Thoughts On Another Birthday!

Maturity, responsibility and a sense of balance beckons.

I, however, refuse to listen.

[What I said at 24 and at 25]

Birthdays are a bitch. No this is not an anger about growing old and about the death of idealism, for that I ask you to refer to my last year’s post where I tried to deal with the monumental milestone of turning 25.

Birthdays are a bitch because no matter how hard I try not to get misty eyed, my mind is flooded with memories of other June 3.

As I grew older from my life, birthdays became more political. No more entertaining Family. Friends are more the focus.

Things however have changed now. Older and wiser, I am supposed to dismiss a birthday wish with a shy “thank you” as if any kind of attention is too embarrassing for an old fogey like me.

I do act “mature” of course. But my heart is not in it. Because honestly, I still crave for all the attention and the fussing.

I still count the number of wishes on timeline and the phone calls I receive even though I know this is “just another day”.

Yes birthdays are a bitch precisely because of this disconnect between what “should be” and “what is”.

It's a birthday post, I dedicate to myself! :)

But before that let me raise my imaginary glass to another glorious, opinionated, politically incorrect, a pleasant year of achieving a ‘Quarter and 1’!