Yesterday was my birthday. The celestial event came back again without much difference. I woke up in the morning as usual. No one shouted as “It’s a boy, IT’s A BOY”. No fanfare or cut outs. There wasn’t a single nurse to give me bath. So I took my own bath ! Prayed to God. Because When I was born in 1973, Bruce Lee died. When I turned one SN Bose died and it went on.
I have never cut a cake on my birthday. Why should I blow and spit on the cake and give it to everyone. I wanted to cut a cake only after accomplishing something and I am a young boy who has a lifetime ahead to achieve.
But this year I was compelled to spit on the cake alongwith my colleague and wonderful friend Mr.Pradeep who sadly shares his birthday with mine. He is a large man with larger heart. He is such a divine who appreciate all my blogs. Even if I write a blog like 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, He will laugh boisterously and say “Why Ashok, did you fail in 3rd and 5th Standards !!”. So when he stood near me the happiness was doubled rather tripled due to his size !!! So we were like “two peas in a pod” no don’t think “two pees in a pond”. He is like a saint who loves everyone. Only condition is that they are to be women. He is getting kinder and kinder. At this rate, I may propose to him sooner or later. Together we can prove that “Two wrongs can make it right!”.
My friend is as young as ‘Everest”. So when they decided to order a birthday cake for both of us, they ordered the cake from “Cakewaves” and candles straight from the factory. When all the candles were lighted, the airport was like the place for candles peace march and Chennai clocked its highest temperature. We put off the candles with a blower.
I had always wanted to age like wine, tastier and better. At least would have loved to remain as honey, unchanged. But it seems I am ageing like garbage. My body is ballooning and eye sights are retracting. My memory was always at the rock bottom. Now it is digging deeper and my… mm.. never mind.
I sincerely thank my colleagues for their speech, arranging the party and burning a hole in their pant pockets !
I thank all the well wishers who are happy to see us getting old. Hearty thanks to one and all.