I didn’t manage to post yesterday because it was my birthday. I know its pretty ridiculous to not post after writing a huge post on “EXCUSES”. But I guess this one is a caveat to the rule and hence, acceptable.
When I was young, I loved walking into a greeting card gallery (can you imagine such a thing existed) and selecting just the right card to gift friends and family. And I guess having the sense of humour I had (and still have), the ones that used to appeal the most to me were the rude, mean ones, full of jokes about ageing and growing old. One of my favourite messages was “Birthdays are like garlic, the more you have, the less people want to kiss you!”
While I thought it was hilarious when I was 14, at 31, I see the unfortunate truth in it. And I have to blame social media for a little bit of it.
It would sound crazy that I do, when 192 people wished me on FB, Twitter and Whatsapp. My slightly old-world problem is that on my special day, only 7 people called and 2 people sent gifts.
Facebook and the likes have made it so easy to make customary greetings without much effort, that even those who can call, choose to ‘post on my wall’. Nothing against the wall now, neither am I ungrateful to those wonderful friends who took out time to wish me. Also, I won’t pretend I don’t do the same on birthdays of others, but it takes away something from feeling special on your big day.
The phone calls at midnight. Friends surprising you with cake in the middle of the night. Opening wrapped gifts. Wearing new clothes. Your mom cooking your favourite dish. Wonderful birthday rituals which made you feel like you owned the day and made the year long wait for this day, totally worth it.
And now the first wish came to me in the form of an e-mail from Citibank. Followed by my husband and then the rest of the family. A 100 odd people trickled by my FB page and Whatsapp, sending their wishes along, punctuated with emoticons of course. My birthday gift was selected by me and ordered by the husband online. Lots of birthday selfies taken.
A birthday befitting 2015.
Ironically in this age of hyper-personalisation, people have forgotten how to be personal when sending messages.
Thankfully a few people made a phone call. Close friends and family who made the day extremely special with that one gesture.
Also it helped that we spent the whole day with my husband, baby, and sister hopping across Mumbai eateries and sampling some of the most delicious fare this town has to offer.
It was a great day and I absolutely loved every bit of it. Especially the fact that it was the first with my little one.
But I do miss the charm of answering a million phone calls which make you feel so welcome, like you’ve just arrived in this world.
Anyway, here’s to the year ahead and hoping this crazy journey takes me somewhere fun 🙂