My Thirtieth year……

So 9th September 2008. My ” Thirtieth Year to heaven”…3 decades. WOW. Let me see if I had ever thought I would be writing this on my 30th year. Let’s do a quick recap of whatever I remember of my last 3 decades.

Many memories, many faces. Some had faded into oblivion, some deliberately been sent to oblivion. Many wishes, many dreams, some realised and some got lost somewhere in the hard reality.

At 8, I wanted to be a pilot. Wanted to fly. Control the big metalic bird on sky. My first air trip from Dibrugarh to Kolkata ( then Calcutta) was by Indian. I wanted to be at the cockpit. People around me said ” be on the ground; dont fly so high”. Sad, but true. Nobody encouraged an 8 year old’s flights of fancy! Later reality stuck in a different way because I realised I was VERY VERY poor in Mathematics and Physics.

When I was 12 I started dancing, leanrt Kathak. Then I wanted to become a classical dancer. Wanted to pursue dance at Bishwa Bharati University. Again Maths happened and dance stopped happening.

At 15, Love (?) happened. After 5 years of ” being in love”, at 20 love “unhappened”. Last 2 years of love left some unfogetable scars. But then life went on. I completed my graduation. Then I wanted to pursue my PG from JNU. That didnt happen. I did my PG alright but not from JNU. 1 out of 2, not bad, what say?

During PG final, dad showed an ad on Times of India. It was the admission ad of Indian Institute of Tourism and Travel Management, Gwalior. Thought of giving it a try even though mom was after me to become a teacher! Thus tourism happened. Finally something I love happened. The year at Gwalior had been so far the best year.

So thus I complete 3 decades amidst happenings and “unhappenings”.