celebrating birthday

This was my birthday. Had gone to bed early in the morning. Got a birhtday wish call from home at 9.00 and I dont know what I talked about! So much for the birthday wishes.

Woke up at 3.00 in the afty and have been in the lap of net since then.

And it is now that I suddenly realise that well, it is my BIRTHDAY. So I should have celebrated, maybe should have given a party with beer and chicken, the kind of thing that Priyank had done. And I should have felt happy that this is my birthday, the day which comes once in a year, precisely after 365 days.

But then, there are so many other days which are so much more significant. These were the days when I was really happy a few years ago. The day when I passed an important exam, or the day when my cousin got married or maybe the day when India defeated Pakistan in the world cup. Why should I try to celebrate a day which I dont remember. No one can remember the day he was born. Since one comes into this world all in tears, in fact crying loud, it looks difficult to think that the child is really happy to be born, right?

Maybe this is the day for my parents and other relatives to be happy. But they are not with me now and that is the tragedy. So I am just playing cool and assuming this is just another day.