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I’m increasingly finding myself spending all my free time with Kanishka and Avantika.

Kanishka and Avantika are one of the cutest couples I have ever known and watching them together sometimes makes me want to get married myself. What I like best about them is how well they complement each other. Kanishka is an Engineer, CA, MBA and high-flying FMCG marketer all rolled into one and has the slightly world-weary air of a wise man who has seen too much of the world too early. Avantika, on the other hand, is a lawyer who has left the corporate rat race to work with an NGO, and looks at everything with an infectious wide-eyed, child-like curiosity. They are both very interesting people by themselves, but together, they are absolutely adorable.

Both Kanishka and I have been going through a introspective phase of late. Both of us have been taking stock of what we have achieved so far, setting goals for what we want to achieve going forward and searching for tools to help us achieve our goals. Every time we have met during the past few weeks, Kanishka and I have ended up exchanging notes on what we need to do to become all that we want to, and my 30 by 30 list was, in part, a result of these conversations.

It seems that I’m not the only one putting up goals on my blog.

Alex Shalman has started a Gotta Get Goals meme and blogging biggies like Liz Strauss have joined in.

Consider yourself tagged.

Also see - Aaron Potts.

Cross-posted as a guest-post on Melody’s blog.

The voice in my head is telling me that it’s time to begin a new life.

As I move into a new role at work, in a new financial year, almost thirty months away from my thirtieth birthday, my thoughts turn to the questions I have often asked myself -

- What is the purpose of my life?
- What do I really want to do with it?
- What will I leave behind when I’m done?

As always, I don’t have answers to any of these questions. I don’t know the purpose of my life, or what I want to do with it, or what I’ll leave behind when I’m done. What I do know is that I haven’t done enough with my life, not nearly enough.

Sometimes, I think of a fat, ugly, awkward twelve year old boy I once knew. He studied in a Hindi-medium government school at one godforsaken end of Patna, read Chacha Choudhary comic books in Hindi, and struggled to put together one sensible sentence in English. He wore thick glasses in a cheap plastic frame, hand-me-down ill-fitting too-short shorts, and white-and-blue rubber slippers from Bata. He watched Chitrahaar on Doordarshan and third grade Hindi movies on a black and white TV with his parents. He sucked at sports, stammered when he spoke to girls and was bullied by his classmates for being the teachers’ pet. That totally pathetic boy was me.