birthdays...I am in love with you

Finally… oh my lovely blog, I finally have time to write in you. Kya timepass hai yeh. But there was so much to write and so little time. Office has been crazy with all hell breaking loose.

In between I even had my birthday. On my birthday while having bath (no not a birthday bath, just one of the regular everyday bath) I was thinking of when I was little and how we could get to wear colored clothing in school and give out sweets. Earlier till the third standard I studied in Dubai and our vacations were in July and August. That meant no colored clothes for me and no being hero for the day. So when we shifted to Mumbai, one of the look forwards (there weren’t too many) was that in August schools were on. So I could wear my safari to school. I distinctly remember wearing my light bluish grey safari and distributing sweets in school. Before you distribute and the entire class singing.. happy birthday to you. Clap clap. Man it felt so good when that happened for the time in IV B. I remember counting the days left to my birthday and what I would wear. The sweets we used to give out were parle orange flavored hard boiled confectionaery. They used to cost around 10 paise each in retail and lower if you bought them by the bulk. Every guy in class (60 of us) would get two. And I think the best friend secretly got more. One would get more number of best friends on a birthday than other normal days. 10 paise I guess went a long way those days. Or should I say friendship was cheap. Whatever it was it sure was fun.
Oh I wish I had the same excitement of remembering my birthday two months in advance and counting down from there. This year my bachas at office gifted me a bat and a pair of jeans. The low waist, tight fit jeans. How the hell do these kids wear these low waisters, especially the women? Don’t they feel naked from the back? There is considerable amount of air that you feel your ass is getting and that the crack is showing. But I am sure the guys are not complaining. Every time you go to a store there will be one stupid lady bending down wearing a short t shirt and how could they not know? Well... I am sure the guys are not complaining.