My birthday gift

Barely a month passed since my post on my, not so intense but, distinctly hostile attitude towards me owing a personal cellphone and here I’m blessed with this cute little devil on my birthday by my beloved parents. I never truly believed that I could keep that “thing” away from me for much long.  All the same, I never suspected it would be so soon. I had to succumb to the mighty parental love. And I always thought that it’s peer pressure that would get me in the end. Ha!

My Happy Birthday!

Today’s is my happy birthday

I felt a mixture of childish glee and also a grown-up’s absurdity, even as I was typing it.

Kids seem very cute when they say it.  Of course, I have no intentions to get cute with anyone now. May be I just wanted to experience a momentary association with the innocent childhood.

Birthdays for me have always meant to be celebrated, feel special and have fun. But these days I get a feeling that I might be little too old to indulge in all that stuff. I suspect it’s a cultural thing – I hardly ever came across any older people who celebrate their birthdays. Somehow the notion that celebrations are for only the children/young seemed to have stuck with us. Perhaps a part of me has believed that one should treat one’s birthday like any other day and not try to disturb the daily routine and any attempts to do otherwise is only seen as a sign of immaturity.

But I want to get out of that stereotype and wish to make (and feel) my birthdays special, if not for anyone else,  just for myself. And I’ll do it today!

Father of the Nation

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

Today is the 140th birthday of Mahatma Gandhi, Father of our nation. And I pay my deep-felt respects to him on this occasion.

Mahatma Gandhi is my most favorite historical person. I always am awestruck by his ability to lead a nation towards freedom and that too through non-violence. I sometimes wonder, how he even got the idea. Because that’s a feat which has not occurred either before or after him.

And the not so great things I hear occasionally about him never really managed to affect the magnitude of my admiration for that great soul.

I have a guilty confession to make here – though I proclaim that he is my favorite personality and I’m his ardent fan, I haven’t yet even read his autobiography. It is a task, which I have been procrastinating without any apparent reason.  Actually the thought has slipped away from my mind. Now that I discovered it, I can’t seem to wait to lay my hands on My Experiments With Truth.

I also take this opportunity to bring forth my desire, that had slide into the back of mind long ago, to actively pursue my interest in Gandhian Thought (yeah, seriously! At one time, I thought to take it up as a study ).