Birthdays have been a funny time...a week ago....the tempo starts building...with it...the expectations. And finally, it reaches a crescendo, only to find that the finale is short of expectations.
Most have whizzed by in clinically similar fashion. This birthday though turned out to be an exception...and what a one it was....
For a very mundane reason, decided to give the customary o-bento a skip and try some local delicacies around work. J planned the surprise and pulled in chotu. The rogue that this guy is, he loves playing the host to perfection.
And at this very lunch, this same idol of imperfection gave me one of the most stunning gifts I have ever received. The script reads..." This guy is very posh...(pause)....His parents must be like this...(here the actor in this 3-foot-something just stiffened to ramrod perfection of the British-stiff-upper-lip).
The grandeur of this moment was lost on me....till J pointed it out later...and the grey matter got to work. To fathom the greatness of the statement one needs to discount the missing charm of the english translation of japanese mannerisms...and needs to factor in the character of the person saying it!
But for the reader who can do that..this statement will remain one of my life's greatest achievements. Am happy to be your son....mom and dad!
Dilli..Ye Mastano Ki Dilli!!..Dilli-6
15 years ago