About change, and about smiling at it

I wonder for how many people does the notion of a New year bring fresh energy and enthusiasm, that is, a prolonged and persistant one. Most of the time, people start out scribbling their resolutions for the year, hardly unique from others, hardly different from the last year's new year resoltions. And at some point when they find themselves sloppily hugging their pillows in the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, they're all like "It's still January?!".

As for me, although things aren't entirely different, the month of January gives an additional push; it's my birthday which falls on the 18^th of this chilling and beautiful month of the year. Yes, it was my Birthday which just passed by!
Birthday in January has always been a good thing to me. When I was a kid, I could easily calculate my age when in doubt. In 2000 I'm 10 and in 2001 I'm 11. It was pretty simple math; I never had to bother much as to whether my birthday had passed.
And now I'm 21. Thoughts about it? Nothing. I'm already out of teenage, so there's no filmy farewell to be given to the same. And its not yet an age when I have to bother about getting older or becoming increasingly vulnerable to the common illnesses for which uncles and aunties jog around in the morning chill.

I can feel the youth, slightly. And its needs: reaching out, creating, making a difference? I look back and see how immature was my first puppy love, or how silly were a number of other conversations I had. And now, there is a pleasure in helping people out in my own way, with the things I've learned.
At college, a number of things we do becomes the last of their kind, for us. The final lab record, the final semester exam.. It is a peculiarity of the final year to force this prefix onto everything we do. A wonderful college experience was what I expected and for which I got disappointed. A wonderful life is what I expect and for which I won't disappoint myself.

I wish I had a lot of time, for the things I want to do right now. Time management - there's always a limit to it(Wow that'd make an awesome demotivational poster, with kittens on them?).

Today morning I had a dream of getting a job at Apple, and I went to Steve Jobs' house with a colleague of mine. He(Steve) was walking around in a green t-shirt and trousers, and he seemed too busy to notice us. I had a Mac in my hands, with the keypad unusually small. And then I was suddenly in my room(at my home), thank god, with the Mac still in my hands. My mom was standing beside me and shouting, "Hey, you have this whitish laptop now, why don't you give your old laptop to your sister?". And I replied.. "No mom, I'll keep both of them. Let her continue using the bulky desktop".

The dream switch back to Steve's house, from where we got out without ever talking to him. The colleague was starting his bike. I told him "Hey, I'm also coming". But he says "I'm going the other way", and rides off into the distance. And I kept staring at the empty road.

No, working at Apple had never been a title in my conscious dreams :D.

Images!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sara/215916577/

http://www.guardiangiftexperiences.co.uk/novelty_gifts/showallcard5-1.aspx

http://www.techdreams.org/cool-stuff/steve-jobs-portrait-created-with-apple-fonts/2539-20090513

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