I therefore safely escaped being wished on my fiftieth birthday which was yesterday by deactivating my account, warning the family and friends that dire consequences would follow if I am so much as reminded of my birthday, and then switching off my phone. It is not as if I am superstitious or that I trying to hide my age. But I will not be a party to those who see a reminder on Facebook and enter the perfunctory six worded sentence many happy returns of the day. If I am wished, I need the wishes to be genuine - ones that originate from the left ventricle. (yes, I know my biology and I realise that the left ventricle can just be the origin of oxygenated blood and not good thoughts, so please do not attempt to correct me here) My friends from my own community (the Palakkad Iyers) are wise and savvy. They do not wish me if I tel them not to wish me (though people like Geetha Gopalakrishnan, Jaya Mani, Sriram Vilayannur, and Sivasubramanian Perinkulam Mama from that exalted community still managed to wish me, for which I am suitably grateful. Perhaps they cared. Thanks to them therefore, once again. As Tyagaraja Swami says Andariki na vandanamulu That said, a dear friend of mine from Wadi Ashish Das was the first to wish me. I am sure, 100%, that he meant me well because he followed up by calling me and reiterating his wishes. Geetha Gopalakrishnan was next. But she also chose to share with me a disturbing information that Sunita Tiruvanagiri thought that I am quitting FB for ever. My Facebook friends in the Palakkad Iyer community know very well, and indeed they have chanted this ad nauseum over Facebook, even more than the Gayatri Mantra that they are required to chant, that I survive on dramatics. To Sunita, who knew me from my schooldays, I say, I am here and will write, if not for the benefit of the community I was unfortunately born into, for all of you who want me to. Today was an important day in office. Those equal to me and junior to me were assessed to become my seniors, while I sat in my room on my ass. That they are seniors by pay is incidental, but now they will be my seniors even by rank. Had this been the Armed Forces, or had I been a self respecting man, I would have quit and looked for livelihood elsewhere. I face similar humiliation in every sphere of my life. Proving my masculinity to my wife, my knowledge of science to my bosses, my love to the (OK not the, my) kids has been a perpetual feature of my life. Appreciate my pain if you can, if not gossip amongst yourself in private. Any wisecrack post on my wall in this regard will bloody get slaughtered.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 14:56:11 +0000
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