Here’s wishing me

As the big two-five approaches my friends came over to spend the weekend in Canberra for some pre-birthday partying. If that in itself does not tell you how special I’ am to them – nothing will.
The weekend passed by in a blissful blur of good food, drink, music and conversation. We laughed, mocked, joked and ribbed each other to no end and at the end of it all, returned to our respective homes. Considerably sombre and inevitably sadder for the weekend having come to an end.
The big day looms and the plans as of now include early-to-work, seminar till 8 pm and then dinner.
My wonderful sister has been giving me gifts for the last two days, and I am eagerly looking forward to the finale. The haul thus far includes a Famous Five and ….. a Moleskine notebook!! It feels like velvet to touch and I don’t really feel like writing in it. When she gave it to me and I finished screeching with glee, I promptly proceeded to smell that new-book smell and then I just held it for ever so long. Ah the love affair with stationery!
About that Famous Five – About three weeks ago I chanced upon one of the FFs I had bought when I first moved to Canberra. Enid Blyton is my refuge. When I want to relax for that half hour before falling asleep I savour the familiarity of Enid Blyton’s books. What can I say – I’m just a bespectacled little ten-year old at heart! So I read through my FF and that weekend I went to a few book shops looking for an omni-bus or so to buy, only to be told that they are no longer is fashion. Most of what was on offer for ten year olds was beyond comprehension and I just left with a sense of immense loss and pity for these kids who will miss out on so very much!
Even the local library does not stock them anymore!
And finally, quarter-century, in-my-prime, biological clock ticking, expiry date, shelf-life and a million other cheap shots will be taken at my expense soon.
I just shrug, I like aging, mostly because I can still pass off for 15 and still asked for a school ID card on buses and matronly air-hostesses offer me the same ‘apple juice mixed with sprite’ that they reserve for the ‘kiddies’ and partly because it gives me a license to impart knowledge without being asked for it.
Mostly because I can look around at things and say ‘been there done that’ and partly because I know that I’m still young enough to it all over again if I want.
Mostly because everyone around me is going through the marriage-interview process and I don’t have to and partly because I know that the day I want to get married I can do it my way.
Mostly because I’m almost where I want to be in life and partly because I can just walk away and start afresh.
Mostly because I’m ‘old enough’ and partly because I’m ‘young enough’ to be transported back 15 years with a book, a song or a friend.
Mostly for all the life experiences and partly because there is so much more waiting to happen!
But most of all it is because the growing up is done and partly because I can now do whatever the heck I want, whenever I want, however I want and if anyone questions me pat will come the reply ‘I’m going to be 25 on Wednesday!’.

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3 thoughts on “Here’s wishing me

  1. Happy Birthday to youHappy Birthday to youuuuHappy Birthday dear AmritaaaaHappy Birthdayyyy toooo yooooouuuuuuMUUUUUUAAAAAAH!Have a lovely day and an amazing year darlin!

  2. Well, that is a new take on the ol’ quarter century mark. I reached mine with feelings of doom and gloom, and ruminating about how old I felt just thinking of the number. But I like ur take on 25 much better!Happy birthday, and may all your wishes come true. Hope the finale of the presents is something even better than the moleskin

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