Now when it comes to me, I’ve never been a fan of distributing chocolates among friends. I kinda stopped liking it when I reached Standard 5. I stopped liking the physical interaction with people my own age at that age. You know, the typical birthday chocolate distribution conversation.
Distributing chocolates in class is no mean affair. First of all, you need to go to the Principal’s office. Give her a big Cadbury. Or 5 eclairs if you’re not in a position to offer a Cadbury. Then, you need to go to the senior-most teacher of the school. Give her a smaller Cadbury, or 3 eclairs will suffice. Then, go to each teacher, give two eclairs, or three, if you’re pockets are extra large. And then finally, all sweaty and tired, you go back to your own near and dear ones in your class, and offer what’s remaining in the tray.
I sure as hell remember my birthday in Standard 2. I had this box full of Cadbury Eclairs. Golden and shining like the sun. I kept opening the box at an interval of 5 minutes, just to look at the chocolates gleam. Then with a heavy heart, I’d close the box. And again open it. Till the teacher caught me ignoring my Math sum. She promptly pulled me in front of the class, and made the whole class sing a rather lusty and boring version of Happy Birthday.
That’s something else I don’t like. The Happy Birthday Singing Ceremony. Half the members of the class are too bored to even stand. Some don’t even care that you’ve managed to survive for another year. Only a few devoted cronies will scream and shout the HBD song with all their vigour and might, and in the process, earn cold hard stares from other unenthusiastic folks.
Last year was my first year out of school. I tell you, no one sang the HBD song for me. Nor did I distribute chocolates. And I was quite happy with that. I ate my birthday chocolates alone. And sang a super happy and cheery version of the HBD song for myself. Or rather, Fabulus sang it for me. Not that I’m patting myself on the back for being a loner. I was just happy to be free from the 12-year torture of standing in front of my classmates and enduring a half an hour of sheer embarrassment.
Though I’m a choco addict and a music addict, I don’t like both these things happening together on my birthday.