Turning 30
Turning 30
I just
turned 30 and it’s amusing that I’ve had people making a huge deal out of this march
ahead into a new decade. I hear my peers sympathising over “30," saying it
in whispered tones and with the feel of something that shouldn’t be named
(sounds like Voldy, eh?)
Well, ‘30’
is probably one of the most intriguing milestones in one’s life. It is kind of
an inflection point (math & stats experts would love this metaphor!)
where you might witness a sharp change in your fortunes, be it from bad to good
or the other way round. Financially, you might be going above the ‘X’ axis but
your body graph starts going below it! ‘30’ is hard to classify as old or young.
For starters, you may be perceived as ‘old’ by the bunch of kids playing in
your housing society or by the group of college-going students in a hangout
place. However, the professional industry will still think you as a greenhorn
or newbie since you would be having less than 6-7 years of work experience.
I think
some people are scared of 30 because it feels like the end of youth, that it’s
a distinct marker between being young and getting older. To someone finishing
his education, it taunts them that they should be earning. To the bachelor,
pressure to get married hangs overhead like the sword of Damocles. And to the
married, it starts ringing an alarm to bear kids! For my female colleagues, it
sounds like a limited period offer flashing – “Open for baby making business
…For a limited time only… the Baby Making Machine is 80% off!” Also, 30 is the
period when the little wrinkles that form by the side of your eyes when you
smile will probably stay after the smile subsides, your head starts getting
into autumn / fall season with no spring in sight and the beginnings of a small
paunch become visible. At 30, you are expected to shoulder responsibilities of
not only your spouse & younger ones but also your parents. Indeed, it looks
like a heartless world out there.
I beg to
differ. It’s hard trying to measure up when you’ve created an imaginary ruler
in your mind. And I think it’s easy to get caught up with dreading birthdays
rather than celebrating them. But when you really think about it, is there a
more joyous occasion than marking the passing of a year, noting all of its
lessons, trials and triumphs, and gearing up for a new one?
To me,
turning 30 is exciting. At this juncture, more often than not, you have settled
into a good role professionally, you are earning well, settled financially.
Most of us would have finished around 5-7 years of work-experience and at this
point, we know who we are, what we want out of life and most likely figured out
how to get there. There is a sense of having some expertise that has arisen out
of the experience – be it domain, functional, technical etc. The early tumultuous
days of finding your feet in the corporate world are over and you can look
forward to consolidating over this wonderful foundation that has been built.
You are financially secure to some extent, can actually purchase that fancy
gizmo, luxury watch or the foreign trip that so far you had only aspired.
Even as
your body starts to age, other things may be just beginning to blossom. The
self-confidence that comes with growing older has been one of my happiest
discoveries. It is okay to be yourself, even if other people don't like it. You
are not affected by vanity trends or the pressure to have your picture ‘liked’
by n number of connections. You can actually be yourself. In most cases, you
are yet to expand your family and parents more likely are well-off physically
as well as financially. This is the period where you can relax, loosen-up some
restraint and live for yourself before the domestic responsibilities start
kicking in. Your social circle starts growing smaller, which is probably a good
thing, because you will relinquish the side-dishes and make your network
tighter by retaining the quality connections whom you can bank on for fun,
help, advice.
My 20’s
were like the stepping stones to get to where I needed to be by 30. I can
proudly look back on my 20’s and remember all that I learned, all of the
mistakes I made, all of the heartbreaks, ups and downs, and trying to find
myself. With a loving wife who will be my constant partner in the journey
ahead, and ably supported by strong edifices that are my parents, I look
forward to the newer decade and the glorious uncertainties it has to offer! And
I hope you’ll join me…
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