As blogger publishes this post at the time and date specified, which would be 0001 hrs on the 7th of January 2009, my batchmates here at IIT Kharagpur are probably fulfilling the ancient rituals associated with the anniversary of one’s birth. Yes, 7th of January is indeed a special day, it’s Eastern Orthodox Christmas... and it’s my Birthday.
So here I am, two decades old, all of a sudden. Well, not quite all of a sudden you’d say... But so it seems.
Everybody loves their birthday, and that should be especially true for a self-centred narcissist like me. But it turns out my previous few Birthdays have not been that special for me, as much as this one is. It’s not just the fact that the most-significant-digit of my age changes today. It also so happens that I “take stock” of my life on my birthday. [I know it’s getting boring... just bear with me... it’s my Birthday]
So to wrap it up, I think I’ve grown up and matured much more in this past one year, than any one-year period. To quote something I mentioned to a friend this morning, I was surprised last year on my birthday to observe I’ll be 20 next year. Now I no longer am... Of course, not really THAT mature. In fact, as I was writing this and went outside leaving my laptop on, some of my other “mature” friends showed up and played a prank on my G-Talk status message. Some of those on my G-Talk must’ve noticed. I would’ve mentioned the exact message, but my blog might just get flagged adult. I guess I always will remain a kid at heart. [Which, I guess, is the most oldy thing to say] :D
OK, enough of my Birthday mumbo-jumbo. A Birthday is one day of the year one gets to have all for themselves. One day that the world deceives them to think that they are the most special people there are. And today’s mine.
Go ahead, make my day.
And of course, a merry Eastern Orthodox Christmas to you!