Last night I was going through a box filled with my childhood stuffs. I fished out all the birthday cards I had received over the years. I stood there thinking.
I tried to remember a few friends who had, in the tussle of life,
faded away from our memories and the birthday celebrations that have
faded with them.
I thought about the cordial wishes on birthday cards that have been
replaced by tailored wishes on Facebook. I realized how the count on
wishes from your friend list on Facebook mattered and the last time I
received a card for my birthday.
I remembered the times when I woke up in the morning and found
presents on my pillow or underneath it. The excitement and suspense to
open the presents made me wait for another year to celebrate another
I missed the birthdays when we took chocolates to school for the
whole class. It was like a custom. I don’t remember when it started but
my twin-sister and I ensured that we had chocolates for the whole
school. For me, or rather my parents, celebrating a twin birthday was
never easy. Everything needed to be in pairs- a pair of gifts, a pair of
cake, a pair of everything.
Back then the issue was that it was my birthday and everything had to
be special but now I look back and sub-consciously wondered if I should
have been there to share the cost.
Normally we don’t realize that parents too have birthdays and that
wishing them on their birthdays brings them the greatest joy. I quickly
recalled the birthdays of my parents and ensured that I am the first one
to wish them on their birthdays from now on.
When you are young, birthdays come with gifts. As you grow older, birthday treats mean booze, partying and a lot more booze.
As you grow old celebrating birthdays become childish yet you await
birthday wishes and presents year after year. After all it was the day
you were born.