My office celebrated my birthday last week with apparent joy and indulgence. I'm the youngest among the elite (me excluded) lot. So come my birthday, they devise this wacky yet memorable style of celebrating my birthday, which, honestly was refreshing for the somber ambience. We ordinarily work under challenging circumstances. So a little fun is always in the order. And what better occasion than the kid's birthday. Being the point of my senior colleagues' childlike joy and finding them suddenly turning puerile, immensely pleased me.
It was nothing less than feeling belonged. Serious people laughed. It felt good.
Here are a few moments captured from the occasion..
the day starts...just look at the trio at the book rack..conspiring about the proceedings to be
they realized that I'd noticed something cooking..i'm being explained otherwise
i decide to turn my ears and eyes away
the goodies are revealed..
claps begin..the candles are blown and the knife slices through the cake (look at Sir thumping out of the cubicle behind me..)
mission accomplished...i'm garlanded with chocolates..a fitting gift for the kid of the family..look at the smiles flashing around
birthday bouquet arrives...the special thing about it is that it's hand made by our office gardener with flora from our office garden
look at the teddy in the b'day card....i sure felt like a kid
after everyone captures the unique garland ... i begin to remove it..oops wait...
how could Sir let me go that easily...I had then to wear it in the manner as directed by him..criss cross...Please don't miss that mischievous smile on his face as he stands besides me.. !!!
It's cake time...
Mr. Nityananda Mohanty..the man who arranged it all..partner in crime
I'm led through the wish and individual signatures on my b'day card
Accepting the bouquet from Das Sir ended the ceremony in the perfect note for me.
After all he's the Cap'n of the ship.
Another year has gone by. My last birthday feels like yesterday. Back at home that night I couldn't help thinking what I think every year........
Like the sun.
Now over head,
Then kissing horizon;
The brightest of 'em all
Yet destined to set
I embrace impending time
Without bidding adieu
Those many fold memories
Joys, tears, learnings alike
Impending gray, slipping youth
Bound to live such inscrutable truth.