Growing up not sure for sure growing old..
A naked fact you dont want to be told...
Long long back birthdays meant blowing candles, cutting the unpalatable plum cakes (I used to hate them when they were stuffed into my mouth one after the other swelling my face like a balloon making it impossible to chew or swallow or atleast spit it out!!). Dad gets you new clothes (bigger size so that you can wear even after you grow) and this is the day of the year when you feel special, different (colourful dress amongst the white and blue uniforms).. my aversion for birthdays on a weekend found its roots in my school going days.. Saturdays everyone paints the classroom with overbearing colours and your birthday is just another colour. Sunday there isnt any.. So birthday ought always to be on a school going day.. unfortunately my special day in the class was split into two unfair and unequal halves (perhaps proportionate to the physique) as one of my classmates happened to be born on the same day, that fat bugger always displayed a flamboyant and overwhelming appearance on the Dee Day and brought bigger and better chocolates. I hated him on that day and he hated me for the rest of the days. I always prayed he died somehow and on the same day he was born so that he can inscribe the same dates on the tombstone and I can claim what is rightfully mine. As they say 'God gives every bird thy worm but does not throw it in the nest' , He had his way of throwing this worm out of my life and my friend got transferred to some other high school (where there might not entertain birthdays and chocolates!). Everything happens for our own good..
The Dee Day starts as you stand on the dais facing rows of pupils standing at their respective places in all the possible shades of white, singing out loud in chorus with a flavour of inadvertent disharmony tossed in by certain anti social elements... The famous happy birthday song, a cliche we grow up singing.. But you are oblivious to the singing as your mind is busy constructing a speech ( a sentence actually!!). What would you say 'Thanks one and all!!' 'Thank you my dear friends' 'Thanks my fellow classmates for making my birthday even more special'.. The thought process goes on and suddenly there's a silence, the song is over and you end up saying 'Thank you' swallowing the 'you'. I have always been a disaster with public speaking...
As and when you grow and grow more till all the growth halts, birthdays grow out to form a new definition.. The candles are gone (too many candles), the plum cake is replaced with yummy butterscotch cake you only get to smack from the remnants of the cake smacked on the face followed by a purgation with coke and the terribly unwanted birthday bumps and pocket burning treats.
Finally when everything comes to a standstill forbearing any possible growth (physical or mental) birthdays are reduced to mere phone calls, smses, emails from friends far away, online groups and forums everywhere..
There is lot more forms and shapes to be seen...
Many Happy Returns..!!
A naked fact you dont want to be told...
Long long back birthdays meant blowing candles, cutting the unpalatable plum cakes (I used to hate them when they were stuffed into my mouth one after the other swelling my face like a balloon making it impossible to chew or swallow or atleast spit it out!!). Dad gets you new clothes (bigger size so that you can wear even after you grow) and this is the day of the year when you feel special, different (colourful dress amongst the white and blue uniforms).. my aversion for birthdays on a weekend found its roots in my school going days.. Saturdays everyone paints the classroom with overbearing colours and your birthday is just another colour. Sunday there isnt any.. So birthday ought always to be on a school going day.. unfortunately my special day in the class was split into two unfair and unequal halves (perhaps proportionate to the physique) as one of my classmates happened to be born on the same day, that fat bugger always displayed a flamboyant and overwhelming appearance on the Dee Day and brought bigger and better chocolates. I hated him on that day and he hated me for the rest of the days. I always prayed he died somehow and on the same day he was born so that he can inscribe the same dates on the tombstone and I can claim what is rightfully mine. As they say 'God gives every bird thy worm but does not throw it in the nest' , He had his way of throwing this worm out of my life and my friend got transferred to some other high school (where there might not entertain birthdays and chocolates!). Everything happens for our own good..
The Dee Day starts as you stand on the dais facing rows of pupils standing at their respective places in all the possible shades of white, singing out loud in chorus with a flavour of inadvertent disharmony tossed in by certain anti social elements... The famous happy birthday song, a cliche we grow up singing.. But you are oblivious to the singing as your mind is busy constructing a speech ( a sentence actually!!). What would you say 'Thanks one and all!!' 'Thank you my dear friends' 'Thanks my fellow classmates for making my birthday even more special'.. The thought process goes on and suddenly there's a silence, the song is over and you end up saying 'Thank you' swallowing the 'you'. I have always been a disaster with public speaking...
As and when you grow and grow more till all the growth halts, birthdays grow out to form a new definition.. The candles are gone (too many candles), the plum cake is replaced with yummy butterscotch cake you only get to smack from the remnants of the cake smacked on the face followed by a purgation with coke and the terribly unwanted birthday bumps and pocket burning treats.
Finally when everything comes to a standstill forbearing any possible growth (physical or mental) birthdays are reduced to mere phone calls, smses, emails from friends far away, online groups and forums everywhere..
There is lot more forms and shapes to be seen...
Many Happy Returns..!!
I too used to look forward for bday celebrations in school but now... i wish that day doesnt come at all... im growing old but not growing up n its too hard to digest:D
bravo!
very nice!!!
especially the way u felt about your fat classmate