Thusly Thirty

Notion - For I turned thirty!
Song - Vienna(Billy Joel)

The year 2017 began with a single rumbling murmur - this is the year you will turn thirty. Thirtieth birthday. 

Hmm.

I wasn't hazed or dazed by it to be honest. I 'hmm'ed at that thought quite matter-of-factly through January, February and March. I would feign a sense of anxiety now and then just to assuage others' inquiry. Come April, I still found myself to be of a soundly hinged mind so I decided to seed some anxiety by setting some goals to be achieved before the D-day. It was almost May end and I realized that my quintessential lack of discipline to attain set goals had not had the desired effect on my eerie calmness. 

I let it go.

I turned thirty.

I could very well stop here for that's all I have to say about turning thirty. But it has been brought to my attention that this moment seemingly is a life changing milestone. So I decided to honor it in my own way.

I love my birthday. Unapologetically. And each one is equally special and joyous for me. Sure, other people who have joined me in my celebrations may not have equally fond memories;some might have scarring memories(apologies!). But in the end, it's a day of happiness all around me. The thirtieth one was just so too. But not a single soul failed to ask or at least imply 'how I was handling it'. None seemed to have believed my utter nonchalance. And hence I nudged my mind one last time - 'Are you OK?'

All was well. But it definitely made me collect my thoughts. 

When I think about all the popular age milestones I have crossed - 13, 18, 22(Engineering, you see), 25 - oddly, none seem to have had especially thrilled me or jerked me. They simply made me happy. But I do remember my 26th birthday. And that's where I could locate all the anachronistic panic and anxiety. Incidentally, a lot had changed that year. A lot was gambled for in the 25th year, personally and professionally, and life had, rightly so, not turned out to be as it was dreamt to be. And so began a journey of being aware and informed in life yet clueless. Strangely, such journeys were exciting when I was younger and just clueless.

But this in no way did deter the spirit of celebrating my birthday. A glamorously wise friend had once preached that 26,27,28,29 are insignificant years of one's life. They are actually quite easily exchangeable in my case. However, it now dawns as an epiphany on to me that all that panic and anxiety of turning 30, came a little too early for me and got spread over these so called insignificant years. And since I had labeled them nondescript in my mind, I never gave a thought to my state of mind each year.

Had I done so, I might have realized that I had inadvertently ended up setting goals for each year and either achieved them or moved on gracefully. Life happened as it always does. And it took control in its own lively way.

I thus had turned 30, the moment I stopped being 25. And I seem to have gotten good at it in these past four years. Time to start practicing being 50 I suppose.

Always a non-conformist in ways of life, I don't know if the next aging milestone will leave me equally unperturbed or largely affected. But I do know this - that I needed a trigger to blog and turning (officially) 30 was just that astronomically suited a moment.

Blogs, for me, shall never be a wondrous tale to tell and hence for you, well, of no consequence none whatsoever. But they certainly will be a kick-start for something new that just seemed lost in time.

Why would you even consider reading it, you ask? 

Besides getting to embarrass me (hopefully offline!), there will be one trivial aspect to each blog - A notion and a song associated to the thoughts penned(typed) down.

Happy Birthday to me :P!