Yes yes yes.... I have crossed my 30 years of life....and now will be counted as a more mature, more insightful human being....also an adjective of being responsible will be added to my expected decorum. People will still keep on wishing me a happy birthday...and would expect out of me to reply to them very graciously. Now at 31 where would I get so much of grace to smile and say thank you to more than a dozen of people saying the same thing to me since I looked myself in the mirror today morning. And god forbids...if I respond to someone in a plain manner....the question arises..." PooJa is everything okay? ???...you don't sound happy on your OWN birthday"
I have realized birthdays are not all about wearing a new outfit, in case of girls....getting a mani padi, or a facial or getting a new hair cut. I have been fortunate to marry someone who is more mature than me and helps me perceive things in a more pronounced manner. His birthday comes just 5 days ahead of mine. After our marriage I was bonkers on getting all surprises and cake ready for him. Our friends were helpful too in bringing an element surprise at mid nights to our house. All our ideas came out to be perfect and we had a nice time. 5 days later it is my birthday and he gives me a hug...and is nice to me...makes breakfast...but oh god oh holy god.....he does not even wish me once happy birthday. Such a criminal!...how can he!!!!!....and you know what......he does not even write something nice and romantic on Facebook...how ignorant. In the evening he comes home...we go out for dinner and next day off from work we go shopping and he buys me something that was useful for me in real terms. When I was lying on the bed I thought...oh man...I had a lovely time...I got a gift that was needed....and on the top of it...I got to choose the color of my gift myself. After I have married...there is some sort of air between me and my father...he is no more formal with me. Unlike other fathers....he is more straight forward. He calls me up on my birthday....and is nice to me on the phone....and chats for a longer time than usual...and hangs up without saying the 2 magical words..."happy birthday"....another convict of my rage. Umm...it got me thinking...does he even love me....??? Yes he does...and so does your husband you 'elephantine child like lady' grow up. I was so sore from the no greetings....that I almost sang happy birthday to myself.
I have overcome the insecurity of not being the princess on ones birthday...and still feel special and loved. The fact you are with people whom you like and adore...they will always be with you....even if they forget your birthdays...no matter what. Infact after delivering my first born in a normal delivery....I would like to say....one should throw a party for ones mother instead and be thankful to her for bringing you out of her environment to this Neverland.
In addition to my little idiosyncrasies that I might unveil in the next few lines...I might lose the race for a 30 year old girl....um...huh..should I say a 30 year old lady now!
Perhaps I should. Okay talking on being mature....the other night I finished
Reading a book on how to loose weight...while nibbling on potatoe chips and a Hershey milk chocolate Cadbury. Talk about being honest....I should get a medal on this one.
I still do my mental maths on a piece of paper...I use calculator even to pay my dhobi on daily basis. I still cant make financial decisions on my own. For me still overcoming a tension or a matter of concern still means sleep.....just sleep how much ever you can and everything will get better. I fight with my 23 months old daughter for the pc tablet so that I can watch my favorite cartoon on that.
New year resolutions!...made so many.....kept nil!....gossip is so....I might just be able to achieve this years resolution just in time...keeping my fingers crossed. I am still crazy about watching a good movie in a theater in the company of pop corn and samosas and someone who can buy me all this.
I still draw a long face while travelling, when some one takes MY window seat....how inconsiderate. I still pray to GOD when I am in deep trouble...and bribe the almighty with if I am helped out I will be a better human being...but even after dandy things happening to me....I get up late in the mornings, I don't cook for my husband as much as the normal 'sultanas' do. I exercise only when I gain weight....I eat good only when in a bad shape...I go for a threading and upper lips chore only after looking Krur Singhs first cousin.
To cut a long story short...I am what I am meant to be. I have become strong willed with the grey in my hair....no matter how old I get....experiencing life and the beauty of working out relationships will always keep my soul fresh and young. So people...go ahead and wish me ....or else don't even wish.....you will still remain a good friend or a person who I had known.
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter, if you don't mind it...it doesn't matter.
I have realized birthdays are not all about wearing a new outfit, in case of girls....getting a mani padi, or a facial or getting a new hair cut. I have been fortunate to marry someone who is more mature than me and helps me perceive things in a more pronounced manner. His birthday comes just 5 days ahead of mine. After our marriage I was bonkers on getting all surprises and cake ready for him. Our friends were helpful too in bringing an element surprise at mid nights to our house. All our ideas came out to be perfect and we had a nice time. 5 days later it is my birthday and he gives me a hug...and is nice to me...makes breakfast...but oh god oh holy god.....he does not even wish me once happy birthday. Such a criminal!...how can he!!!!!....and you know what......he does not even write something nice and romantic on Facebook...how ignorant. In the evening he comes home...we go out for dinner and next day off from work we go shopping and he buys me something that was useful for me in real terms. When I was lying on the bed I thought...oh man...I had a lovely time...I got a gift that was needed....and on the top of it...I got to choose the color of my gift myself. After I have married...there is some sort of air between me and my father...he is no more formal with me. Unlike other fathers....he is more straight forward. He calls me up on my birthday....and is nice to me on the phone....and chats for a longer time than usual...and hangs up without saying the 2 magical words..."happy birthday"....another convict of my rage. Umm...it got me thinking...does he even love me....??? Yes he does...and so does your husband you 'elephantine child like lady' grow up. I was so sore from the no greetings....that I almost sang happy birthday to myself.
I have overcome the insecurity of not being the princess on ones birthday...and still feel special and loved. The fact you are with people whom you like and adore...they will always be with you....even if they forget your birthdays...no matter what. Infact after delivering my first born in a normal delivery....I would like to say....one should throw a party for ones mother instead and be thankful to her for bringing you out of her environment to this Neverland.
In addition to my little idiosyncrasies that I might unveil in the next few lines...I might lose the race for a 30 year old girl....um...huh..should I say a 30 year old lady now!
Perhaps I should. Okay talking on being mature....the other night I finished
Reading a book on how to loose weight...while nibbling on potatoe chips and a Hershey milk chocolate Cadbury. Talk about being honest....I should get a medal on this one.
I still do my mental maths on a piece of paper...I use calculator even to pay my dhobi on daily basis. I still cant make financial decisions on my own. For me still overcoming a tension or a matter of concern still means sleep.....just sleep how much ever you can and everything will get better. I fight with my 23 months old daughter for the pc tablet so that I can watch my favorite cartoon on that.
New year resolutions!...made so many.....kept nil!....gossip is so....I might just be able to achieve this years resolution just in time...keeping my fingers crossed. I am still crazy about watching a good movie in a theater in the company of pop corn and samosas and someone who can buy me all this.
I still draw a long face while travelling, when some one takes MY window seat....how inconsiderate. I still pray to GOD when I am in deep trouble...and bribe the almighty with if I am helped out I will be a better human being...but even after dandy things happening to me....I get up late in the mornings, I don't cook for my husband as much as the normal 'sultanas' do. I exercise only when I gain weight....I eat good only when in a bad shape...I go for a threading and upper lips chore only after looking Krur Singhs first cousin.
To cut a long story short...I am what I am meant to be. I have become strong willed with the grey in my hair....no matter how old I get....experiencing life and the beauty of working out relationships will always keep my soul fresh and young. So people...go ahead and wish me ....or else don't even wish.....you will still remain a good friend or a person who I had known.
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter, if you don't mind it...it doesn't matter.
