They declared today to be the Bhumika Day. Which is to say that it’s my un-birthday celebration only. Not a surprise pre-happy birthday party. I have strictly forbidden them from doing any such thing because as everyone knows celebrating a birthday before the actual day brings tremendous bad luck especially in matters of the heart. Just like you don’t smoke when you are to go up on stage. It’s one of those things you remember and believe in.
Except they don’t.
‘They’ would be my business partner Rheea Mukherjee and the brats we have spawned together through the Bangalore Writers Workshop.
They did what they had to do and celebrated the un-birthday day. The BD which could be the Bhumika Day or the Birth Day. And then they gave me this video. And then they gave me an evening.
An evening where people came up to me and wished me, perfectly legitimately, “Happy Bhumika Day”.
What is the right response to that?
I said thank you or wish you the same or both. Rubbish. Utter nonsense. Insanely cute. Mortifying. Absolutely fun.
And it was an evening I don’t think I can forget. Our very first public reading.
Saying “Ladies and Gentlemen” to a room full of people again. Such tiny orgasms happen at that.
Hearing texts that they wrote, that we edited together, watching them read and claim their own voice. Seeing the effect they had on the audience and knowing. Knowing that, fuck, anything can get fucked, but we did good here. I did good here. Gave it all I got, sometimes even when I didn’t have it, but it all worked well.
So then they told me things cannot go bad. Because they are there. Always with me.
And strangely enough they are.
I give you: My birthday video.