Today is my youngest sister in law’s birthday. She is one of my favourite women. A fighter at heart, an engineer by job and a chef by hobby. She bakes some awesome stuff and she is pretty meticulous at that. The one below is her latest baking for an Indian savoury.
It is 12:00 noon. I am sitting in a dental surgery and I am thinking about birthdays. Birthdays .. what is the hype around the day? A birthday is the most awaited day round the year. It is a day when a five year old knows at least two people won’t forget to make her/him smile. It is a day when a teenager’s FB timeline is the focus of the day. It is a day when a lover knows that he will be surprised. It is a day when a parent knows another year of brilliant efforts has passed. Birthdays are special!!
I was seven year old when my mum and dad decided to celebrate my special day with my friends. Mum took out her old recipe book.She sometimes would peep into that little book when dad insisted. I had not seen her use it often as she was the masterchef of the house. Precisely, that day was special for her. She rushed through the faded pages and opened recipe number 36. The recipe was titled eggless chocolate cake. She phoned dad at the office and muttered the ingredient list. After an hour the door bell rang and the office clerk handed over a parcel. She was excited and made sure she had everything to bake the best cake for the evening. She was used to multitasking. While her oven was on the preheating mode, she made the batter for idli sambhar( rice pan cakes and lentil soup ) with chutneys. That was the menu for the evening .
The aroma was magical. I was ready with my speech to boast about my mum’s cooking before my mates. The table was being decorated. She got a phone call. It was my father with his list of queries. They often landed up in squabbles in event organisation. I was turning eight and I thought it was no less than a mega event!! After 15 minutes of some conversation it was decided that dad would hire a video player and a video cassette. The movie had to be a total entertainer. There were different names suggested. I obviously did not have a favourite Bollywood actor then. I left the decision to my brother. The choice eventually was an action release aaj ka gundaraaj. I was all about Tom and Jerry then and my brother’s selection did not impress me.
It was twilight . My mum changed me into a pink frilled frock with lacy border. I wore my favourite white sandals which I haven’t binned even though the straps had torn. I was feeling like Cindrella and as if I was about to meet the prince. Both my parents and brother were preparing to welcome the guests. I had some seven friends in my neighbourhood. Except one , all of them were in the living room at seven in the evening. I was thrilled by the fancy presents and glittery wrappers. I was realising each moment that I was special!!
Dad had organised the video player by then. We all sat in a row and gazed at the video. Chiranjeevi ( the hero of the film) was known for his stunts. The movie though was not my cup of tea , kept us engaged. My friends kept admiring’ the sharbat ‘mom had made. The climax was due for next 1 1/2 hour. We were hungry and were thinking about the chocolate cake. Eyes were rolling here and there. We could not wait for Chiranjeevi to kill the villain. I sneaked into the kitchen and grumbled,” the movie is boring mom, I want to blow the candles!”
Soon there were balloons in all colors in the dining room. Paper frills around the table and in the centre was my chocolate cake. The delicious looking cake bordered with gems. It clearly read happy birthday Neetu!! with candles around it. It was my cake that my mum made. I blew the candles and soon I could hear the clapping and the birthday song. I was turning eight and the moment was imprinting in my memory. All of us indulged in idli sambhar and the cake. My birthday was nearing to an end. My friends were happy , mom was thrilled that the recipe was a success, dad and brother were waiting to see Chiranjeevi in the climax and I was feeling out of the world. What a day I had, it was just my day. Source:http://askgeorgie.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/happy.jpg
This was my eighth birthday. It is a memory that I have had in my heart and mind intact for years. Life is always about such days . Days when we feel like the world is our oyster. Days when we smile over gestures that are absolutely innocent. Days when we craft efforts and make sure we bring the same joy to someone special.
Now I have to make it special for my sister in law and I am hoping you will make it special for some one too!!