Birthday Wish

There comes a point in your life when you have to turn into a mature and responsible adult. According to conventional norms, it comes when your age turns 21. Indeed, I am turning 21 in July. As the months progressed this year, I see my friends celebrating their 21st with parties and what-nots. I sincerely wish them all the best and may they be granted of long-lasting happiness. For more sadness in this world now just won't help.

Being a private person, I don't like the big HOOHA when it comes to birthday. Just being with my family feels right. And having good food amongst good old friends will cement a smile on my face. Or you know what, just a good undisturbed sleep. Its really just another birthday. Another year has passed. 21 years of age. When I was a kid, I truly could never imagine turning 21. I thought that somehow my life would end before I could reach 21. To others perhaps unimaginable but to me, I couldn't imagine or vision a life beyond 21. Now that, I'm here, the future looks unpredictable. As if, anything could happen. And my actions seems to reflect the nature of future. To elaborate, I do the most unexpected of things. Making decisions on impulse. Like donating blood without telling my parents. Or going to strange places. Attending talks and lectures. Attending to the endless flow of questions in my mind. Maybe everyone does enter such a phases of life. Maybe.

Turning 21 is huge in the legal aspect. You get to vote. You get entitlements. You get more responsibilities. Yo get more pressured into doing 'adult' things like get a job, get married, have kids. You have to think as an adult. Whatever does 'adult' mean? Is it purely defined by the number of years you exist on this Earth? De jure, 21 seems to be that number.

My family and relatives think I'm matured and responsible. They have no idea. Okay, perhaps, I am more responsible because I know what my priorities are. Matured? Ummm, sure why not? Let's just keep others thinking that I'm that.

Birthday wish... Hmm, what's the point? I won't even be in Singapore with my family on my birthday. I'll probably be sitting in front of my laptop, blogging about how miserable I am away from home on my 21st birthday. Let's see how what happens when that day comes shall we? ;)

India

You see this everyday roaming the streets of Delhi

This, is quite a rare sight. Camels. We took a camel ride to see the Taj

The grand entrance into the compounds of the Taj Mahal

Silks & Cottons of India Expo.
Amazing place.

The very people we were there for. The children in the Prayas community.

~Salam~

Bloody affaire

On the 8th of June 2012, Friday


I saw the dark red colour of blood flowing out of my left hand. It was a shock then it became thrilling.
This has always been one of the things I have been dying to do since the last time. Blood donation.

On a gloomy and rainy day, I left the house to meet up with my very good friend to catch up and have lunch. Before that, we went to the Bloodbank. I hadn't told my family where I would be going or what I would be doing. But I still went and donate blood. The Bloodbank is conveniently located in the north where I live.
I'm nervous about going there alone, not knowing what may happen there and after donation. I could have fainted at the sight of a needle or the sight of my own blood. To be honest, I was a tad confident that day. As if the invincibility potion flowed through my veins.

The Bloodbank is actually a bright and welcoming place. It was a pleasant surprise. Registering, check-up and some blood tests went as smooth as a baby's bottom. Before heading into the brightly lit room of donors, machines and what-nots, I grabbed a pack of Milo and drank on the spot. Just a last minute (futile) effort in increasing the blood glucose level. Also, the staff there are ever so friendly and helpful. And off I went into the room, there were three other men in the big, white-washed and spacious room. Large LCD screen TVs on two opposite sides decorate the walls. I felt so welcomed and safe. Upon sitting on the huge cushioned lean-back chairs, a lady quickly provided me with a blanket. Warmth. It had been raining since morning that day. 


As they were preparing the equipments, my gaze fell on the view outside. The windows covered half of the wall, providing a view of the skies and the building next to us. The clouds were still in a foul mood, projecting a gloomy forecast. But that surely did not dampen my spirits. 

The senior nurse walked towards my chair, alcohol swab stroked the crook of my left arm. A cooling sensation. Then, she revealed the needle. As she was about to insert it into my skin, I looked to my right, avoiding the scene. I would rather feel the pain than to see me subjected to that pain. Ouch! It felt like someone pinched me so quickly that there was no lingering pain. And so, I began pumping my left hand, gripping and releasing my fist. The dark red blood flowed just like a river flowing out to sea. I touched the bag containing a pool of my blood. Warm. How pleasant! I never thought I could feel the warmth of my own blood. In less than 20 minutes, they had collected enough blood. The needle was out and I pressed a swab of cotton. I didn't feel drained at all. It felt invigorating actually. It was a nice feeling to be able to donate blood, sharing the gift of life. As healthy human beings, we often take for granted, the very fluid that sustains us everyday, every minute, every second. With the gift of life flowing through our veins, it is our responsibility to share this gift. That's how I feel.

After many thanks and Milos, I left the Bloodbank for a much awaited lunch. My next Bloody Affaire would be in September. 

~Salam~