Birthday Bumps


Birthday bumps

It is 12 pm at the night but you are still awake. You are frequently glancing at your cell phone screen waiting for a call. It’s your Birthday and you eagerly wait for a call from a special person probably your beloved. Sometimes you even won’t receive few calls because you really want that first call to be of your beloved (if he/she does exist). Any way you get your first wishes you are happy and you just can’t hide that smile on your face.  All is well, you feel you are the hero of the day and then as you get back to your room you already know that your friends have planned a surprise for you. So you walk in suppressing that big smile. The lights are off, as you enter inside, your friends shout “Happy Birthday” the lights come on and there is verve in the air. They show you the Big Chocolate cake with your nick name on it and you just can’t resist yourself from the temptation to cut and take a big bite of it. You have the knife and you slowly proceed to cut the cake, you blow away the candles and slice the cake, your friends grab that piece and stuff it in our mouth. One after other all of your friends come and fill your mouth with cake, by then you would be under an overdose of a chocolaty sweetness. But good things do come with something attached to them. No matter how seriously you deny your friends from applying the cream on your face you just can’t stop them. Your face is covered in cream. Then there is something special awaiting you; this is something in which your friends take the most pleasure and you take all the pains. 

It’s time for birthday bumps. Before you realize you are already lifted by some 3 -4 hefty guys and before you can prepare yourself your ass gets bombarded by kicks. One after the other your friends come and they just kick you right there on your bumps. All you can do is shouting. And they really have a very funny reason for this. They say it is a way of showing love but by inflicting the pain. Well you just can’t argue for that point because you might have probably done the same on someone else’s birthday. But today is your turn. Your bum is kicked and it is kicked hard but you just got to enjoy that feeling because it is something you don’t get every day. 

It’s a rare thing that happens once a year and when it does the pain is all yours and pleasure is all theirs. They laugh and in return you smile. That’s the sweetness of birthday bumps. But there are few who just use it as the best reason for kicking you but, butt never mind. All you got to do is to keep your bumps tight no matter who kicks it. Remember the first time when you were born probably your mother would have gone through lot of pains. So on every birthday if at all you get birthday bumps receive them to celebrate the pain. The sweetness is embedded within the pain and you got to find it.

SOME FACTS FROM OUR VERY OWN WIKIPEDIA:
“The Bumps", a torment common in countries such as the U.K., Ireland, and the U.S, involves the friends and family of the person whose birthday it is taking him or her by the arms and legs, and "bumping" him/her up into the air and down onto the floor. The number of "bumps" given equals the age of the person in years plus one "for luck".  Usually "the Bumps" are administered only to children, in part because as people grow up they become too heavy for the process.
In Francophone Canada and the U.S. "birthday punches" are given in a similar fashion, where the person whose birthday it is punched a number of times equal to his/her age, plus one for luck. In Brazil, Hungary, Argentina, Italy, and other countries, the person has his/her earlobes pulled. The Hungarian tradition also involves at the same time as pulling the earlobes wishing the person a happy birthday or reciting a rhyme whose English translation is "God bless you, live so long so your ears reach your ankles.".
In India, a person on his birthday is held up in the air by his hands and legs by his friends (usually not in the presence of their family), and kicked or spanked on the buttocks. It is referred to as 'Birthday Bumps'. The number of bumps given equals the age of the person but usually ends up exceeding that number.


~ Saty

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