Happy B'day
I celebrated my B’day on 4th of this month. Every year I have my parents and friends around, but for the first time in 25yrs this year was different. The prize u pay to come to America I guess.
But it wasn’t bad….I met up with my cousins in Los Angeles and they made me feel nice. But it wasn’t the same .….something was still missing….I missed the insanity that accompanies the cake cutting ceremony.
Times have changed significantly. During my schooling years I’d wait for everyone to remember my b’day. However, for the past few years I’ve been waiting for people to forget my b’day. No, it has nothing to do with me shying away from my age or some crappy logic in the same league. Let me explain.
It gives me an enormous sense of satisfaction to maul my close friends when they forget the big day. I can’t wait for the clock to strike 12:00 to officially declare that the day is over and anybody wishing me hereon, would be officially late. It’s more fun this way. I can go on hamming about the fact that they didn’t find me important enough to remember that one particular day that means the most to me. Words such as “friendship” “loyalty” “brotherhood” “closeness” “love” “togetherness” become an intricate part of the hamming vocabulary.
Yes call me a mean person…I won’t mind…. honestly.
I can’t help deriving immense pleasure from the fact that I get to mess around with the minds of the people who are closest to my heart. I love it. I guess I have a weird sense of affection.
So I pray to God that my friends would forget my b’day, but with the crappy friends I keep, I'm always disappointed….hehehe…..what would I do without these people…they are amazing.
Thanks everyone. And for those who forgot, please expect an emotional mail in your inbox…can’t let go such awesome an opportunity to maul u guys.
BTW, another close friend of mine shares similar thoughts. Do not forget to wish this person on a particular seventeenth day of the seventh month. Let it not be said that Pratap never warns his friends…take care people.
But it wasn’t bad….I met up with my cousins in Los Angeles and they made me feel nice. But it wasn’t the same .….something was still missing….I missed the insanity that accompanies the cake cutting ceremony.
Times have changed significantly. During my schooling years I’d wait for everyone to remember my b’day. However, for the past few years I’ve been waiting for people to forget my b’day. No, it has nothing to do with me shying away from my age or some crappy logic in the same league. Let me explain.
It gives me an enormous sense of satisfaction to maul my close friends when they forget the big day. I can’t wait for the clock to strike 12:00 to officially declare that the day is over and anybody wishing me hereon, would be officially late. It’s more fun this way. I can go on hamming about the fact that they didn’t find me important enough to remember that one particular day that means the most to me. Words such as “friendship” “loyalty” “brotherhood” “closeness” “love” “togetherness” become an intricate part of the hamming vocabulary.
Yes call me a mean person…I won’t mind…. honestly.
I can’t help deriving immense pleasure from the fact that I get to mess around with the minds of the people who are closest to my heart. I love it. I guess I have a weird sense of affection.
So I pray to God that my friends would forget my b’day, but with the crappy friends I keep, I'm always disappointed….hehehe…..what would I do without these people…they are amazing.
Thanks everyone. And for those who forgot, please expect an emotional mail in your inbox…can’t let go such awesome an opportunity to maul u guys.
BTW, another close friend of mine shares similar thoughts. Do not forget to wish this person on a particular seventeenth day of the seventh month. Let it not be said that Pratap never warns his friends…take care people.
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