What 10-year plan?!

“So how do you see yourself 10 years from now?” she asked, her lovely, long eyelashes doing little to blunt her deep, sadistic gaze that cut right through me. I somehow always knew that this would be one of the questions. It always is!  But this time I hadn’t prepared for this one. I maintained a false calm about me as I bought split seconds before coming forth with the most apt of answers.

Inside me, my neurons had already recoiled, dug and traveled millions of layers deep to the first time I had confronted a similar question, 10 years back. Deep inside, at that time, I had wanted to be a rock star, and a business magnate; both combined. I’d have a big home with lush gardens, a cool workplace where I’d have teams excitedly going about one of my innovations. At night, I’d have a band playing my compositions. And I’d be living with my girl as well.

But well, I couldn’t have shared my innermost dreams with someone I had just met over an interview table. I also knew just what to say; just what she wanted to hear! I fabricated the most brilliant of responses – ambition and aggression bar none. I got the job!

Now, back to the present, another batch of neurons had already volunteered with the ferocity of warriors. Their frantic search in my deep brain-innards, had led to no answers.  They stood dejected, almost at the brink of sacrificing themselves at the altar of a ’10-years-from-now’ concoction.

I waived off their help. This time I didn’t need them. I just smiled at the lady with lovely, long lashes. “I don’t have a 10 year plan,” I said, as I got up to leave. “In fact,” to my own surprise, I added, “I don’t even have a 1-year plan.”

As expected, the lady was taken aback, her eyelashes started fluttering in rapid, disappointing movements as she looked beyond me. I walked out, sad to have an opportunity, but happy nevertheless to have conveyed what I really wanted to.

My last 1-year plan didn’t work, my last 5-year plan didn’t work, and if my last 10-year plan is anything to go by, I must have been stepping in an opposite direction.  I’m not a rock star today; nor am I a business tycoon.  In fact, I had just walked-in for a job interview!

I never had planned upon traveling continents, or climbing mountains, or writing, and playing music and sports – all of which have given me the most exhilarating moments of my . I never had even planned of coming across the most important and wonderful people I have in my life, . I never had planned the downs, nor the ups: they just happened. Rudely, without me even planning them!  Neither did I plan upon the attitude I currently have.

And tomorrow, if I get the right fit in the right place, I’d live up to it with as much passion as I would when climbing a mountain, or returning a volley!

So what 10-year plan!? Or a 5-year plan for that matter!?

What triviality! What haughtiness!