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From Cake To Vodka

Our birthday is always very special to us. It is this day on which we came into this world and it becomes even more memorable when we celebrate it with our near and dear ones. Birthday parties are not the same for everyone but they surely are great fun. May it be a birthday party of a 5 year old or an 18 year old, it mostly is damn fun.

When we were kids, a birthday party meant some classmates and neighbours and our close relatives. The venue of the party was always our home and the food mostly cooked by our mummy. The party was all about some small games like Passing The Parcel, Tail The Donkey, Musical Chairs etc. All the kids invited were introduced to each other and by the end of the party everybody would become friends with everybody. Getting a birthday invitation would get us all excited about the fun we would have and most importantly the cake we would get to eat. Things were that simple yet lovely.

As the years pass, the parties are not the same. With the beginning of the teenage our likes start changing. The venue of the parties changes from home to some new restaurant of the city and the guests are no more any neighbours or family members but only our close friends. Birthday plans are made in the classrooms and not with the suggestions of the parents. Instead of playing games, now we want to talk about all the crazy stuff and of course go for Gadies(bike rides) with friends. Even in these celebrations, the birthday cake still has an important place and everyone is ready to fight for it. At times some of us even become discreet about their birthday parties from their own parents whose interferance we are not ready to tolerate. Things do at times get a little complicated but they work out.

And then the time comes for the Eighteenth Birthday Bash. The special day of our life when we legally become  adults. The 18th birthday party in many cases  much different from the ones we have had so far. Now, we don't want to celebrate with just our few close friends, but with all our happening friends. The party is no more about getting to know each other but only talking to the people you already know. Interactions are replaced by loud music and dance. Boyfriends and girlfriends get so engrossed in each other that they often forget the basic dignity. Beer and hard drinks take the place of soft drinks. It's only up to the host to make the guests feel comfortable because nobody now gives a damn about the others. And the most shocking part comes when at the time of cake cutting, people are handed over shots of Vodka instead of pieces of cake.

I mean, is this what is meant by adulthood? Is it necessary to consume alcohol to prove that you have become an adult? I simply can't understand this. What I desire to bring to your notices is that why do we have to link modernisation and adulthood with liquor. How on earth can we call  ourselves modern only because we drink and serve alcohol in our parties. Think about it!

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