Another year of momentous celebration of the fact ,that you were born ,&you hardly was able to add any glorification to the fact .Though every year when “THE” special day comes the excitement is just the same ,and increasing efforts being put in to make it most memorable .Though your priorities, wishes ,your list of fulfillments keeps on changing…. On my 21st birthday how much have I changed since my 6th birthday from the state of being so innocent and with a simple urge to know this unknown world to this state where this so very known world behaves so strangely all the time and maybe the things which I used to firmly believe in as a kid have certainly changed because you no longer can trust anyone??? This birthday brings little of joy but more of making you realize the fact that henceforth you should act with more maturity and needless to say you should be responsible make your every move right. But on my 6th birthday my whole concentration was shifted into blowing off those six large candles at the heart of that large delicious chocolate cake which resembled a cute pretty girl’s face though I was looking prettiest that evening in my new pink frill frock .Though there was one serious thought troubling me that who will gift me with the most attractive present?? Though that year my birthday celebration was not as much enjoyable as I was missing all my old friends so badly .It was only one month ever since we shifted to our new house to this new place & new school.& not so many new friends too. The place was new , different and the kids of the new school more strange couldn’t have welcomed me to their world that easily! But I do remember my newly found best friend “Jojo” coming to my birthday and making me feel so special .He gifted me with a cute puppy in a beautifully decorated basket. Though my mom wouldn’t allow me to keep “mojo” that was what jojo called him fondly . I still wonder why mom would not let me keep that harmless toothless carnivore. So jojo took back mojo with him, but we three always managed to play together .jojo was always so amazingly nice to me .In the new school when nobody would come and talk to me jojo would spent all his exclusive time with me.We would have lunch together ,cradling was so fun with him,he used to swing me so high, push me so hard ,as if I can touch the sky and the sun so near, and on see saw he would always lift me up as he was so strong, though he used to run so fast I can never catch him. Even after school he would visit my place and help me with my homework .The classes used to be so boring seems like Mrs Roy’s loud highly pitched voice stroke every corner of the room as fast as it entered and make exit through my ear. But jojo was too sincere , he used to listen madam’s each and every word so patiently & later would make me understand her each word. But what attracted me most was when Mrs roy would let us do whatever we want giving the day off but obviously silence shouldn’t be disturbed. One day Mrs Roy gave us an interesting task ,she asked us to draw anything we like ,to apply little effort to make it colorful and attractive and at the end it should make sense also , as when everyone will finally be done with his or her painting then one by one we have to explain what actually inspired us and class no discussion and the best person would be rewarded. That last word provided us with extra enthu. I was confused about what to make but jojo wouldn’t suggest anything extra obedient as he always is. Then I came up with the idea why not make a painting with me and jojo in it. I draw myself with my famous ponytail in my school uniform carrying my favorite red bag ,and beside me jojo was standing in his same old white shirt and blue pant ,he was always excused for never actually wearing the school uniform. I highlighted his big round specs which almost covered his tiny little nose, and his middle parted oil-soaked greasy hairdo, and how could I ever forget mojo whom he everyday bring along with him to the school in his big bag..but ssh ssh that is supposed to be a big secret . I finally completed the drawing and I named it “my buddy” was so excited quickly invited Mrs Roy to my bench ,she asked me then to disclose the great thought behind my creation in front of everyone on the central deck. I was little nervous but only person whom I could face was jojo and he gave me all the strength . I started “friends meet my bestest buddy jojo and here is mojo”Mrs Roy quickly interrupted Is jojo your last school’s friend ? I replied “no ma’am its jojo you forgot there he is ,can’t you see him??” But I failed to make believe ma’am or the whole class how jojo existed but everybody just ended up making my fun and a big applause to follow overestimating my dumbness. Next day my parent’s were called to convince them as how their daughter couldn’t differentiate between her imaginary world and the real rude world. Jojo was there so loud saying a big “HI” to everyone but none could listen…..but I could see him connect to him ,to whom my every question had logic ,who has the patience to listen to all my mindless prattle and how well he understood me. But to my despair I lost jojo with time . I didn’t fell his need too anymore .Though I still wonder how jojo would look like now and whether anyone so well could ever understand me??
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