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Saturday, October 30, 2010

Happy birthday to you

How happy you are when the big day rolls around is often a function of how old you are


It is probably the one song that every one of us has sung at one time or another. It goes: “Happy birthday to you, Haappy Birthdaaay to youuuu...” It is always sung with more rigour than rhythm, is often accompanied by shrieks of alcohol-fuelled laughter, and elicits much embarrassment from the person it is addressed to.

Unless, of course, the person in question is all of one year old and has absolutely no clue why several red-faced adults and a smattering of mud-streaked children are singing their guts out and beaming dementedly at him. In which case, the only sane reaction is to burst into loud tears and keep getting louder until the singing staggers to an end.

Well, that’s exactly what my friend’s son did at his first birthday party last month. But no, celebrations didn’t come to a crashing halt after his so-violently expressed displeasure. He was shushed up with a few mouthfuls of cake – every moment dutifully recorded on three video-cameras so that every angle could be covered – and then bundled off to bed while the rest of the party went on, well, partying.

But then, that’s the thing about first birthdays, isn’t it? They are less about the baby and more about the parents. And how could it be otherwise? The hapless child who is the centre of all the carousing has no idea what a birthday is, so how could he possibly comprehend that this is his first birthday party ever, a historic occasion that must be committed to digital memory and dug out to embarrass him for the rest of his life (“Oh look, that is you throwing up all over Dinesh Uncle! How cute!”).

Yes, first birthday celebrations are all about the proud parents. And the party is about all their friends, child-free or otherwise, who are expected to turn up with impressive presents to justify the consumption of all that champagne and canap├ęs. And the bewildered baby – who cannot work out why so many strangers are kissing him so enthusiastically and responds by crying, shrieking or projectile vomiting – is often just terribly in the way.

To be honest, this whole birthday party shebang is quite foreign to me. I grew up in a traditional Brahmin household where your birthdays were marked by a cold bath in the morning, followed by a puja and then a trip to the local mandir to make a ritual offering of four kinds of grain and six kinds of fruit. And I went to school in a strict convent where any kind of conspicuous consumption was looked down upon. So, the students were only allowed to distribute sweets to all their classmates at recess time and that, I’m afraid, was that.

So, this new-fangled culture where a lavish party is thrown every year to mark a child’s birthday, expensive gifts must be bought and equally expensive exchange presents given to departing guests (including, on one memorable occasion, an I-pod – boy, was I stupid to miss that party!) is quite alien to me. The most I have ever managed in terms of celebrating my own birthday is a dinner out a pricey restaurant with a core group of friends.

But while you could argue that all this hoopla is wasted on the very young, who have no clue what all the fuss is about, birthdays have certainly taken on an added importance in recent times. Parents try and find a new theme every year for their children’s birthday parties. Significant birthdays like your 18th or your 21st have become occasions for over-the-top celebrations rather than a raucous night out with friends. And most surprising of all, even the women are quite willing to admit to turning 30 if they are sweetened by the promise of a big party and even bigger presents.

Of course, this kind of candour doesn’t last. By the time the big 4-0 begins to loom on the horizon, a lot more people have gotten a lot more reticent about their age – and hence their birthdays. On the whole, it is only those who are pleased with their progress through the decades, who have hit all those personal milestones of marriage, family, kids, big house in the suburbs and big fat bonus every year, who are willing to acknowledge in front of the world that they have hit their 40s. Those who haven’t quite made it tend not to draw attention to their failure by a big birthday bash.

For alpha males, 50 is the big one. This is the birthday that calls for an all-out splash. They are now at the height of their earning capacity so they can afford to shell out for friends and family to travel to some exotic resort to party for three days and two nights. And more often than not, that’s exactly what they do.

Women hovering around that marker tend to sublimate their desire for a big party into throwing the mother of all celebrations for their better halves. Rare is the woman – in fact, I can only think of one in my own circle – who draws attention to hitting 50 by hosting a blow-out for her friends.

But once these sensitive markers have been crossed, in my experience, everyone tends to get a little more relaxed about their age. By the time you are 60 or even 70, given the achievement inherent in reaching that age, you want to celebrate with all your loved ones around you. And as for the lucky ones who get to hit the decades beyond that, surely the least they deserve is one good party.

2 comments:

prashhanthkpp said...

HahahAH, Wonderfully written, Seema. Again one of your masterpiece that takes a reader back to the either his /her own birthdays or to the several he/she would have attended. Yes, apart from then imposed celebration (i.e. now in the present ) from toddlers to teens, from adults to olds, birthdays has become an essential part of socializing than the event itself - sadly! More business contracts are agreed upon during these few hours than during a formal meeting (myself included - guiltily).

I loved your introduction - "alcoholically fueled laughter" - what a fact. Mostly, b'days are held these days to ensure your business / career enhancement than the very intent of it. What does a child know after all! Teenagers these days hardly wait for the parents to decide for them. I recall my daughter who hardly wanted anything to do with US and our oft repeated arrangement for her 18th b'day. She had a gathering with her friends in a 5 star hotel while we waited her return to hug & kiss her.

But then, I suppose this is times now - and the earlier we adjust to that the better for our conscience. Our age and randomly remembered b'days were, to me, more auspicious, more enjoyable and more anticipated than how or what it is now.

Remarkable and yet again, a very reminiscent and often remembered prologue to our younger days. Lovely!

Thanks Seema!

NELLAYAPPAN said...

The basic idea behind birthday celebrations has been forgotten by almost everyone from the economically upper class society. I am from a middle class family and the birthday celebrations of my children resemble the way you have described about your childhood days. You have lead us to many eye opening truths about the parties of the new-fangled culture.
• First birthday celebrations are all about the proud parents and the party is about all their friends.
• It is only those who are pleased with their progress through the decades are willing to acknowledge in front of the world that they have hit their 40s. Those who haven’t quite made it tend not to draw attention to their failure by a big birthday bash.
• Even the women are quite willing to admit to turning 30 if they are sweetened by the promise of a big party and even bigger presents.
• By the time you are 60 or even 70, you want to celebrate with all your loved ones around you. And as for the lucky ones who get to hit the decades beyond that, surely the least they deserve is one good party.
You have presented a serious matter in a very interesting way.(I am new to your articles and look forward to read more such writings). Thank You.