So its that time of the year when people start questioning my very existence or maybe the purpose of my existence. Its the time when I celebrate the birth of my existence.
Another year! Another birthday!
From 30 to early 30s to soon racing to mid-30s to finally late 30s. Life racing like anything and I have just started discovering life. I like to quietly usher in my birthday. The one thing I hate about celebrating my birthday is “celebrating” my birthday. I admit its nice to know that people remembered your birthday.
But then birthdays become an audit point. A moment when everybody looks back at your life and start analyzing what I have achieved or what I have not achieved. With most of my friends having married, I cut a sorry figure of being not married. Its the time of the year again, when taunts are taken with a pinch of salt.
The definition of success changes with growing age. I guess one is never successful enough to make others happy.
That’s why I prefer people forgetting my birthday. Its easier that way, for me!
There are some who never forget my birthday. Mathew and Lize are one of them. The family joins the group. Chetan forgot it last year. Amol forgets it every year. Rahul sometimes forgets. Bhavik never forgets.
Chetan, Amol, Rahul and Bhavik have been my college friends. Things have changed a lot from then. Chetan, Amol and Rahul are married now. Yesterday they came with their spouses. Their family changes the equation a lot. Its a sort of disconnect with them. I don’t feel a part of them anymore. I am just complaining here but then to justify my uncomfortableness, I am supposed to mix with them after 4 years of their marriage. And I am still uncomfortable with couples.
Three couples becomes a little too much to handle. Its just an endless struggle to fit-in and every time falling a tad too short.
The people who remembered my birthday remembered it this year too. Those who didn’t were reminded by the people who always did and so surprisingly, a lot many people wished me.
The phone rang the whole day. I saw three cakes this year. Mathew and Lize have been bringing cake since the time I have been back in India. This time too they bought one.
The college friends also brought me one!
Sunday being a holiday, the office colleagues couldn’t miss the chance. So saw the third cake today.
There have been times when my birthday has gone without anyone wishing me leave alone a cake to cut and this year its raining cakes.
The office friend brought extra cream to color me white. I have to admit, the detailed picture look scary.
A party for them is still pending.
However my hints suggesting them the new Nikon lens have gone on deaf years. The only option left was to spell it out and send them the URL to order them online. Maybe next year!
So another year goes by! Hopefully, the situation would not be so gloomy next year.