Well right now, I probably should be trying to figure out how to apply graph coloring to system registers. Or reviewing the 8th of 8 dreary cloud computing papers. Ah but chuck it. Life is not about what you ‘ought’ to be doing is it ?
Birthdays. Not your own. But of people who are special to you. They are weird days you know. Weird, because they make you sad and happy at the same time. I have never been able to place my finger on why they give out mixed feelings. I guess they make you sad if you can’t be a part of the celebration. After all birthdays are about sharing right? Like, you won’t really sit in a room all by yourself and sing “happy birthday to you” thingy. And then birthdays are also about anticipation. Anticipation, of whether the person whose birthday it is, will like your gift or not. And then if they don’t, or worst, if you don’t give a gift at all, you feel all rotten. I have been at both ends of the stick- I don’t seem the type, but I had thrown a tantrum once because I didn’t like a gift I got (or didn’t).
My dad. Doesn’t read my blog. He doesn’t know it exists, for that matter. It is his birthday, a week from now. I wrote him a birthday card today. I hope the card reaches him on time (which as an after thought might be a small miracle, across the globe). But I really can’t describe the feeling I had while writing the card. I have never given a gift to my dad on his birthday. Does that sound very aweful? I guess it is. But it is only after getting my bum here that I have realized. Time you have with people you love is short. No, it really is. Who knows- it might not be the same always. What an ominous thing to say while talking about birthdays.
But it is true.