Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Eight Little Letters




I just did not think that I would start writing a blog on this day, my birthday. Well, everything needs a day to start. When everybody asked why don’t you start writing a blog? I replied them, I am not of that type of person. Today's , things made me write this. I have joined 175 billion bloggers in this world.

          Being born in a orthodox family, date of birth was not at all celebrated, at all, back then.  Only the star date, used to be my birth day. When somebody would ask too, I would reply them believe it or not I don’t know. Now that answer seems to be strange. All of the more reason for not celebrating was , till now I have a pseudo birthday according to my official records. It is hard to explain to people how do u have two birthdays in a year? Days I remember I used to go to school, with my oil bath in the morning and new dress, unable to explain them about the star birthday.

           It all started during college years and my work years in Chennai, I started celebrating my , the date of birth . All those surprise birthdays, office people, first birthday I celebrated with my husband, just me and him, followed by my first one in my tummy, and all the surprise cards and gifts these days from my kutties.

           Today of all the Days, this year , became so important in my life. The first birthday after my marriage, my husband is not here with me , physically, I should accept. He is far away in home , Chennai, doing is duty as a son. His dad passed away on Sunday, November 4th.  Sudden demise of his dad, the next person whom I called ‘Appa’ other than my own Dad. A man of punctuality, soft spoken, warm hearted. Nobody can replace him for my husband , my mother in law, and my two sister in laws.  I will also be proceeding soon to my home town, to do my duty as the only daughter in law of that family, to make that soul rest in peace.

          This morning, as usual I open my mail, I receive a e-card from my dad’s friend, JS mama,  who has been wishing me all these years, not one year he has missed.  Before it used to be greeting cards.
          My face book friends, who wished me on my wall, my long lost school friend’s wishes, some of my friends who knew about my fil’s demise, who were struggling in their minds to wish me or not? , my family , my kids wishing me this morning, including my  teen daughter,  wishing me in her own style. My Mom  and Dad who are in different set of mood because we had to straighten out some family issues this morning which almost made them forget it was birthday today.  

          God sent , face book brother, Bala, who brought tears to my eyes with his write up about me and wishing me. Friends who called and wished me over phone. My sister who never forgets to wish me. , my brother, who sent a different gift to me on my birthday ,Wished it was other way around. Him coming around to look after my kids when I am gone .

     My husband who never forgets about my birthday, so sweet of him, even amidst all the issues he had, it reminds of a song (un ninaivu sollamal vanthu pogum), he had bought a gift for me. Though he is not here physically with me, I must accept, I long for it, today, but age makes me understand. 
          A BIG THANK YOU, is all that I can say,  to each and every one of you, you made my day today, you wishes touched my heart in a small way or the other. True, 100%.
          Likewise, my friends, I am sure it is going to be for all persons  . I am going to make a strong wish today, sending out birthday wishes to that person , that day ,they might have or have not problems in their life, this one small little wish of mine could bring a smile to their face.
             Ending my birthday with evergreen song of my hero " Nalam Vazha ennalum en Vazhthukal.......".