29 September, 2009
Happy Birthday to ME!
Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...happy birthday dear Suruchi...haaaaaaaappy birthdaaaaaaaaay tooooooooooo meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
Add a nice long pull on the last note of “meeeeeeeeee”:)
I may not be a great singer but singing the birthday ballad is my speciality...You could have spotted me in my toddler years as the girl sticking right next to the birthday baby, guarding the territory around the cake ferociously...yapping away the birthday song with all the excitement in her little body (ok, not so little then...alrite, not so little even now...ab khush...mil gaye shaanti?) and eyeing the sumptuous chocolate cake all the while...being cautious of the proximity to be able to be the first one to gulp down a humungous piece of cake, after it has been ceremoniously sliced with the knife...and hence the expertise! Birthdays have been BIG for me...whether my own or those of special people around me...days to celebrate who you are and what you have achieved in terms of relations in life!
Yup, yup, yup....
Yesterday on 28th of September 2009 people, I celebrated 32 years of my existence on mother earth...Wow...How lucky can dear earth get!
32 years old and still feeling 22 and so proud of it (I stopped growing mentally after the age of 22...I was hoping that the ‘physically’ bit would also follow suit...but never mind!)
It’s like heralding into a new era...
Good bye giggly n nervous teens...
Good bye the indecisive twenties...
And say hellooooooooo to the sexy, thundering, throbbing n thrilling thirties!
Time to put my best foot forward...even if I have just two mediocre ones...I would dare to find the best one soon...I promise!
This birthday was a landmark of sorts...I anyways love birthdays...wish I could be born n dead and be reborn every month to be able to celebrate this day...
On second thoughts...not such a great wish...because before I could get out of those diapers into a sexy new outfit or chuck away the nipples of milk bottles to sip on a tequila shot...I’d be dead again! Boo hoo...Ok Almighty ji, can I have a birthday just like that on a more regular basis, without having to go through the grind of worries about wrinkles, throwing lavish parties and other unearthly horrors that are still at bay?
Anyways...mein kahan the?
Haan yaar...birthday mera...kya aap log itne bakr, bakr karte ho ke mein ulajh kar bhool he jaate hoon ke mein kahan the!
So this birthday I have been flooded with wishes, hugs, chocolates, flowers, kisses....and please note that gifts and cash are conspicuously missing from the list....but never mind...there’s always next year and my favourite dictum in life... “To err is human, to make up for it-divine”
So next year people...get a little more divine-ish n less devilish!
The birthday began with a normal dinner the previous night turning into an eve of sorts! Aha...so there used to erstwhile be just Christmas eve, New year’s eve, Holi eve, Diwali eve...never mind the last two hypothetical ones...This one coming now is a far cry from any presumptious banter...The latest on the block is.... “Suruchi birthday eve” (they are planning to make it official from next year and madam Mayawati in apna Uttar Pradesh just might oblige after I agree to give her a makeover with all my magnanimity and tolerance prowess;) Move over Gandhi Jayanti...coz here’s Suruchi Jayanti...but dry day nahi rahega yaar...well, we’ll call it the wettest day of the year...
Come and get drenched in my praise...hehe...uff zyaada ho gaya...I better stop my imagination horse...durrap...durrap...halt!
But then I have proof yaar that I am actually lovable....
My face book wall page shall bear testament to my popularity meter...This year my wall has been adorned with 81 birthday wishes (ji haan, meine sahi mein count kiya sab ke sab...and still more in counting) and with 2/3rds of them being longer than mere sad looking “Happy Birthday’s”.
I hate the sookhe sookhe happy birthday thrown at people on their special days...if you can’t say anything long, flattering and nice...at least add a hug or a mwaah...lage to kuch mila hain...and zor se lage...not just bounced and lost.
Anyways and that’s not all...there were 16 ahem, ahem...private messages in the inbox...I got two guys to sing for me and another two to write poetry in my praise...I got some other ‘lost planet kinda souls’ extracted from their cocoons to pop out n wish me....I have 54 messages (ya, ya that’s on record too) on my mobile and I was non-stop on the phone since morning...getting together local, inter-state, national and international callers...some symbol of global unification this is!
Gawsh...Am I bloody popular or what?
Is there no other soul occupying the walks of life?
What a pressurizing existence this is...to be so loved by all!
Hehe...just kidding...but then I feel bloated today and I thought I must whoosh out some of it here...before I burst...
Big, big thank you to everyone who conspired to make me feel like god’s gift to birthdays...;)
And big, big reminders to those who forgot to add to this band wagon...Baby, there’s always a next time and pehle galti to bhagwan bhi maaf kar dete hain...mein to bas ek nacheez se insaan hoon!
Big, big hugs to all those who joined in my circle of life...coz that’s what the circle of friends means to me!
I had been smiling through the day yesterday and dismal today for another 364 days more to go before mere janam divas arrives again when I’d be the queen of the world...my world...yet again for just another day!