Turning 27!

Yup, another year goes by, some more hair turns grey... Happy Birthday to me.

A week before, I was asked if I'd write about turning 27, like I had at 26, and that was the first I was reminded that I had a birthday coming up. I'm kinda making a habit out of forgetting it. So here they are, my thoughts on my 27th.

It was a great relief to realise I still have friends who remember. Given the amount of time I've spent at work this last year, hence, not with friends, it was a pleasant surprise. Nice, to the extent of being funny, was when my hostel buddies started wishing me a week in advance and amidst wild guesses of when my birthday actually was, I had one full week of wishes! 
(Sometimes it's better when people forget. :) )

Then there's my father, who calls to wish, and the first thing he says is "You're of marriagable age now!". Supposedly my kundli says I'll get married between 27 and 29, so that's the new ploy.
(Note to self: Devise new ways of staying out of trap!)

The fun part was when we landed up at a pub, to discover they were gonna have a fashion show, and I believe I witnessed a first, in that the audience was hotter than the models. Then there was the celebrity bartender who kept dropping bottles while trying to juggle to keep himself busy, since no one wanted the weird drinks he made. (I liked them! Alcohol, free, what's not to like?)

A drive around the city with old hindi music playing on the radio, ice-cream at the roadside thela (who didn't know what Tutti Frutti was.... do they not make it anymore?) was how the day ended... on a simple, little pleasures note. No introspection, no revelations, just plain simple life...