So people have already started asking me questions about how do I feel about hitting three –oh . and honestly my answer is same as it was 10 years back..super !
I fail to understand why 30 is looked at with such dread and depression, its just another number right ? no ? ok here me out while I give you my reasons to be super happy about thirty.
When I was 16 I wanted to marry Sherlock Holmes and live in a farmhouse, cook green peas soup for my children and feed my black Labrador. I am pretty close to the cooking of the green peas and the child, however G got luckier than Mr Holmes and the Labrador is a “to do list” nominee though
At 14 I knew I wanted to be a neurosurgeon because this was one word that sounded as cool as astronaut. I had no clue this dealt with any form of chemistry or biology so I am very happy today with my Masters in business studies.
I have never been the kinds who was ruled by her age, never. I asked my father about a contaception when I was 9 years old(i read or saw some ad i guess ), I was found reading Sidney Sheldon at 11, I was contemplating to run from my house at 16, I was wearing shorts and slippers to the local market at 16, while my friends would be preening in their finery, I roamed with one unplucked eyebrow when I was 17 since it was too painful, waxing was an alien concept till 3 days before my marriage and till date I like blowing bubbles inside my Pepsi bottle with a straw when we go out to eat.
When I look at my childhood pictures, I don’t know whether I should blame the camera, or the lights in the picture, but yes I was a very abnormal looking child, add to it short hair, a toy gun on my shoulder and roaming inside the drains of the neighborhood.
30 years later, some facials later, a nicer self made wardrobe later, I love what I see when I look into the mirror. No crows feet, but lots of laughter lines, no extra tyres but lots of memories of the beautiful meals I have had as a family, no split ends but a healthy head full of happy and postive thoughts, not XL size clothes but knowing that this body has way too much awesomeness to be determined by size zero or 2.
Being a woman is a blessing and i never have i wondered why me. its about recognizing what you want today, accepting you are here and make the most of it..about being a woman..embracing this with my soul. Getting here has taught me that its not about the way one looks or appears, it how you think of yourself to be. Stand up for your believes, and if the world laughs at your dreams, pity them.But dont stop dreaming. Its about believing in Him that He has plans for you..it will all be perfect 5 years from now,just dont loose faith.
Being thirty is the greatest reminder for me to be thankful to God for what I have achieved and what I have been blessed with. I have been blessed with the most loving family I could ask for but I have achieved to keep a family together, I have been blessed with a beautiful face and mind but I have achieved a happy lifestyle that does not let alchohol or junk food abuse it. I have been blessed with a thoughtfull educated family but I have strived hard to earn my degree. God has been kind enough to give me some really crazy fun loving friends, but I have got over my ego and false pride to nurture friendship. And lastly I know God had kept G safely tucked away for me for so many years but the minute I saw him, I knew this is the reason I never walked on a beach, I was meant to take my first walk on the beach holding his hand. I did ! and today with our little baby…I will miss my Vodka shots though !
And as far as survival is concerned outside my home I have pretty much managed to fight it out .I love being with people I love and dont let the other kinds bother me .I can ride a cycle, I ride a bike to work and pretty much anywhere if there is a road. Some of my most crazy memories with Elic Chen is riding my bike in high heels, under torrential rain, ona dark stretch of a mud road !! I can change fuse bulbs, cook the perefect bologaines Pasta, clear a jammed drain, make a decently effective home made face pack,speak in four languages fluently,red a book all by meslf in a remote corner of the beach and feel abslutely sexy about it, sit alone and sip a coffee confidently in a Delli without feeling conscious, take my own pictures from my phone , without being conscious of the people around, don’t think twice to break into a dance if the music is good and if my daughter laughs her 6 teeth out,make love to the same man for the rest of my life and feel as good as the first time,accept that men and umbilical chords are a universal pain and have to be dealt with,understand and accept that my parents are the only people who can love me like they do, pretend to be absolutely euphoric even if I am a mess inside, wear high heels and walk for 2 hours gracefully, take compliments gracefully and flirt intelligently .
What can I say…30 is what you make of it ! so go ahead, live life with atleast 3 big secrets that you take to your grave, boast of that one time you got so drunk you have no clue what happened, make it a habbit to slow down your car when you see an delderly person or kid try to cross the road, learn to wait in queque, look and feel gorgeous in a saree and in a pair of old shorts ,send your mom the brightest red roses on her birthday, kiss the man and make up no matter how bad the fight is but never agree to what you don’t believe in, save enough money to buy that perfect leather bag and black heels, keep a black lace set in handy for weekends after the drinks, send out that message to your best friend right now and tell her/him that he is a totally the best,keep a set of clothes ready to pack and leave on a sudden vacation, the perfect mug for the mornng cuppa, have atleast one past admirer who still is one, get up on the table and dance, smile everytime you drop the toilet roll on the wet bathroom floor, question authority if it seems unfair, dont worry about the few notes in your wallet, count your blessings
It is just a number, you will rock it allways ..i know I will !
Happy 30 Sulagna