XXI

The day had more than its fair share of surprises. The day was one of the few which was all highs and no lows. The day was one where I truly realized the number of people who constantly hold me up, help me and wish me well.

It was the day I turned 21.

The messages started coming from the zeroth hour – my dear cousin being the first. My close friends and fellow birthday-mates came next (I know 3 others…). I was touched when someone promised to be the first one to wish me the next year. It was 2 AM when I slept, not at all having a hint of what was coming up through the day.

A phone call from my parents at 6AM woke me up. And then the surprises began.

My grandpa brought a big parcel and put it before me when I was having breakfast. It was from my parents – lovely gifts. Still it did not make up for them not being there. 😦

Phone calls from relatives and friends followed. By lunch time I was wondering why the 21st was considered so big – it was like any other birthday. Out of nowhere, my uncle, aunt and cousins brought a cake with other presents. The cameras were out – before I knew it, the candles had been lit. Hell! I was still in my casuals. The usual singing, cutting and feeding followed. They were lining me up. The prey was being sized up.

Four hands laden with cake come straight at my face. Before I knew it, I had a most exotic face pack, as my cousin put it. 🙂 It took a lot of soap…

We played an intense game of Risk for the rest of the afternoon. At around 7, my cousin asked me to get ready – we were going out for a light meal. Perhaps my thinking was overshadowed by the general “feel good” factor of the day; I failed to see through this one as well.

I was taken to a wonderful roof-top place which served Mangalorean. My other uncles and aunts joined me there. One of my uncles threw a hint by saying “Aneesh, you are going to be introduced…”

After sometime was spent over the starters, another cake appeared before me! This time I was sharp enough to ensure that it went into the mouth only. 🙂 After the same procedure of blow-sing-cut-feed, a champagne bottle was thrust into my hands… I was quite speechless.

People asked me to go right ahead and open it in style. I made a boo-boo at this point. I fumbled with the cork and dint seem to get it open for a long time, even as the cameras were waiting to capture images to be sent to my parents and to be cherished for years to come.

(My hands fail to cover the embarassment on my face…). Finally, a loud pop shot through the air.

Words cannot describe how I felt when a toast was made to me. It truly, was the champagne moment. More gifts followed – luuuve all of them.

The day came to an end after I had gone through the plethora of orkut scraps. Thank you all – it means a lot.

My uncle, during the toast had said that I was the first one from among all my cousins to turn 21. It made me aware of the future. The baton has been passed. The celebration through the day signified all the support and love that has gone into developing the wings – those that will take me to success.  It is my duty to soar high now…

Advertisements

6 Comments

  1. Malaveeka said,

    June 4, 2007 at 4:46 pm

    AW.

    happy budday!

    I’m in the post.

    yay!

  2. boda said,

    June 4, 2007 at 6:18 pm

    cool man! no wonder y u asked me to read than listen!

  3. wanderlust said,

    June 5, 2007 at 4:36 am

    hey,
    a belated happy birthday!!

  4. Mom said,

    June 5, 2007 at 4:42 pm

    Thank God! At least now you know that you have grown up!

  5. Bharath Kumar A.R said,

    February 18, 2008 at 6:15 pm

    hey Aneesh, i dint know u were blogging…good work dude,…hey, was that ur mom who wrote the last comment?

  6. June 2, 2008 at 7:14 pm

    […] 2, 2008 at 7:14 pm (Uncategorized) A year ago, i wrote this.  It was a truly wonderful day and will remain so always.  But little did I know then about the […]


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: