for me, as I bat my eyelashes. I now know the difference between a false sense of entitlement, and self respecting ways filled with positive thinking and hope; ready to leave the former behind.

I thank this book for helping me transition from a lost twenty year old, to a new found thirty year old.

To all those head strong, savvy twenty something year olds around me: I appreciate all of you; from you, I have learnt to stop and smell the roses.

To all those thirty something year olds: remember, thirty is the new twenty. Rinse and repeat when changing nappies, staying up nights, and making the school run.