Turning 30

As it happens every year, this December 29 also, it happened to be my birthday. Not such a famous day till now, as the only celebrity I know whom I share my birthday with is Twinkle Khanna, born a good 8 years before me, better known nowadays as Mrs Akshay Kumar.
 
This birthday was a special one.
 
Like my thirteenth birthday, which gave me the special feeling of triumph, of a boy moving into his teens.
 
Like my twentieth birthday, which made me feel I really graduated from a teen to a big guy.
 
Like my twenty fifth birthday, when people around me told its time to show some level of maturity in my behaviour.
 
This was number thirty for me. 
 
As people say, it’s an age of transition. Even though I personally would still love to be called flirty at thirty, the number, like all the ones I had put up before this one, is not just another number. It is signalling that finally, I have stepped into middle ages.
 
I remember reading this line somewhere…. “The Age Thirty Transition is a difficult one; there is the danger of chaos and dissolution, the loss of hope for the future”.
 
Don’t know if that statement was true. But definitely I did not see that change in any of my friends who made the transition before me. They are as young (at heart) and trendy at thirty as they have been at thirteen.
 
And some people say that it’s time for a little grey hair to set in. I don’t really mind that too. MS Dhoni, who hit thirty a good one year before me has a lot more grey on his sideburns that I have. Only spots of the lighter shade on my tresses are the ones on my head that I had been keeping since my teens. Only that I have been losing tresses in the process of gaining glamour. As most guys say nowadays after the advent of Fahad Fazil, a bit of baldness is a good fashion statement. Add to the new greys coming up on the top left corner of the little French beard I keep nowadays. Hope it develops itself to the glamorous proportions of Big B.
 
One thing that’s special about birthdays is gifts. I had written last year too, about one of the special gifts that I had received on one of my previous birthdays. Some of you found it funny, some of you found it stinky, but most of you liked it.
 
This year too those regular things were there, but something special popped up.
 
My ex-boss told me once that people discover their way forward by the time they enter the age that I am in now. Before that, most of us may have had good careers and success, but something small or big that happens at this epoch, shows us the direction. He was speaking directly in reference to my specific interest in blogging that I had developed over the last two years or so, and how I went about from being an ordinary blogger to someone who is considered good enough to be picked up by Cinthol for the Alive is Awesome blogging campaign. He would say that maybe writing was the key to my life, instead of wasting time being the white collar guy that I am, I should go ahead and write in full throttle.
 
Some of my initial literatures have been inspired from the sparks that were given to me by one close dear friend. And it was she who sent me the special gift this season – a collection of Chetan Bhagat’s novels.
 
 
She did remember that sometime back, when she was reading my blogs inspired from her, I told her that I wanted to be the next CB. It was a pure hype and exaggeration that I had put into those words; just to show off that my blog was also world class. But those words stuck.
 
During our conversations, some time I casually mentioned to her that I had not read any of CB’s novels, despite loving the synopsis of most of those, and the ones that had been made into movies. And despite the urge to read those, I told her, I still don’t know why I had not bothered to pick a copy of any of those from those stores I visited or from flipkart.com.
 
Those were the reasons I feel, that made her gift those books to me – a perfect collection of five CB authored books.
 
Now you would be thinking what is so special in receiving CB’s books on courier on a birthday. Well, the special was the message that came along with it….
 
 
“To my best friend – a small stepping stone to be the best writer”
 
Nothing has motivated me more than these words in recent times. It has come from a person, who really pushed the writer in me to be creative. And it has provided the right impetus for my ingenuity to be pushed ahead.
 
“A small stepping stone….”  
 
For me – “this small stepping stone, is a great destination itself”
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