So it was my birthday.

It’s an hour after my birthday officially ended. I’m a little sad that I wasn’t fast enough to see the Google doodle that wishes you a happy birthday once a year. Let me tell you why.

This is just a blog post, by the way. No pseudo-intellectual film reviews are linked to here. It was a nice day. I didn’t have to leave the house (just the way I like it). The food was great. It was all cooked at home; no restaurants this time. The cake was from this store that opened this year a few minutes’ walk from our place. It had lots of chocolate – again, the way I like it.

You know, there was a time when I thought celebrating birthdays didn’t make sense. It’s not the Middle Ages anymore. I’m not going to drop dead from malaria or bad hygiene, right? What’s there to celebrate? It was a few months after I had formed this notion and begun to muse on it when I learned the hard way how wrong I was. We live on a placid isle, as Mr. Lovecraft warned us. Count no man happy till the day he dies.

Birthdays do have a point. I wasn’t super-thrilled this year, I’ll be honest. What I also wasn’t was too stupid to do is letting in the positive vibes. It is not wise to take such things for granted.

But that’s enough philosophy for now, isn’t it? Here’s the good news. I gave myself a present. I’ve been dabbling with Linux for some years now, but I had to quit after I wrecked my new laptop last year. Turns out my mobile graphics card (or ‘GPU’) couldn’t support Ubuntu. But you can only keep the craving at bay for so long. Last night I downloaded the Debian iso again. Then I had to do it again because I needed the i686/i386 version. After hours of fiddling, downloading, updating, frustration, and troubleshooting, aided by musty corners of Linux support forums, I got everything going smoothly. It’s just that I didn’t get to Google fast enough to see it wish me a Happy Birthday. I hate to admit it, but I’m not entirely comfortable with missing out on something like that: certainly not anymore, if I ever was in the past. Readers’ condolences in the comments section would do much to alleviate my little sadness.

But that’s enough of that. I’m a year older now. About a week ago, I realised I’m now a few years older than almost every character in every teen movie ever – not a very pleasing thought. But hey, there was cake. Also, fun fact: I’m wearing the pyjama I wore to the Class X Farewell (not ‘pyjamas’, you guys from outside India). The red punjabi I’m wearing with it isn’t the one I wore then, though. That was more ornate. It’s a rather flattering look, I tell myself as I glance up from the MATE GUI to smirk at my reflection.

Well, that’s that.


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