Yes, Today is my birthday. Not the original, but the official one.
It all started fairly simple. I was not yet 5 years old , but was ready to be admitted to 1st grade. You would be mistaken if you thought I knew my ABCDs or 123s. I had honed the art of getting on my mother’s nerves and so was ready for school.The humongous task was given to my two elder sisters. One was in 11th grade and the other one in her 6th grade. Off went the two, to a private school in Trichy, where the faces were familiar as the aforementioned duo had studied there previously and decided to register me for 1st grade. Getting admitted into a school was not as tough then as it is now, but there was a golden rule that the student should be at least 5 years old. Birthday being in September, I was barely 4 1/2 and so, the duo decided to go against all moral principles and lie. The task at hand seemed more important than truth. Since the criteria was that one had to be 5 by June, the sisters ran to a corner,discussed in hushed tones , decided to give some leverage and came up with April 1st. Now , knowing they were fooling the school management , assuming it would be too blatant , they changed it to April 2nd. People trusted kids then and no one asked for a birth certificate and just registered “Shoba” , a definite 5 year old .
Two things happened on that day. My birthday became April 2nd and my name changed from “Shobha” to “Shoba”. Being in TN,knowing how names can be translated really bad, I should be thankful that it didn’t change to “Soba” or worst “Sofa”. “Shobha” is a nice name and again, I would have to thank the duo for that too. Being the youngest, parents lost interest in finding a name and the sisters decided that their little sister should be called “Shobha”.
Thank you sisters, for giving me my name and for deciding not to have my birthday on April Fool’s Day. Whew!