S turns 25 *yawn*

I have a ritual on this blog. Birthday posts. Not blog birthday. My birthday. I am that kid who gets excited for birthdays, looks really forward to them, hopes for fireworks, and usually ends up morose reflecting ‘on life’. The latter part of this description is a recent phenomenon. When I was younger, it was all about the excitement…about birthday clothes, birthday party, birthday gifts. And then the pressure to have a ‘happy’ birthday started mounting. Everybody wants you to be happy on this day. They wish you ‘happy’ birthday. But what are you doing to make me happy? If you are not, then your wish doesn’t count. It is like saying Happy birthday and hoping someone else, something else will make your day happy. What shit. Anyway, the philosophical me would say that I don’t need others to make me happy. Haha. Only partly true, I will say now. So what did I do to make my birthday happy? I didn’t try too hard to make my day happy, and as it turned out I was reasonably happy at the end of the day. Or I should say, I didn’t care about having a happy one anymore.

I turned 25 this year. And when I look back and try to define this year, two words come to my mind- Epiphany and Timing. Last year has been all about that. It is intriguing how everything is timed in our life. If you pay close attention, it feels scripted (umm..I guess it is!). And the last dash before I hit 25, just taught me how timing affects your life.

Chances, opportunities, narrow escapes, serendipities, being at the right place at the right time, at the wrong place at the wrong time, coincidences, butterfly effect – it is all timing. Timed by an unknown force. And so precise. I have felt the world talking to me through signs, showing me certain things that I have never noticed before. Listening to ideas/thoughts/reflections that make sense right at that very moment and resonates with what is going on in your mind. Random acts, random scenes, random words form a continuum leading to an epiphany.

So, as an ode to 25 I got myself a tattoo. To remember and etch what I am about right at this moment. I want to remember my 25 and what I was before. Turning 25 was a renaissance. I got a tattoo of a flying swan. It looks like 5 small birds flying, which actually signifies the flapping movement of one bird. It didn’t hurt at all. Maybe because it was a small tattoo. I think getting eyebrows plucked is a more painful experience (I swear!).

Also I discovered a song (out of nowhere) that felt like a toast to my 25. Here it is for you to enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHsCGwH7P6g

Earlier birthday posts- How I turned 24, How I turned 23 :)