Unwarranted

I am about to turn 29 in just two more months. Sadly, birthdays have lost their zing. I haven't attended a proper birthday party in years; the kind that has a home baked cake, candles, the sound of chorus clapping, wrapped gifts and enthusiastic people in the mood for celebration. In fact,the last one I remember was my own 27th. And that's because I practically threw the party for myself! 
Nam's birthday parties are all the same. The food is always awesome, the desserts are many and look perfect. The conversation is a tape record of the  last weekend dinner and nobody really gives a damn about birthday protocol. 
She's a super host but what's a party without a stirrup. 

But seriously, there is nothing wrong with my life. I am so much more privileged than everyone else that I have absolutely no right to complain about anything at all. I do realise it. What spews itself on paper and blogs and status updates is a combination of the following:  utter boredom, lack of excitement in the personal and professional spheres and the petty cravings for attention. So that's the sad, unflattering truth. I'm no less shallow than the typical Delhi gossip girl. If I have the time and chance to do something constructive with my life, I while it away. I stay up till past midnight and question the purpose of my life like every other pathetically foolish teenager. I bicker about everything and everyone. I almost resent how beautifully stable my life is and I am not grateful enough for what I have. Basically, I suck.