So another year, one more birthday gone by. There's something special about this day isn't it? As kids, we look forward to this day, when we are dressed in pattu pavadai in the morning, the customary visit to the temple, payasam lunch, namaskaarams to elders and gifts in cash or kind. Then in the evening, the pavadai is replaced with a lacy frilly frock, in pink and white, friends come to a decorated house to wish you and celebrate your day with gifts. Cake is cut and served, and you feel special. As we grow up, the customary visits to temple become a rarity, as you need to be in college, or school or work. Instead of frilly dresses, we wear something more sober, there are no parties held at home, friends want you to treat them somewhere else. Then as years go by, when you have a husband and a kid, your own birthday excitement takes a back seat, you are busy planning your kid's birthday, or a surprise for your husband. Nobody plans it for you. Friends write on FB, the calls are less, messages are few, but you check your 'wall', it would be clogged with posts and wishes. I still prefer a phone call, nothing is more exciting than hearing your friend's voice, full of joy while he/ she is wishing you.sigh! The temple visits never happen, but you never forget to visit the temple for your lil one. The only outing is a trip to a restaurant for a dinner. But, the one thing that never changes is the 'payasam' made by Mum. No matter where her child is, the payasam is definitely made, given to everyone after the 'naivedyam'. Yes, birthdays are special, once in a year, you are the cynosure of your loved ones eyes, and no gift is as priceless as the feeling of being loved and wanted by the people you love. Thank you Ma!
For the last few days, I open my blog, view it, read my friends posts and then sign out... There are so many thoughts crossing my mind, everyday, but am unable to pin it down. For example, this morning, in the Delhi metro, nobody offered their seat to an old woman, she even requested one young girl to get up, as she wasn't feeling too well, but the dame refused. Two minutes later, the old woman had a dizzy spell and fell, I couldn't help asking that dame, how would she have felt if her mother went through a similar situation? She obviously didn't have an answer, but that set me into a thinking mode, not to forget that I was totally upset with such a start to the day. But, come to think of it, what is happening to our society? What happened to values? Respect..Kindness...Compassion... Have people forgotten these words? What are we passing on to our children? Everyday, I get bogged down by such thoughts, because, even if I stick to my guns, and pass on the so called ...
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