Going on 30!

Today I am turning 30. It is a age when the tomfoolery of the 20s stop and the wisdom of 30s take over. Except in my case, I dont think it will happen. For one, I always thought I am somekind of a exceptionally talented guy who doesn't have to go with the rules. And for another, I never thought I am capable of tomfoolery anyway. That aside, I took a few moments to look back at what I have done with my life these past 30 years and its not that bad. On the personal front, I have done very well. Infact if one use money as a measure of success I've made money that I thought was impossible to make when I got this job 9 years back. Sadly, money doesn't measure anything.
I've always considered myself lucky. Lucky to have the right breaks and the right people in life. I had some very good friends (where the hell are they, anyway?), the girls were all pretty and never made much of a noise when I ditched them (Thank You all!!) and some were very obliging to ditch me, Wife was full of understanding and was willing to put up with me(Again, a big Thank you!), a son who actually is the only person who can impose his will on me, a great brother and loving parents. The list of good things in my life never seem to end.
On the social front, I dont think I hit anything that I wanted to do. No field works and no social contributions. It is something that I have to work on for the next 10 years.
I was going through my old journals and was looking a list of things that I wanted to do in my life. Written in 1993 and 1997, except for a few items, the list remains unfulfilled and have made a decision to start working on few of those things. It just goes to show that I haven't even crossed the middle mark in my life in terms of the goals. While I am happy with the way my life is unfolding, I am also dissatisfied with the way my social life is going. Need to work on that.


Kannan said...

Big 30 ?

test said...

Big Thakyou for the ditches?

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