It’s my mother birthday today. Unlike my birthday or my brother’s birthday, where he and I are so delusional that we really do believe that the world revolves around us, my mother doesn’t really make much ado about this day. I guess it’s ingrained in my parents’ brains to not really care about their own birthdays but always fixate on their children’s birthdays nevertheless.
Part of the reason for their lack of enthusiasm is perhaps the fact that they both aren’t sure of what day their birthday really is. My Dad was born on the 1st of June in 1969 and my mom on the 1st of March in 1974. Such a happy coincidence, isn’t it? Both took their first breaths on the 1st of a month. Not really. Their parents registered their births much later and the dates they chose, arbitrarily, were the 1st of the month their kids were born in. So, it’s a mystery. And my parents aren’t delusional enough to celebrate “birthday months”.
Growing up, like all kids, I have amazing memories of my birthdays. I was an only child for the first 8 years of my life. And I was a much-pampered kid. I had 2 birthday parties every year. One at my own home in Krishnanagar, and another at Sambhajinagar at my mom’s aunt’s home, as I lived there till I was 6 years old and there I had a different set of friends to throw a party for. Two sets of cakes to cut, two sets of birthday dresses to wear and Two sets of gifts to unwrap.
Life was simple, uncomplicated. The little things brought immense joy. It’s harder today to find that happiness in the smaller things. We try, but whom are we kidding? The bigger house, the bigger car, the bigger pay-check, they always cast a shadow on the “small moments”, that make up life and which truly matter in the end.
But the irony is, even these “smaller moments” need an ecosystem for them to actually occur and then be cherished, and this ecosystem is possible only with money. You need that house, car, cash to be comfortable enough, and then take a step back, relax and be thoughtful and grateful for these small moments.
The only reason I can act all millennial and sit here and blog, is because my father already created that ecosystem for me. I just must keep on maintaining it, to build onto the comfortable existence that I’m privileged enough to have already.