Happy Birthday to me #MondayMusings

Happy birthday to me. Oh yes!! Today is my birthday. Readers, you can take this ‘August’ opportunity to wish me, I would be flattered. However, at home, I have firmly asked the husband and the kid not to do anything for my birthday. No celebrations, no wishes, no gifts, no dining out, no cakes, no flowers, and no candles. Like obedient boys, they immediately canceled all plans, whatsoever. And, now I realize, there is actually going to be nothing for my birthday and in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, I call few friends for lunch and write this post so that fellow bloggers at least do something. When I said, I do not want a celebration, I had thought that the boys would coax and cajole me to party or at least give me a gift, but NADA!!, they just obeyed. I wonder, why don’t they be this obedient when I ask them to put dirty clothes in the laundry basket or put the dirty plate in the washbasin. Why this selective obedience?

In the last thirteen years of marriage, I have asked the man thirteen hundred thousand crore times not to put his clothes on the floor of the shower, not to leave a trail of clothes and accessories from the entrance to the balcony after returning from office, not to put wet towel on the bed/sofa, not to fold the cushions after sitting on the sofa, not to put his dirty feet on white couch, not to put food stains on the white tiles, not to keep his watch and purse on the altar of the living room, not to keep important documents lying around in the living room, not to confuse dry and wet waste, not to smear the oven with flour, not to leave vegetable peels on the kitchen counter, not to keep the cupboard door open after taking out clothes, not to wear grey colour t-shirt when we go out, not to let his mother make me perform religious fastings/rituals, not to bring suitcase full of eatables from his native village, not to ask me to cook something after I have finished cooking something else, not to drag me to houses of irritating relatives, not to invite guests without asking me, not to buy snacks items that nobody likes to eat, not to discuss stock markets and dollar rates with me, not to watch prank videos (without earphones) till the middle of the night, not to watch melodramatic movies from the 80s, not to listen to the same folk song every morning, etcetera etcetera. He never listened to any single one of these, and then once in 13 years, I said that I don’t want to do anything for my birthday and he becomes THE MOST OBEDIENT HUSBAND in this whole world and obeys to the T.

In a desperate attempt to cheer up, I am trying to convince myself that after forty birthday should be celebrated in a meaningful way, it should be celebrated by pondering at the good and bad things of life. To learn from the mistakes and feel grateful for the good things and we should take this opportunity to give back to the world, blah!blah!.(but my mind is still cribbing about the missed Dutch truffle with forty (+) candles jostling for space on top of it).

Nevertheless, a birthday is just another day, just another routine day with no meaningful conversations, another day to sit by the window and do work, another day to read a book or watch a movie. At the end of the day, it is just another day. Amen!!!

P.S. The post was written in anticipation that there would be no celebration BUT from secret sources (read son) I got the information that a table has been booked in a nearby restaurant for dinner…..and with this he proves his disobedient nature once again..

So, stay tuned for updates on the celebration. OMG!! I am such an attention seeking typical leo😜😜😜

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