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Unwanted Metal

It was a hot and humid summer’s evening in Kolkata.

Back in 1995 me being only 7 years old my desires were limited. After visiting a relative’s place, on our way back home we stopped at a newly opened restaurant. Since it was a pure veg outlet it was swamped with Marwari’s and Gujrati’s.

“Papa why are people carrying their own plates?” I inquired pulling my dad’s hand.

“This is a self-service outlet son. No waiters here” replied dad looking for a place for us.

“So people place orders and take their food themselves” added my mother.

“Wow, they must be saving a lot of money this way” I replied impressed by the business module.

The restaurant was also running a lucky draw contest whereby anyone whose billing amount was greater than Rs. 500/- was eligible to participate in the contest.

My father placed the order and asked me to join the line where people were standing to take a chance at their luck. My mother joined along saying, “Go son go”.

“See son, there is the list of prizes from one to ten. Remember you will WIN the FIRST prize”

“No I don’t want a gold coin. I want the third prize; I am going to win a bicycle”

Both my parents laughed at my innocence.

Anyway, there were approximately 7 to 8 people, mostly uncles and aunts ahead of me and a person in black suit was helping them with the lucky draw.

I was discreetly praying god to help me win the third prize because I was sure my parents wouldn’t buy me one. The most heard excuse was – “We live on the second floor in a building. There is no place to keep a bicycle dear”.

As my turn came, the nice person in the suit cheered for me and placed a chair. I stepped on it carefully while my dad held my hand and mom whispered best wishes to get the first prize.

It was a big card-board box covered in birthday wrapping paper with a hole big enough even for a fat man to put his arm through. The gentleman asked me nicely to not see inside the box and made sure that only my arm goes inside the box. I was abiding all rules with a single thought in mind – ‘God please give me three’.

Inside the box I swiped my hand around like a broom and tried to pick up the small circular papers which had numbers printed on them. I picked up one and threw it away thinking ‘Oh this doesn’t feel like a three’.

The gentleman asked me to hurry as the ten second limit was approaching. So I picked out the next one which touched my finger. I slowly pulled it out of the box still praying to god. As my arm was completely out of the box and I showed the number to my parents, the gentleman picked me up in his arms and shouted in joy, “He is the first one today to win the gold coin. Everyone clap for the young chap”

My parents happiness knew no bounds as people around congratulated them praising my luck and everyone cheered.

Among the approximately 200 people present in the restaurant, I was the only one disappointed for bringing out ‘1’.

As the gentleman put me down back on the floor while congratulating me and my parents again, I said to my father, “But I wanted three!”

“It’s better than three beta. You will understand it in the future. Happy Birthday my champion”

Gold coin is still there but a bicycle never found its way to my home.
Back then Iron had more value for me than Gold.

27th year of existence

Yesterday One more year was added to my age (although I didn’t intend to :P)

Gone are the days when I wished to stay out of home all day, travelling long distances with friends. I am 27 now damn it!

What better way to enjoy the day then in the presence of – Awesome pals, Delicious food and Funky drinks.

Due to a miscommunication (funny story though) I got to choose the ‘Secret Birthday Cake’. So instead of one flavour I voted for 5 different flavours. Doesn’t the cake look awesome !! 🙂

Most interesting part was the name of drinks (check the drinks snap), from left to right – Black Magic Vodoo, All About Love, and Kiss Me Red.

A moment from the celebration.

The female waiter came over with the drinks one by one.

Female waiter –  “Ma’am kiss me red”

My friend – “No Thank you”

😀

Food, Friends and Drinks – Best ingredients for a Happy Birthday 🙂

The 30th Birthday

I was 18 years old. I had envisioned a perfectly smooth and fun-filled life for myself. I was pursuing B.Tech, had a girlfriend to live for, had friends who would support me in every endeavor and a family to feel of. My dreams were as simple as imagined.

  • Successfully complete B.Tech with grades above 7.5.
  • Get a corporate job before leaving college and pursue it steadily for 2 – 3 years.
  • Meanwhile convince parents for marriage with the one I Love.
  • Get married to my Love by the age of 24.
  • Leave job by 25 – 26 years of age, build up my own business.
  • Enjoy a romantic and exciting life with my wife.
  • Set up the income source perfectly along with family and buy a Honda Civic.
  • Have a kid by 29 – 30 years of age.

These were my plans for the next 12 years.

Today is my 30th birthday.   I am sitting in a rented apartment, 1500kms away from home, in a suit holding a glass of wine and staring at this old torn and taped piece of paper. My then girlfriend is long-lost, probably married (so is my last girlfriend). I am still single, doing a job, living a questionable life away from family.

Even though I say ‘I don’t wanna get married’, but I do. I wanted to get married by the age of 24 and live a happy, healthy life with my love. My dreams encircled the single-most powerful variable – LOVE.

Two Birthdays

Do you know anyone having two legitimate birthdays? Isn’t it a strange thing to have two birthdays? Boggles your mind huh! Well, Sahil happened to know two such people.

One was his sweetheart Natasha Singh. At birth, she hardly weighed five hundred grams and doctors told she won’t survive. Thanks to her granny, for taking up the challenge to keep her alive and healthy. Growing up she knew her birthday was on 6th September 1992 and it was not until she reached Xth standard, when she saw her actual birth certificate hidden in one old rusty trunk. There it was printed on bold letters June 5, 1991. In a blink she was a year older.

The other one was his close friend Sneha Panth. While searching the original documents for admission in B.Tech she stumbled upon her birth certificate on which was written December 15, 1995. Her parents had changed her birthday to 25th December 1996 for admission purpose in kindergarten and never mentioned to her. One moment you are 18 years and Bam! The next one makes you 19.

I or anyone who never had this kind of realization in life will never know what a person goes through in such a moment. Is it tears of joy, insane laughter, sigh, anger or your whole life just seems to be a joke?

Anything can happen anytime in Life 🙂