Err..It’s Not My Birthday! And No I’m Not a Topper!

Okay so my mba 2nd sem result came out last week. I’ve got two news: good and best. Yeah! So I passed my finance paper (of which I attempted all theory!) The marks were not great but who cares! I thought I would flunk! The other better news: I topped the marketing paper in my college! No wonder I’m opting for it as my major.

So now the fun starts. My family is very weird I tell you. When I told them I had topped marketing they thought I had topped

      the whole university in all papers. After I cleared it, they were still very happy and papa brought a truffle cake the next morning as mithai. Cake?! So by afternoon mom said “let’s cut the cake”. Well I said let papa come home in the evening and we will cut it then. She snapped “it’s not your birthday! Its like mithai..we can have it now.”

Err..that’s right. Its not my birthday. So we asked my brother to bring the cake into the living room and he snapped “it’s not your birthday! You can bring it yourself too!”

Err..that’s right. Its not my birthday. Why do I even have a cake! So I brought the cake and a knife and we three sat around it. Now as soon as I started cutting it they both started with – happy birthd—err..happy..happy..oh just cut the cake!

The next morning when I got up and checked my whatsapp messages..there were some 12 unread ones in our family group “Junejas” which we cousins have made. This was the first message I read:

And this is just one. There were 10! Alright these punjabi really don’t get anything! Its not my birthday! And no I’m not a college topper! Whatever..I got this bunny cake. I don’t really need to tell you how tasty it was.

I have the most weird family in the world. Yet the cutest. Love them!