is celebrating Your Birthday Foolishess? find out the shocking truth!

The other day, I told my orthodox colleague, “I’m taking a leave tomorrow.”
He asked, “Why?”
“It’s my birthday,” I replied.

He laughed and said, “You want to celebrate? In our religion, we don’t celebrate birthdays.”
Then, with an almost dismissive tone, he added, “We believe that as the years pass, we’re only getting closer to death.”

His words hit me harder than I expected. I thought, As if his God had personally told him the exact number of years he would live! and Whispered in his ears “You should celebrate each year meticulously.” or rather “You should not spend your birthdays as this will reduce your Life Span.”

He concluded by saying, “We don’t spend birthdays.”
I just smiled Sarcastically, but inside, I felt disappointed.

You see, I grew up studying in a convent school, where birthday celebrations were almost a ritual – the song, the chocolates, the friends, the joy. Being the only son for nearly nine years, I was the apple of my mother’s eye. My father, on the other hand, was a kind of household Hitler — strict, rule-bound, and distant. So for me, my birthday wasn’t just about cake or candles — it was one precious day of exemption from his rules.

Somewhere deep within, my subconscious — or perhaps my ego — claimed that day as my birthright. Even now, five decades later, I find myself becoming strangely possessive when my birthday arrives. I feel it’s my day, the one day in the calendar that truly belongs to me.

Maybe it’s sentimental. Maybe it’s childish.
But to me, a birthday is not just a reminder of growing older — it’s a quiet celebration of existence itself. however this year I tried to find out the truth and made a research on Truth of Birthdays.

Because who are You, really?

The body was born on a certain day, and someday it will rest again in the dust of stars. But the one who witnesses the birth and the death — the one who says, “my body,” “my mind,” “my story” — that one was never born, and will never die.

This is the eternal paradox of life: what we celebrate as “birth” is actually the appearance of form within the field of the formless. The body arrives like a ripple on the ocean of Consciousness — beautiful, transient, purposeful — but the ocean itself remains unchanged.

The Real Meaning of Being “Born Again”

To be born again is not to enter the world a second time — it is to wake up to the truth that we were never truly asleep. Every dawn, every breath, every quiet moment of awareness is an opportunity to rediscover who we truly are: pure, unbounded Awareness watching the play of time.

Each day we open our eyes, the world appears anew — not because it has changed, but because we are offered another chance to see it through the eyes of the Self. The miracle is not that the sun rises again, but that we do.

We are born again every time we let go of identification with the passing body and mind and return to the silent witness within.

You Were Never the Body

The sages have declared for millennia: “You are not the body. You are not the mind. You are That — the Awareness in which both appear and disappear.”

The body changes every moment — childhood, youth, old age — yet something within remains untouched by time. When you say, “I was a child,” “I am an adult,” “I am aging,” the “I” in all these sentences is the same. That constant presence is the Self — changeless, ever-aware, eternal.

Realize this, and the fear of death dissolves like mist before the morning sun. Death belongs to the body, not to you. You are the one who knows the coming and going, not the one who comes and goes.

The Simple Path: Deny What You Are Not

How do you realize this truth? Not by accumulating knowledge, but by simple negation — neti, neti — “not this, not this.”

When a thought arises, see it and know: I am not the thought.
When an emotion surges, witness it and know: I am not the emotion.
When pain appears in the body, feel it fully and remember: I am not the pain; I am the Awareness in which it arises.

Gradually, layer by layer, the illusion of identification falls away. What remains cannot be described — it simply is. Still, silent, radiant. That is the real you — the timeless Awareness behind all experience.

The True Celebration

So when people say, “Happy Birthday,” I smile with gratitude — for their love, for this precious human life, for this miraculous body through which the Infinite expresses itself. But inwardly, I bow to the one that was never born.

Let the body celebrate — it has earned it through the rhythm of breath and time.
Let the mind reflect — it has wandered far and found wisdom in the journey.
But let the Self rest — for it needs no birthday. It was, it is, it will always be.

Today’s Invitation

As you read this, remember — We too are the same Awareness. We too are unborn, undying, unchanging. The body may age, the story may shift, but the witness remains untouched.

Every sunrise is our real birthday. Every moment we awaken from identification and rest as pure Being, We are reborn.

So here’s my birthday wish — for ourselves and for Everyone:

May we all remember that we are not the wave, but the ocean itself — eternal, infinite, and forever free.