Not very long ago , when I was a kid , a birthday party on the calendar meant 5 days pre planning and 5 days of post analysis .As a girl which dress to wear , what gift to buy , if shes your best friend then what different is it that you will do , asking the lucky bday lad what he/she likes/wants etc etc and the list would go on.
On the D day it was all about balloons , birthday caps , whistles , cake , games and return gifts in that order , food yes when the aunts would hurriedly queue you up to eat , and without fail you would spoil you pretty pink frill frock because you couldn't carry that heavy plate in your hand. And if it was your own birthday it meant one month pre planning and 5 days post crying ( on things your parents didn't do/could have done better ) .Making invitation cards or buying those cute note pads which had balloons ( if not with balloons you sure must have bought one with hearts on it) , deciding which flavor cake you want to eat (which is the last thing you care about that day ) , friend list ( time to take revenge with the one with whom you had a fight the previous day , that's the longest you could carry on enmity those days ) , obviously your dress again , games etc etc etc.
So the other day when planning a surprise party for my hubby , this is all that came to my mind ..list of friends , balloons, whistles , birthday caps , cake , games , food , return gifts..
And it was still the same..seeing all the friends that too at 12 in the night put that smile our faces and filled that happiness in our hearts which will last forever.When everybody wore the birthday caps and blew the whistles when the cake was cut ..when hubby had the blue avatar look with the cake all over his face..and birthday kicks over his back ( he didn't take any medicine for the pain that remained for a couple of days thereafter , i think he didn't want the memory to fade out..)
And we played games and there were fights on who won , who had cheated , questions on will there be a prize..the same old burgers , patties and chocolates to eat.
It was all the same , and it felt the same ..and I was happy , contended and assured because that day I realized that we have made friends for life.. friends who made that time so special..and that my husband has a treasured gift for life..
P.S - bandar , tyagi , pandey , parru , jigs , vishu , rahul , debs , shevali , vicki - we love you all :))
On the D day it was all about balloons , birthday caps , whistles , cake , games and return gifts in that order , food yes when the aunts would hurriedly queue you up to eat , and without fail you would spoil you pretty pink frill frock because you couldn't carry that heavy plate in your hand. And if it was your own birthday it meant one month pre planning and 5 days post crying ( on things your parents didn't do/could have done better ) .Making invitation cards or buying those cute note pads which had balloons ( if not with balloons you sure must have bought one with hearts on it) , deciding which flavor cake you want to eat (which is the last thing you care about that day ) , friend list ( time to take revenge with the one with whom you had a fight the previous day , that's the longest you could carry on enmity those days ) , obviously your dress again , games etc etc etc.
So the other day when planning a surprise party for my hubby , this is all that came to my mind ..list of friends , balloons, whistles , birthday caps , cake , games , food , return gifts..
And it was still the same..seeing all the friends that too at 12 in the night put that smile our faces and filled that happiness in our hearts which will last forever.When everybody wore the birthday caps and blew the whistles when the cake was cut ..when hubby had the blue avatar look with the cake all over his face..and birthday kicks over his back ( he didn't take any medicine for the pain that remained for a couple of days thereafter , i think he didn't want the memory to fade out..)
And we played games and there were fights on who won , who had cheated , questions on will there be a prize..the same old burgers , patties and chocolates to eat.
It was all the same , and it felt the same ..and I was happy , contended and assured because that day I realized that we have made friends for life.. friends who made that time so special..and that my husband has a treasured gift for life..
P.S - bandar , tyagi , pandey , parru , jigs , vishu , rahul , debs , shevali , vicki - we love you all :))
