Last month I turned 40. A significant milestone for a baby that many thought would not survive and the doctor just took a chance to slap the baby’s buttock gently to see if there was life in it. Over the course of this eventful life, would have cheated death four times. Each time more complex than the other and somehow by the grace of God and consulting physicians, I made it so far.
Have always been the person who would be prompt in wishing an online acquaintance on their birthday or anniversary. Friends and relatives in real life too would always marvel at me remembering dates and wishing them.
Last year, I decided to delete my Facebook and Instagram accounts, as I was spending way too much time on them and it was turning into an addiction of sorts. Restricting myself to Twitter for any major updates, it has served me well. What I realized that being absent on the two major social media networks resulted in the sum total of exactly seven people wishing me on my birthday. Of these three were my sister, my younger maternal aunt, and my elder maternal uncle.
So, I was wondering if social media is a diary of sorts that helps people remember dates and helps them wish acquaintances / friends on their significant days? Don’t know. Perhaps yes! Who knows, people may just wonder, what’s the point in wishing this guy, it will just lead to more conversations, why to waste valuable time! No complaints at all. Just observations on how Facebook has become such a big element of the lives of people.
So what did I do? I took a train to Bengaluru, attended a book launch, met my friend T.G. Shenoy, the good folks at the Bookworm store, and then stayed at my childhood friend from Calcutta’s house. He has now settled in Bengaluru. He surprised me with a birthday cake. It was completely unexpected and it made me emotional, as I thought of our shared childhood. Of playing gully cricket, our obsession with the LBW rules, intense dislike for Maths, love for puchka, rolls, and cutlets, and watching cricket matches on the old Keltron TV at our Behala house. Somehow those memories will always stay in our minds.
Bought a lot of books at Bookworm, also visited Blossom and got some books, returned home the next day, again by train. I was wondering if a post titled “40 Lessons on Turning 40” would be worth it, but then I decided against it. Every journey is unique, lessons that I learnt may not apply to you and vice-versa.
Grateful for everything. A job that helps pay the bills, food to eat, books to read, movies to watch, life goes on.
They say “Life begins at 40.” Let us see what changes this year brings in its course. Excited, curious, hopeful, and grateful for everything that is meant to happen.
Till we meet again – cheers!