FOR THEM… WHO ARE BY ME,FOR ME AND OF ME….

I never imagined the day would turn up so awesomely exciting when I discovered my mom suddenly went off the ground of making and decking my house into a perfect reception venue for my friends. It was my birthday. The cumbrous tasks of cleaning my stuffs err.. mess of my room, every nook and cranny of the house, ensued upon me when my mom (the ultimate restaurateur and home maker) took to bed the previous day. Birthday wishes started pouring in right from the mid night…this is the only day when I feel the beast of burden in me has finally revolted and set free the wild one in me. But this time it was different. Marooned in the ‘can’t say no’ work of sending replies to each of my well wishers, my conscience remained alert the whole night by the splash reminding me of my heavy and unwieldy chores pending for the morning.

MORNING seriously could not show the day for me. The wakeup and another wish call for me dizzied my mind at once. With the thankful soul and a cursing brain I chose to battle it out. Every year my sister used to take me out of the slumber like a well nurtured bud made to bask in the sun….this time I missed it (my sister being at her in-laws), my father and mother used to be sitting at the living room with the most awaited smile on their face (and with presents…too) that made me blush each time I looked at them…I missed it too. This is the time I feel highly esteemed as well as to sit on my knees in token of complete subservience. The irony lies in the thought of the ‘me’, an honoured person, groveling in front of them who crowned ‘me’ with the honor and seeking debasement! I missed it too…With all my works getting done gradually, after I took to them, I triggered up with the new spirit of completing them!

Things err… mess came under control after I transformed my room into a habitable place…at least when I discovered to my dismay that my room had a couple of more sitting places! Then I took the charge of other rooms but ended up with a scuffle with my ailing mom over a petty issue. The thought of mom’s grumbling face and the nuances of the atmosphere, sulking mom (now and again) was crowding all my ecstasy of previous victorious joy out. I didn’t know how to mend it. How to set all things to track was of no hint to me. I sought solace from the morning sun so that everybody keeps smiling all throughout my birth day (including me) and no element persist therein to bug me at the end of the day. My friends were about to come. The happy bunch. And truly I didn’t want my mother to feign happy at them. Because I knew quite well, that would never allow me to play and rest in peace. And after shedding her masks off, she was gonna hurl those tear-bombs, arrows (whatever indicating and implying that my friends are now all I care for) at me some times or later.

Then came my friends and I understood for the first time in my life what are friends for, what purpose do they serve for apart from retrieving the treat from me at any random causes. For the first time I realized how the charm of their individual unique characteristics churned magic and helped restore normalcy directly, with no pact/ceasefire involved. The kiddish, absolute nonsense, but still surprising enough to excite admiration, type of behavior, the nonchalance, complete impassiveness attitude with a cuddly smile of another and the ‘yes, I can’ and lots of induced and self-imposed principles and oath to be followed type of attitude (though ultimately failing in every attempt) of another of them was their wizardry training that captivated my mom, dad and helped me wriggle out of the morning situation. Many surprises were queued up for me, the birthday boy. loads of unexpected gifts and things yielded . Well it brought a big smile to my face, an even bigger to my mom’s, and must be a wry smile on the god’s face. I understood, the satisfaction mirrored in my mom’s eyes were out of the feeling of being secured. (as mothers are always there to see whether u have ate properly and whether the people around you are taking care of you, and not cunning enough to take you in…the more you convince or work at it ,the more she gets perplexed). Didi turned up a bit late than I expected…well she is a working woman now and married too that compels her to perform with a 3 times more efficacy at her 3 fold duties of office, in-laws and her maternal side’s (priority level is not verified). But being mired in deluge of surprises that my friends brought with them, I hardly got the chance of reanimate myself. And look up to more.

At the end of it all, when I found my mom – dad prattling over the good sense of my friends and bragging their role in getting myself admitted to the right college with the right friends around me, I felt honoured that day.

But my acknowledgment goes to them who made me happy and so my birthday.