Understanding birthdays

First came the birthdays when I really did not understand what was happening around me. There would be new clothes and new toys. There would be balloons and glitter. There would be extra pinching-of-the-cheeks. There would be my recitation of the same nursery rhyme over and over and over. There would be that 10-years-elder-to-me girl angel from the neighboring flat. 

Then came the birthdays when I had to answer the very important question from my mom.

"What do you want - Coffee bite? Eclairs? Alpenliebe?"

The answer mattered a lot because the toffee had to be one that would be loved by my entire class - not to mention my favorite teacher angel, by my entire apartment, by all the neighboring kids joining me in the playground. 

During those birthdays, whenever I walked around my class to distribute chocolates during the lunch hour, I got more excited when I noticed that a classmate was not at his/her bench. It presented me an opportunity to place a couple of toffees inside the desk and offer the classmate a tiny surprise. 

Many a time, we make the mistake of assuming that only the person celebrating the birthday needs to be surprised.

Surprises never require occasions.

Then came the birthdays when the birthday dress attained gargantuan importance - Because it had to be worn to school, and more importantly, because it had to be worn before that angel seated in the corner desk of my class. 

There would be the realization that I looked awkwardly fat but there would also be the hope that my new birthday dress would make me appear as cool as Prince Adam in He-Man.

There would be a very calculated attempt to enter the classroom as late as possible. That walk, in the birthday dress, from the classroom doorway to my desk would make all the hero-introduction scenes of Tamil films shy away in shame. 

Then came the birthdays when the expectation of gifts arose, accompanied by the fear of treats. 

When a good friend forgot to wish on a birthday, the forgetfulness threw away a hint of a big surprise that lay ahead. When a good friend forgot to wish on a birthday and there turned out to be no big surprise, the ensuing fight ensured that the friendship grew stronger. 

As the friend circle grew, the number of wishes via text messages, Facebook messages and WhatsApp messages increased. But what always remained interesting was seeing how the really dear friends - the ones who had gotten so close that hearing them wish 'Happy birthday' seemed awkward - reacted to me turning a year older.

I will always cherish all their reactions.

Then came the birthday that was yesterday.

Thinking about it day before yesterday had given me a strange feeling. 

I was not going to be at school. I was not going to be at college. I was not going to be at office. I was not going to be with any group of friends. I was not going to be with my cousins. I was going to be at home with my mom and grandmother. 

I had not had the slightest of doubts regarding the affection that would be showered at home. But I had reserved doubts regarding the affection I might miss, not being in the vicinity of friends. 

And yesterday taught me a number of lessons.
Our aunts and uncles deserve to be loved more than they are - They love us more than we deserve to be.

A text message is no way lesser to a phone call. 

A friend who had called to wish and had fumbled a couple of minutes later, running out of topics, is no way lesser to a friend who, after a 30 minute call, had wanted to meet in person because there was so much left to talk. 

A friend who had called yesterday night, apologizing for the delay, holds the same amount of affection as the friend who had wished late night the day before yesterday, afraid that sleep might overcome the love. 

A friend who had forgotten to wish is still a friend one has to be grateful for - The absence of the wish only suggested that the person's love is stronger than his/her memory.

Prioritizing one's work over a loved one's birthday never meant disrespect to the latter - It just signaled survival. 

Most of us set out on a journey to find an angel, leaving behind the real angels at home.

P.S.: An extra-special lesson - Love never gives a damn about geographical distances - A friend from the United States, a friend from Tanjore and a friend from the neighboring street stood testimony to this.