Twenty-frikkin-Seven years

For people who know me, this is the customary birthday post that comes out every 13th of November (well more like from 2005) where I usually rant, ramble, cry, and sometimes appear to make mature comments on where life is heading.

My marketing professor, in his first class, told us to do what is called as a “Five-year-audit”. Every five years, sit and write down on a piece of paper (or notepad.exe and make sure you do a backup of your hard disk, those damn things don’t last 5 years!) about where you are, what you’re doing, and how you’re feeling about it. Then, write down where you wanted to be, what you want to do and how you actually want to feel (divorce wife, leave kids at grampas, kill mom-in-law, etc., are not valid “feels”). And then, compare notes 5 years later to see where you fell behind, what you lacked, basically, audit your life of the past 5 years.

Sounds… do-able right? NO. These things work for a year, or 5. I doubt how many could really follow it up.. well, if you could, you would be my marketing prof too, but you aren’t, so there… NOT MANY PEOPLE CAN DO IT!

I try to do an inverse every year. Find stuff to complain, and then complain about how I find stuff to complain, and then complain about complaining how I find stuff to complain. OK. I’ll stop.

For the first time in many years, (read 5), I can say I am happy. YES, you read it right.

Plenty of reasons to be happy about. I can’t really put them in an order but the biggest bhoj (read weight) off my heart has been my status, as in the “status” you fill in when facebook or orkut asks you for it. Yes, I am now, NOT single. Wooohooo, yipppeeee, claps, taliyaaa, before I come across as a despo, let me tell you something. After a almost 5-yr (what’s the eff with 5 in my life!!), on-off-on-on-off-off relationship, I finally managed to move on. Not that I never thought I couldn’t move on, but I DID move on. See the difference??? Between thinking you can do something and doing something?

Gave up all romantic notions of finding the perfect girl (yes count me in you cynics of “dreamgirl” concept), settled down more on the compatibility factor and whether I can live/share/like/“love” somebody who might be as flawed and as perfect as me. Simply put, a human rather than an abstract thought.

Things calmed down. Took turn for the better. Landed an admit (I had to give up a job though) in an up-and-coming university (depends on whom you ask) for an MBA degree (yes an MS wasn’t enough for me), with a scholarship, assistantship in a place where I always wanted to work (again, always wanted) with a fee waiver that saved almost 2/3rd of my fees.

Things are good at home. Happy to be uncle to my adorable niece and nephew (warning: Niece can get on your nerves, but then, which kid doesn’t?). Studying better and harder (lol) than the last time, actually listening to classes and following them. Getting good grades. Great friends!

Things could definitely be better, like I could use some patience and more humbleness in my relationship, be a better person with friends, call people more often and maintain relationships, have the guts to actually put my birthday up on the socio-networks and not to disable my wall for the period of 12-14th November (yes I know, WEIRD).

Things can always be better.

Things can be better.

Things are better.

So, with enough cheesiness to make a C-Bomb that could blow up half of the world, Ladies & Gentlemen (if there are any here) let me conclude my 27th annual birthday speech.

Ugh! Annual = birthday = once a year, you dumbass!!!

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