The two kinds of celebrations I never actually understood

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The first has to be Birthdays. This is one kind of celebration that goes back to your childhood when you do not have the verbal mastery to debate and prove to your parents that Birthday celebrations look stupid, utterly stupid. My dad was very obsessed with my birthday, and why should he not be – I was born that day. He used to decorate the whole house and invite more people than what the house and our finances could hold.

However I secretly always pondered over the purpose of all that. They all celebrated and sang for me, as if being born a couple of years from then, on that day, was something I was planning for years and finally could accomplish with marvelously flying colors. They greet you as if I myself, had caused my birth. I honestly believe that if they do want to celebrate my birthday – the purpose of which is also unclear as I was not like the guy who theorized space-time continuum or the man who liberated them from some tyrannous clutches – they should congratulate my parents. They did all the stuff, they are the ones who are responsible for me to happen, they are the ones who had sex. I should be made to cut the cake, feed it to them and bow with respect for making me happen. I understand if my parents are glad for getting a child, but the others should totally be like “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. P, you have made a wonderful kid.”
Even the people who tell me that they celebrate because it is the day I – a wonderful friend, or the guy who helped them sometime, or something else – was born; even they should be thanking my parents. I mean I understand celebrating my birthday, but I think I should not be the one getting the credits here.

On a kind of a similar note, there is this other celebration in which I should be the one getting the credits but I don’t. It is the one, when you achieve something, like passing an examination, getting a job, or becoming a parent. I don’t know how this is celebrated throughout the world but in our place it is celebrated by distributing sweets to neighbors, friends, colleagues and sometimes even acquaintances.
Why? Why am I giving them sweets? I studied hard and I gave the exam to pass it; I being good at my academics got a job after I cracked the interview, I will be the one to have sex, for a baby to come and for me to become a parent. Should they not be giving me sweets, for my efforts? I mean, think about the poor child who in spite of having a very bad financial background, and no proper facilities, earned a great score in his exams. What does he have to do now? Tell his parents they need to shell out more money so that he can go around giving sweets.

People will throw points such as, these are the moments in which you make other people happy by giving them sweets or throwing a party or sometimes both; so that you can share your joy. So that people will pray for more such days to come, which, in turn, is beneficial for you.
Well let me argue on that point.
I think a man will be more happy if there are people, who care about him, knocking on his door, with sweets in their hand, when he achieves something; than he giving it out to others.
People do all this, to widen their circles, and as a bribe for others to keep wanting more such days which in turn will mean progress for them. This is not a conscious attempt to bribe, but there is a subconscious, telepathic bribe exchanged at such events. And you cannot stop doing these, because we don’t live in a perfect society where relations are easily formed without vested interests. And so we continue to feed those imperfections in our favor by such ceremonies.

I know I am being a very harsh critic to something which looks so pleasant, but that does not mean I am going to stop doing it. Let go of all the imperfections such celebrations imply, and I too like to have a reason to celebrate; but to speak out what I feel is more crucial a need for me than having fun.


Ya 2013, Hop in. Happy New Year.

For the past 1 week or above there had been these questions that constantly lingered in my head, “What should I do on the new year?What should I be doing when the clock ticks 12 on 31st December? How should I welcome 2013?” I could not get a proper answer. It was not that I always welcomed new year with a bash and a kiss as the clock bangs to 12 with fireworks lighting up the sky. In fact, I can recollect very clearly how I have spent my earlier ‘New Year’s Eve midnights’ or at least of the past 4-5 years. Let me see,

Dec 31st 2008: I was in my living room, with my table lamp and television on. I remember watching some media coverage of a discotheque. Full of hot girls and dance moves, it was too hot to be played with volume.

Dec 31st 2009: I guess I was in a relationship this time. I remember talking on the phone the entire night. So basically I welcomed the 2010 by burning my brains with my phone’s radiation.

Dec 31st 2010: I was no more in a relationship. Having went through a break up just 3 months back I spent my entire time with my desktop and codes.

Dec 31st 2011: Having swore to my life that I will never fall in love again, I was still working. I remember myself sitting on the bed with a laptop as I could see people howling outside at the tick of 12.

Well, I tried to make various plans for tonight. Beach parties, pubs, discotheques or even just a huge hotel where I can find a good attractive crowd of the opposite sex. Anything from those would do, and I was totally excited to go for it. However on the morning of the last day of 2012 I was pretty sure that nothing huge was going to work out. So I just gave a middle finger to life and planned to sit down and work some extra hours. As I was leaving from the office, my friend called me up and said that some of them are outside my company waiting for me to join them for a spontaneously planned dining party.

Even though my plans were definitely huge than a dining party but c’mon a dinner with friends is better than sitting inside my room with my laptop. So I went for it. After a pathetic sweet corn soup and an over-colored dish, we started having fun with the usual jokes, sarcasms and more jokes.
Earlier that day when my ex-manager wished me for the new year as she was leaving office today, she also asked me what my plans were for tonight. When I said nothing she just said “Do anything but coding. At least for tonight.” God I must have such a nerdy impression on everybody. But, hey, fuck it.

So here I was away from my laptop and the blue screen, with my friends having dinner. On my way to room my roommates told me to get chicken. As we got home we prepared chicken and soon enough we were eating chicken, having fun, and some of them even getting themselves a bit drunk.
Before it was 12, I knew I was thinking about 1 person the most. No matter how hard I try to not think of that, there is always this one person lurking in your head. But at the tick of 12, all of us huddled together and started hopping around with loud asynchronous shouts of Happy New Year. That bit of craziness totally flushed out the lurking person from my head. As we sat down and started devouring whatever was in front of us, I tried recollecting all my past new years. The last 5 years or above I spent my New Year’s mid night with TV, or a Phone, or a desktop, a laptop, basically anything but humans.
Of course this time there were no disco lights, DJs, hot girls, a crazy crowd, but still considering my past track record of new year celebrations, this was better. And oh yes, New Years Resolution. I thought about it, and like all previous new years I am not going to fall for that stupidity.

So as an ending note … (though this is rather ironic to be an ending note), Happy New Year everybody.