My birthday is on 17th August.
 It is fast approaching.
People seem so happy and content on their birthdays.
 Are they really that much happy, or putting up a show for the rest of the world.
 With each passing day our age increases and we slowly but steadily approach the inevitable end called DEATH.
It seems that everybody is weary of aging and frightened of death.
But how can then they be so blissfull about their birthdays which are nothing but harsh reminders of the natural process of aging.
Perhaps it is because of these type of thoughts the ancient chinese used to weep on the birth of a child.
Because with every breath and moment he was gradually inching towards to DEATH.