Birthday and New Year Pointers

~Read more (doing well but there is always room for improvement)
~Work towards another degree (If the heart is willing, the junk crammed machinery that is the brain will follow suit)
~Earn more, budget properly and save money (ehem!! Wish you all the best)
~Learn to swim (bribe roomie to give company)
~Visit Goa (the whole world has visited it)
~Visit Delhi, the city where I was lost. Perhaps, to find myself this time. (Brother and many friends including Dr. J, my childhood friend and one of the coolest doctors around is also there. Boy, she has got the looks, brains, attitude and the money too. And she is taken)
~Visit home (Big brother has had his second child. You will hate it if you will have to be introduced to your own family. It is time the Aunty on the phone show her face to her little niece and sing along Tinkle Tinkle Litten Star)
~Call up parents every week-end. (It is your turn now)
~Reduce shopping sprees. Have too many clothes (well, let us relax on this)
~Wake up earlier (Respect the motive behind the invention of the alarm clock)
~Keep fit and be healthy (One push-up every New Year is not called an exercise)
~Pamper self (You deserve it)
~Social work (You can get a little more serious with the children)
~Sing and dance (As you have always been doing. Been shameless even when you brey. Now, why pretend?)

Now, the heart of the matter is the matter of the heart. I promised myself I won’t have any new dates last year and I succeeded. Well, almost :-) Something also tells me, I’ll find true love this time. Friends rightly call me ‘the eternal romantic’ So here are the pointers:

Not be reckless with the heart of someone who cares (Enough of putting one foot in a relationship. Mr. Nice guys deserve some nice woman who is not necessarily you. No back-up strategies or multi-tasking. It is ok with being a bitch but no, you don’t want to become THE bitch.)

Not put up with someone who is reckless with mine (Move on, he doesn’t know what he is missing. How else do you console yourself?)

It is my birthday again and it is bad manners to make fun of old people.

I continue living and I continue learning. A line from a song by Tori Amos: “Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.”