May you live all the days of your life…
I was 15 years old when my friends gave me a surprise birthday party. It was typically like the one seen in movies or serials. They had already chalked out a plan with mummy. In the evening at 5:00 they forced me to dress up in my newly brought clothes and led me to my best friend’s house .We commenced playing and chit-chatting. After a while they informed that mother was calling me for some reason and just as I reached home they blindfolded and pushed me in. When I managed to free myself and open my eyes, I found myself in a dark room, which I recognized as my own hall. I could barely make out the silhouettes of my friends, when suddenly the lights were switched on and everybody yelled cheerfully, “Happy Birthday”. Right from buying the cake ,snacks ,presents to beautifully decorating the room .everything was done by them. We played games, teased one another, gossiped, sang and danced. I really and truly had a blast.
When I was a little kid, around 3 to 5 years of age, mom used to take tuitions of 10th and 12th std students. I used to envy them since whenever they came mom used to cease tending to me and focused on them, so to regain her attention I used to throw tantrums, resulting in driving all the attention towards me. I thus in short was a trouble maker who proved to be a hassle in view of their studies. Still these students were quite amused by me and instead of getting angry they enjoyed all the hullabaloo, soon they became my friends except one –Sagar dada who always teased me and had a good laugh seeing my puffed up chubby face. Once I remarked that it was my birthday just so as to get back at them but instead they stunned me as each of them produced a gift out of no where, except Sagar dada, now all of us had a hearty laugh at him, but the very next day which was my actual birthday this Sagar guy who would have slept soundly even if the tsunami knocked at his door, got up early and brought me my favorite cadbury.
Ah! these moments so long gone, still manage to wet my eyes with tears of joy!
When I grew up, another group of friends in high school, then the one in college all presented me with a surprise birthday party in their own styles. Soon I ,myself organized and threw one for many of my friends, but the first jamboree shall always be the most special one, jollified by my childhood friends.
They say childhood friends change and drift away but one seldom forgets them, they ,their memories get etched in our minds like the footprints on the sands of time. Well, if only we could rewind time or travel in a time machine or a time capsule back to those carefree days and re-live those moments!
Birthday is one of those days in a year when the supreme descends into us , we are face to face with the Almighty, so that whatever good we attempt will always be fruitful and showcase amazing results. The same energy that God invested in us when we were born yet again engulfs us , so to prove to Him that you now know your calling and that there is no disparity between what you have accomplished and what you are really meant for, do some simple act of kindness, spread goodwill, visit an orphanage or old age home, cook a dinner for your parents or help someone in need.
Some people visit astrologers on their special day, some even conduct a pooja or havana in their names, while most of us exchange wishes through social networking sites like Facebook, Whatsapp, so a handmade card is also a very lovely gift but not everyone is lucky as some are born on 29th February so technically their birthday comes once in 4 years but these people are clever too as they celebrate it a day before i.e. on the 28th. It is believed that a candle sends an individual’s prayer to the almighty. Hence, many wish before a blowing candle to let the almighty know about their desires. The candle, placed on a birthday cake in Germany was a symbolic representation of light of life.
The song “Good Morning to You” was written by Mildred Hill and Dr. Patty hill for the Kindergarten schools. Later on, Patty Hill had changed the lyrics to “Happy Birthday” after it gained immense popularity
When we are young we always tell our age is say 19 years and 11 months before our birthday even though we look forward to being 20. Similarly when we age even though we may be 50 but still we tend to tell 60 just so that people may appreciate and praise us saying how young we still look!
Ironically they seem to be a tragic indication of the loss of a precious year from our life which we let go off by rejoicing ourselves without any regret or despondency.
But is it really so ?We have so much fun on this day ,feel so remarkable, so many people both near and dear ones come and visit us. Whenever any of our old friends want to come and meet us they try to schedule it on our special day too. Lots of blessings, good wishes especially for our vibrant future and long life are an icing on the cake therefore a year loss in exchange for all such goodwill is a small price to pay right? Also if our birthday coincides with any great or famous personality then we are in seventh heaven. Hence I agree with Jonarthan Swift who said, “May you live all the days of your life.”
May you live your life to the fullest…every day.
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