The night of July 4th 2005, I was just pondering about something...and I thought I would blog about it , so here we go ....
June 7th is the day the gods decided to let me have a look at the world. Since that day, every year on this day I have celebrated my birthday with great enthusiasm and vivacity. This is one day for which I try to start day dreaming about months in advance. I have never tried to gauge if others too are that ecstatic about their birthdays, I know I am.
I know a couple of guys for whom their birthday is nothing to wait for or be excited about. It just baffles me how they have that long look on their face and they try to tell everyone that this is just another day for them. I feel like holding them by their collar and shaking them forward and backward a hundred times.
Me: ....CMAAAAAAAAN!.....its your birthday for heaven's sake!!!!
Them: So?
Me: Aaargghhh..
Well this long intro has nothing to do with the point I am trying to make here. I was just trying to point out as to how zealous I am on this day.
Coming back to the point, for 2X straight years, I have celebrated my birthdays....in different places, with different bunch of friends at times, in hotels, in pubs, at my own home in Mumbai and Surat, in the exotic islands of Mauritius, in Philadelphia and in NYC. No matter how much I try to make my celebrations 'new' or 'different' , there is something that happens each time on my birthday. It rains.
According to my mom, it even rained heavily in Mumbai, minutes after I was born.
My late granny called me an avatar of Lord Krishna.....while another friend of mine to whom I told this tale, claimed that the gods don't like me and hence cried every year on my birthday.
I will go with my granny's version. *Winks*
June 7th is the day the gods decided to let me have a look at the world. Since that day, every year on this day I have celebrated my birthday with great enthusiasm and vivacity. This is one day for which I try to start day dreaming about months in advance. I have never tried to gauge if others too are that ecstatic about their birthdays, I know I am.
I know a couple of guys for whom their birthday is nothing to wait for or be excited about. It just baffles me how they have that long look on their face and they try to tell everyone that this is just another day for them. I feel like holding them by their collar and shaking them forward and backward a hundred times.
Me: ....CMAAAAAAAAN!.....its your birthday for heaven's sake!!!!
Them: So?
Me: Aaargghhh..
Well this long intro has nothing to do with the point I am trying to make here. I was just trying to point out as to how zealous I am on this day.
Coming back to the point, for 2X straight years, I have celebrated my birthdays....in different places, with different bunch of friends at times, in hotels, in pubs, at my own home in Mumbai and Surat, in the exotic islands of Mauritius, in Philadelphia and in NYC. No matter how much I try to make my celebrations 'new' or 'different' , there is something that happens each time on my birthday. It rains.
According to my mom, it even rained heavily in Mumbai, minutes after I was born.
My late granny called me an avatar of Lord Krishna.....while another friend of mine to whom I told this tale, claimed that the gods don't like me and hence cried every year on my birthday.
I will go with my granny's version. *Winks*
5 comments:
Be grateful your parents didn't name you 'Meghdoot'- the messenger of rains/clouds (hehehe). Not that there's anything wrong with that name *crosses fingers.
haha....I love that name!
Dude ... Dont you know your geography.
July to Spetember is monsoon season in India
This is in reply to the comment by the anonymous poster here..
DUDE...
I suggest you read the post again. Twice or thrice if possible...and try to figure out the point I am trying to make?..
Read?...Figured out?...Don't you feel like an idiot for making that post?...Its ok, you don't have to apologize...
I understand i live in western ny born October 5th and it always rains on my bday. It upsets me cuz i have plans but after i look outside i just say for get it. Idk my mom and dad said i born in a fall vortex??? Dont know what it means glad im not the only one who feels this wAY
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