What is 22???? Just a number for few and a bit more than that for most...This blog is about which club
I ended up landing recently.
March 8...It started out to be quite a blast with midnight calls from
an expected few and the unexpected elements too. After 2 hrs and 48 min of
brisk wishes from the ppl who make my lyf worthy..I wished myself...22 years of successful
trouble caused to mankind Madhu..Gud job girl! Haappy Birthday!With a proud feel of making quite a number of good souls remember my birthday, I finally found some tym for a nap.
The dawn....It was ammi (my way mixing up amma and mummy) who woke me up
with the usual birthday huggy and kisses ( and o`course the gift!) which was followed
by another session of calls from the crankos who I call my frnds.
Then it was my dad`s turn... like all the prior March 8s.. I stood in front of him in an attempt to remind him
that there was a poor poor birthday soul available there waiting for his wishes! Success came in the form of a loong hug and the usual wish.."Get what ever you want in life to make you feel happy".The wish which had not yet gone in for an image makeover even after 15 yrs of careful rendering,the wish which still sounded fresh and young.
Too much of joy just means that there is something definitely wrong in the system right??
Enter auntie no.1`s call for a dose of achar...
The moment ammi passed me the reciever stating tht aunt wanted to wish me...I felt a tsunami warning!
After the wishes came the gift wrapped dagger! "Hope I wish your husband too on your next birthday!!!!"
It sounded more like a curse than a wish to me. Then came family wishes...Aunts and Uncles,
mamas and mamis ,making a strong point that they remeber the day and the exact repetition of it...22!!!
After a morning of mixed feelings,it was time for office. Caught in the web of thoughts I took my
favorite window seat in my favourite bus. That was when a cute lil girl of about 5 yrs old caught my attention. It was evident that She was a little princess who was capable of converting her dad into a beanbag,giving her mom some morning exercise in the form of a running and catching session. A princess who had a 'no worries' kingdom to rule at will on her dad`s lap.
Nostalgia...can sometimes turn out to be a pain. I saw myself in her and also knew that it was only me
who could still picture me that way.To the world I was not my dad`s lil princess,
not my mom`s playmate,not the lil girl who played cricket with her dad, not anymore. I was...a young woman of 22!!
The day went on quite well with the herculean efforts put up for my birthday by my friends @ work(prefer callin them that way over colleagues!). After cake cuts,gifts and a moderately heavy day at office , my birthday was almost over.
It was bedtime but I laid still on my bed, pondering about the proceedings of the day. Everything seemed good excepting the fact that I turned an year older that day...at the exact moment I heard the door of my room crack open. Although I knew it should be my parents I preferred not to open my eyes and exibitted my excellent acting skills by pretending to sleep.All of a sudden I felt a chubby palm over my forehead....It dint take me more than a moment to recognize my dad.That was when I heard him say "Guess she had hell a lot of fun today! These kids forget the world in fun" KIDS!!!STILL??!!
That moment made me realise I was still the same kid to him..his same ol kid who loved to have fun.
It was like a sudden relief of pain,a sudden surge of wisdom. Age is for the external skin and not for the eternal soul.Age cant make you look older to those who you choose to remain young. Age cant make a difference when its you who decide your age.
Then.... 22 seemed just another number.A number which symbolised the years of fun and mischiefs, a number which was apt for the saying 'The morer the merrier'
and a number which said there is a lot more to add gurl... Jiyo Ji Bhar ke!
I ended up landing recently.
March 8...It started out to be quite a blast with midnight calls from
an expected few and the unexpected elements too. After 2 hrs and 48 min of
brisk wishes from the ppl who make my lyf worthy..I wished myself...22 years of successful
trouble caused to mankind Madhu..Gud job girl! Haappy Birthday!With a proud feel of making quite a number of good souls remember my birthday, I finally found some tym for a nap.
The dawn....It was ammi (my way mixing up amma and mummy) who woke me up
with the usual birthday huggy and kisses ( and o`course the gift!) which was followed
by another session of calls from the crankos who I call my frnds.
Then it was my dad`s turn... like all the prior March 8s.. I stood in front of him in an attempt to remind him
that there was a poor poor birthday soul available there waiting for his wishes! Success came in the form of a loong hug and the usual wish.."Get what ever you want in life to make you feel happy".The wish which had not yet gone in for an image makeover even after 15 yrs of careful rendering,the wish which still sounded fresh and young.
Too much of joy just means that there is something definitely wrong in the system right??
Enter auntie no.1`s call for a dose of achar...
The moment ammi passed me the reciever stating tht aunt wanted to wish me...I felt a tsunami warning!
After the wishes came the gift wrapped dagger! "Hope I wish your husband too on your next birthday!!!!"
It sounded more like a curse than a wish to me. Then came family wishes...Aunts and Uncles,
mamas and mamis ,making a strong point that they remeber the day and the exact repetition of it...22!!!
After a morning of mixed feelings,it was time for office. Caught in the web of thoughts I took my
favorite window seat in my favourite bus. That was when a cute lil girl of about 5 yrs old caught my attention. It was evident that She was a little princess who was capable of converting her dad into a beanbag,giving her mom some morning exercise in the form of a running and catching session. A princess who had a 'no worries' kingdom to rule at will on her dad`s lap.
Nostalgia...can sometimes turn out to be a pain. I saw myself in her and also knew that it was only me
who could still picture me that way.To the world I was not my dad`s lil princess,
not my mom`s playmate,not the lil girl who played cricket with her dad, not anymore. I was...a young woman of 22!!
The day went on quite well with the herculean efforts put up for my birthday by my friends @ work(prefer callin them that way over colleagues!). After cake cuts,gifts and a moderately heavy day at office , my birthday was almost over.
It was bedtime but I laid still on my bed, pondering about the proceedings of the day. Everything seemed good excepting the fact that I turned an year older that day...at the exact moment I heard the door of my room crack open. Although I knew it should be my parents I preferred not to open my eyes and exibitted my excellent acting skills by pretending to sleep.All of a sudden I felt a chubby palm over my forehead....It dint take me more than a moment to recognize my dad.That was when I heard him say "Guess she had hell a lot of fun today! These kids forget the world in fun" KIDS!!!STILL??!!
That moment made me realise I was still the same kid to him..his same ol kid who loved to have fun.
It was like a sudden relief of pain,a sudden surge of wisdom. Age is for the external skin and not for the eternal soul.Age cant make you look older to those who you choose to remain young. Age cant make a difference when its you who decide your age.
Then.... 22 seemed just another number.A number which symbolised the years of fun and mischiefs, a number which was apt for the saying 'The morer the merrier'
and a number which said there is a lot more to add gurl... Jiyo Ji Bhar ke!
