I am back after a long hiatus :). For some reason, i decided to go ahead with this :


BirthDAZE OVER THE YEARS

I realized rather gloomily that my nineteenth birthday is not far off. It means that next year, I will cease to be a teen. Here’s something that makes me feel less gloomy because, some of these events are etched in my mind forever and always have a smile emanating from my lips whenever I think of them.

The first 5 years - Everyone made a big ado. Relatives from all walks of the world, landed at our place for the ‘big event.’ It was razzmatazz personified. I was one of the youngest on both sides and one can only imagine the heights to which I was petted and pampered.

5-12 years-Everyone continued to make a huge fuss. Any bratty tantrums I threw were borne with a smile that might have well been an inward grimace. Lots of presents from everyone. I received money as gift from many members of my considerably large family .I took chocolates to school and was the pivot of attraction.

13-15 years- Teenage mutiny. people tried to make a huge fuss- I thought it was "uncool" and rebelled .Looked forward to gifts from friends. Grandparents , uncles and aunts called. Reasonable number of cards and gifts from friends . Felt special back then though, not as much as I had felt for the first 13 years, before the transformation from brat to a bigger brat.

16-18 years - Spent my 16th and 18th b’days among horrifyingly nightmarish days of my board exams, learning, teaching, breaking my head over math and accounts and watching my friends break their heads over math and accounts and inwardly rejoicing that I was not the only one breaking my head. My 17th b’day was a tad better - I was in my 11th std and my finals were around the corner. It was still officially not yet ‘exam week’ . However, the apprehensions regarding the exams had made themselves quite at home.

Now, my 19th b’day is around the corner. Nothing much will change. I will still have college on my b’day. Exams will either be in progress or round the corner(Damn them! They never ever seem to give me any respite, despite it being my b‘day), friends will ask for a treat, I will happily give in, return home and mourn the fact that I am into my last year as a teenager .

Drat, the next time I throw a tantrum, I will have to bear in mind the unpleasant fact that I can no more blame it on me being a teenager going through a rebellious phase. Time to think up a new excuse :)