I used to love parties. Have a big cake, lots of good food, get presents by family & friends and have a blast. Enjoy myself and have other enjoy themselves as well. I used to have those kind of parties held by my parents at our home until I was 18. Then I got fed up of the idea of having a party thrown at your house by you and your folks.

Honestly I can’t remember what I did for my birthdays for the ages of 20-25. They seem to be a blank and not in the good way. I just don’t think I celebrated them with much aplomb other than perhaps having some good food bought from a hotel or perhaps made at home and ate in silence in front of the tv along with my folks. My 26th birthday was spent in Calicut as I worked there at the time and since it was Friday I spent the evening siting in a bus riding to come back home to Cochin and eating a late dinner with my parents. 27th birthday was at home and I remember that I bought my first cell phone on that day as a present to myself.

My 28th birthday was spent at the hospital as my mom was admitted there for a few days. My 29th was a lonely affair but one I seem to remember so fondly (you can read the simple way I celebrated it here) for some reason. My 30th was a similar one but I actually forgot that it was my birthday until almost 11:30 am! I spent the evening post work at a bar. 31 was with my two best friends at a bar drinking it up and having a blast. 32 was with a colleague in a bar. My 33rd birthday saw me with a sprained ankle that I had suffered a few days before but I still did have a bit of fun (you can read about that here). My 34th birthday was a rather nice and special one as I took my team out for an early dinner (which you can read over here) but to make up for it my 35th & 36th birthdays were sad affairs. Last year was just fine but this year – it’s gonna be the worst one ever! I gua-fucking-ran-damn-tee it! It’d gonna be a sad, sad affair! Fuck it!

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