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Years ago on 27 september 2013 when i was in my 10th standard I had to travel from Guntur to Vijayawada to watch "Attarintiki daredi" movie premier at mid night and someone very close to me asked me not to go as the next day was her birthday. When I told her I have to go she asked me if that work was more important than her birthday. I asked her to tell me what was so important about her birth in the first place. I also told her that “I don’t celebrate my own birthday coz i think it is the worst day to be celebrated and why are you so gung-ho about wanting to celebrate your birth. If you think the mere fact that you are born calls for a celebration Infact you dont have any kind of participation in your birth, why should you make such a big deal about celebrating it?”
Needless to say she slapped me.
The obsession for birthdays most primarily comes from an intense fear of an individual that his or her existence might not matter to anybody else. So at least on that one particular day if an X number of people greet, it will make you feel like a star at least for that day and then you can wait like a nobody for another year to go by to become a star for yet another one day.
Incidentally the best birthday greeting I have ever received was in the form of an sms from an unknown number. “HEY ABHI FUCKER, ANOTHER YEAR IN YOUR LIFE HAS GONE AND I AM ELATED COZ U ARE NEARING TO YOUR DEATH!”
This above sms I received kind of sums up my feelings about birthdays. I consider a greeting for my birthday as a truly ugly reminder that I am getting that much older and that much more nearer to death and consequently I have that much less time to do whatever I want to do.
If at all anyone needs to celebrate, they and their near ones should celebrate their achievements and not that its their birthday.I would rather celebrate the birthday of the people who were very close to me and the people who influenced me in life.The best way to celebrate is to celebrate the day on which you have achieved something but not on a day that you just happened to be born the way millions of people, animals and insects get born every day.
“Happy Birthday”.
Now that I have confessed why I fear “Happy Birthday” greetings I think I have given enough fodder to all you haters of mine out there to come out with the nastiest greetings of all kinds on my next birthday and you all should celebrate this moment. Ha Ha!
Epilogue
The woman who slapped me coz of my words never met me again . On her last birthday I messaged her “Happy Birthday” and she did not reply.
Needless to say she slapped me.
The obsession for birthdays most primarily comes from an intense fear of an individual that his or her existence might not matter to anybody else. So at least on that one particular day if an X number of people greet, it will make you feel like a star at least for that day and then you can wait like a nobody for another year to go by to become a star for yet another one day.
Incidentally the best birthday greeting I have ever received was in the form of an sms from an unknown number. “HEY ABHI FUCKER, ANOTHER YEAR IN YOUR LIFE HAS GONE AND I AM ELATED COZ U ARE NEARING TO YOUR DEATH!”
This above sms I received kind of sums up my feelings about birthdays. I consider a greeting for my birthday as a truly ugly reminder that I am getting that much older and that much more nearer to death and consequently I have that much less time to do whatever I want to do.
If at all anyone needs to celebrate, they and their near ones should celebrate their achievements and not that its their birthday.I would rather celebrate the birthday of the people who were very close to me and the people who influenced me in life.The best way to celebrate is to celebrate the day on which you have achieved something but not on a day that you just happened to be born the way millions of people, animals and insects get born every day.
“Happy Birthday”.
Now that I have confessed why I fear “Happy Birthday” greetings I think I have given enough fodder to all you haters of mine out there to come out with the nastiest greetings of all kinds on my next birthday and you all should celebrate this moment. Ha Ha!
Epilogue
The woman who slapped me coz of my words never met me again . On her last birthday I messaged her “Happy Birthday” and she did not reply.
shall i comment on your blog to make you happy or just ignore your blog.
ReplyDeleteAns will be if you can make someone happy on a special day or for is work you must do it by keeping your self interests aside.
firstly this blog is to just share my views on diff topics not for comments fr sure
DeleteA good content with real facts.good job
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