Yesterday was my B’Day! And the moment hubby wished me at midnight; I had fear building up inside me. Fear of the dreaded day, my B’day! This B’day I was to turn 33. But the fear had nothing to do with my age. I never feel bad or uncomfortable upon turning a year older. Everybody grows old right? So that is fine with me. Now you must be wondering why I was horrified.

Well, since I remember most of my B’days were marred by one bad thing or the other. Call it a jinx or whatever but something bad has to happen on my B’day. Not a super bad thing but on your special day a small bad thing is enough to spoil your mood.

Now I shall not give a detailed account of 33 years as to what happened and how each year was spoiled. But shall tell you only about last year’s B’day. Just to prove my point. Last year I lost my cell on my B’day. And that too early in the morning while going to work. So nobody could call me and wish me Even that was fine but my sister had serious doubts that I purposely threw it away to get a new cell from hubby. Now that was gross

Every year I plan to wear new attire on the special day. Only to be awaken by heavy showers and thunderstorm in the morning. Now you have to be really brave and rich to step out in new attire on such a day. So I take one last look at my new dress and keep it back safely. And finally I settle with the ‘Rainy dress’ (an old and faithful salwar kameej stitched with Garden material which remains intact for atleast 1000 years. Females of my age would probably know what I am talking)

But this year was an exception. Day started with my 2.5 years old daughter first singing “Happy B’day to u” and then asking if she can cut my B’day cake . Then in-spite of heavy rains I made up my mind and wore a new dress to work. And in midst of plenty of work managed to have a good time with my colleagues. Threw a treat to my department and everybody liked it. One more pleasant thing happened at work. On our B’days we all get a birth day card duly signed by MD and all other colleagues. However, this year there was a slight change in the policy. As per changed policy only those who are on the pay-role of main company were given cards and the less fortunate like me were left high and dry. Now this discrimination is kind of bad. At the end of the day everybody is contributing towards the company irrespective of the pay-role. My HOD was furious due to this stupid change. He personally went and fought with HR and came back victriously with my card tucked under his arm. He is a kind of person who would normally not get into all such trivial issues. So I felt nice and a bit honoured

When I left from work it was again raining heavily but I had already stopped worrying about spoiling my new dress and enjoyed the cool breeze and showers for a change. Before I reached home hubby called up and burst out laughing. It seemed that my mom had got a cake and my little one had already cut it and helped herself with one big piece. When I reached home she enthusiastically showed me the cut cake and assured me that she is guarding it from others

Soon hubby came all drenched and battered with an equally drenched and battered rose bouquet. He had taken a wrong bus so had to walk quite some distance. Felt really bad for him and I actually blushed while accepting the bouquet. After 5 years of marriage I thought I had forgotten to blush

Mom had cooked a wonderful dinner. And we all did full justice to it.

So this was my B’day. A grand one. A perfect one. The one I waited for 33 years