Its been two decades since I have been with you, but it is the first time I thought of wishing you a Happy Birthday, just like your friends do, making you feel proud.
May be it was not a wonderful ride together, but it was surely a crazy and adventurous one; cuddling, but mostly making mischiefs to your life. You are such an unlucky person that Benazir Bhutto (Pakistani Prime Minister), John Leonard (the astronaut), Hafizullah Amin (President of Afghanistan), Zosimus (Pope), Lester Pearson (President of Canada) and Stephen Austin (Founder of Texas) died on the date on which you were born.
I can still remember the childhood days we spent together, staring at every unknown thing, unknown person, far from the normal games and of toddlers; in sheer curiosity and adventure. When you were not afraid of losing anything, no regrets, no bigotry, no hypocrisy, but still tears dripping all over your ugly face. We could discover things together, break them, tear them and someone was always there to fix it.
Since you have grown older, you have developed around you, a “Public impression” which has actually made you bore and rusty.
You have became a big liar; not only to the people around you, but the most, to Me. You know that’s awful. There are truths which you don’t even want me to realize and accept. You are such a coward and shy piece of ****. Remember when uncle used to pretend there was a toffee inside his fist; but when we cried for it, there was nothing inside, he revealed. You, my love, have learnt the lesson very well. The art of decieving, you tell me all men do it.
Your playlists have changed time by time- from classic Indian to rock to pop; from guitar to piano to cello and from Lady Gaga to Ashlee to those ****ing Egyptian musicians. Your ideologies have changed from Naturist to Religious to Semi-Conservative to Pragmatist. You have learnt to speak, then to understand, then to argue. You’ve learnt sticking to cell phone for long hours, trying to make the best out of life. I’ve always been there looking at you, always smiling on all your attempts to break relation with me and become someone who is respected, loved, honored and prestiged in the society; but let me tell you boy, you are too bad at it.
But still You have made hundreds of friends throughout these years, but how many are those who can really understand you? Explore you? Care for you, behind those hollow masks? A few, very few, who could actually get into us, know our relation. And you are still confused whether to distribute all your time over those few or keep a big loose social circle. Don’t you know most of them have only came to wish you birthday because they saw the notification on Facebook, otherwise they don’t pay a shit to what you do. Because they think somewhere in life you would benefit them. Or that you are some badass thing that really matters. But who knows you are the ugly little kid who didn’t know how to wipe a nose. HAHAHA. Okay sorry I’d stay shush, because its ruining your public image, no? Remember you are only all dancing, all singing crap of the world.
A confession. I’ve been tired of your fake and humbug pictures. You actually are a charlatan. Always trying to be someone you actually are not. Always trying to achieve the one Beauty Myth, the one Personality Myth, the one Maturity Myth. Oh yeah, you keep telling me that this is how things go on in your world, this is what people like, eh? But have you ever thought of how I want you to be? What I like and dislike? Let me tell you, you look most beautiful when you are original, your dirtiness is the real beauty.
That’s how your life have evolved, farer from me and nearer to other people.
A score, and I wish many like these, the life you have always loved is going to vanish soon; the clocks are ticking ghastly, so make something good out of it. Something you can be really proud of, something of which humanity can be proud of, something of which I can be proud of.
Anyways, Happy Birthday dude, thanks for bearing with me somehow.
Regards,
Your Inner Self.