Thank God that ordeal's over. Finally my seeming neverending birthday is over both here in India and in the U.S. With the spread of the Internet and Facebook, I ended up with more than 70 people from four continents wishing me a happy birthday. Enough already.
Here in India, it was three parties and three cakes. It started with a party from my students outside the computer lab at St. Xavier. That's where the photo came from. Seems they have a tradition that the person observing a birthday slice off a piece of the cake, then they shove it into his or her mouth. So that's me with a piece of chocolate cake being stuffed into my mouth. As I cut the cake, I heard my first round of "Happy Birthday." The second came with the Jesuit fathers in their residence -- along with a second chocolate cake. The final one came at a tea with Father Cedric Prakash at his peace-making center -- along with chocolate cake. Do you detect a theme here?
OK, I get it. I'm a year older. And thank you all for the best wishes. I really do appreciate them, even though I hate having a fuss made over me.
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