My Birthday... awwww !

I grew up as a child who did not attach too much importance to birthdays. I found the whole concept pretty boring. Kids in shorts and clown caps clapping, singing and eating cakes. Just because the earth completed a few rotations and revolutions did not warrant for indulgence. Celebrations were not a captive of birthdays or any day for that matter. Create an occasion for celebration, was my take.

Anyways, the news of my birthday was made public a day before in my class. The whole gang asembles well in advance. I saw a couple of mounds being fetched from a nearby shop. They resembled a dark brownish-black hardeded pulp of sugar syrup. I learnt people call it 'cholocate fantasy'. I call it a calorie concentrate enought to sweeten the milk of a hundred suckling kids.
A couple of candles were affixed atop each mound and as tradion would have it, I was asked to blow them off. No sooner did I blow the candles and cut off the first piece than the people attacked the mounds like the zombies in 'Resident Evil'. A perfect replica of crowds rushing into a bus. The turnaround time in finishing the cakes was real quick. I was left amazed and with a creamy face after some of them deicded to play 'cake holi' with me.

After a while all of them started looking at me. I felt like animal about to be hunted. In a matter of moments, my body was doing the 'mexican wave'. My classmates were all exhibiting their football corner-kick taking skills. I could make out that the impact sound actually resembled the kick! My bottom was the target and my screams their goal! It felt like the penalty shootout would never end. My bottom felt like it was made of vulcanized asbestos reinforced with litharge. It glowed hot Red! Agonizingly, I got up and took out a few people to another treat, as if the treat they had on my bottoms was not enough.

But there, I got a card signed by all of them. My little 'sister' had actually wished me in Korean! The hoologans' gesture actually touched me. No problem mates, I look forward to celebrating more birthdays. Just that instead of my bottom being the football, I intend to be the shoe that curves the ball into the goal. Psssstttt.... free kick!!!