Birthday Bumps!

Yes, I am 30 and hence, I am not of the age where I get Birthday Bums! Only Birthday Bumps.

Now, if you are done rolling eye balls on my poor joke let me tell you. This 30ish birthday is already a bumpy ride.

- I am off for an Italian vacation today and I have a long to do list to finish in the office
- I am not sinking in with the fact that after a year full of activities in personal life and hectic schedules followed with 200% involvement in my professional life, I am a few hours away from a much needed and deserving vaction
- I am not able to express the happiness of getting a gorgeous wood carved frame and a mobile phone as birthday gifts from Mr.ISB. I am just not sure how do one express happiness. I was always a weird child and I am still weird at 30.
- I am not able to see myself even on the airport to leave for the vacation. Curtsy: Office Work
- I have been reminded of the ticking biological clock all the time. Aging is something out of trend for people. The clan of my husband's family look really younger than their age. My clan is famous for wisdom. Khi Khi. (Ouch it hurts!)


While the joy ride of getting gifts, phone calls and wishes from family and friends was very special, what do you think of the bumpy ride I am going through.

:/

Early Birthday Surprise

Surprises arrive only when you are not expecting a thing from this universe.

(Also, because you are tired, dull and ..well.. grumpy and irritated to even think about your birthday)

Last Saturday (Yes, my lord. I have six days working week) started with a lot of work, a lot of is an understated phrase but I would stop at that. Amidst all the tick mark to-does, I was pulled into two hours review for the year. Obviously it went well but a review is a review is a review. (No, I am not high. Just..well... dull tired post migraine) So the stress ache my body gets had surfaced already when I left office at 6 pm. The thumping head ache made me almost cancel meeting my best friend R (who is in the town for a few days) but then I do not have my own friends in the town generally. So, missing this would be very disappointing. Mr.ISB also was of the same opinion. (He is always like that, but I figured out the real motive afterwards)

I went back home for fifteen minutes, had tea to make myself headache free (just to postpone it for three four hours) and left for the venue we had decided.

When R arrived, it was magic. We started chatting about all sorts of things. 'Everything under the sun' is the correct statement there. I was also excited for the new phone Mr.ISB had got me on the same day. Just when I thought- oh my god time is running out and I am not sure when I would be able to meet her again and how would I be able to meet rest of my buddies again- she started smiling. Almost like Monalisa, albeit with a lot of alcohol before flaunting the fishy smile. I stared her for a while and looked back.

Aha.

I saw three buddies behind my back. (who had planned this surprise behind my back only, one of the three was, needless to say, Mr.ISB)

This was a real real real surprise. My complaint to the universe about people not planning to give me surprises in general, went straight to the dustbin flying in the rings of Saturn (Please do not take this statement literally!)

We all met after three and half years. Yes! I could not believe my eyes.

Time just flew by and I wanted to cling on to the evening. Well....

Only if...

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Approaching 30s is not exactly an exciting era for me but this surprise along with a couple of happy gifts from Mr.ISB, made it already exciting!

Birthday is yet to come. Hence, wishes would be accepted only on the day.

You too

It is not really a spoof on #metoo movement. It is in fact written with a little bit heavy heart because every day since 1st of April A-Z Blogathon posts are popping up and sad news is, I am not taking it up in this month. (No......) Here is the good news (Not the baby news, nosy aunties!) we are going for a vacation for ten days in April hence, I decided not to participate in the Blogathon this year (Or atleast in April!)


Now coming back to the post. My life in office has come to a point where, the temperament of yours truly remains only one degree down to the boiling point. So when, my team members were busy solving a problem thanks to their language skill set - I refrained from monitoring trouble shooting the real time work going on in the system and rather started trouble shooting with our guys on the field.

Now, this is what happens when thirty people across nine locations of India are in one single WhatsApp group where we communicate if they are goofing up by mistake while entering required data (Am I sounding like a nerd? well, I am!) So, my team keeps on checking for such errors and post them in the same group, I am talking about.

So, I started posting error messages while my team was busy in something else. My typing speed is pretty fast, so they started getting messages faster than usual and three teams in three locations were making more mistakes, hence only their names were popping up constantly. This one fellow from some other location got worried that why no messages are being sent on his name? (In fact, he was doing just fine!) So, he messaged in the group amidst all trouble shoot messages.

"What about me, mam?"

Now, when we saw this message by this man feeling left out, after two hundred messages which were virtually finger pointing for rectification- every one started laughing.I added the fuel to the fire by saying (Not typing there obviously)

"I love you too"

And now there was a laughing riot.

(We can see, on going activities and communication on a bigger screen)