THE INFAMOUS THREESOME

Tom, Dick and Sally
Went strutting down the alley

 

The sky was blue
On the green grasses were no drops of dew

 

“Look there,” said Tom pointing to his right
And the threesome burst forth laughing with all their might

 

For there stood a bunch of bullies
Pulling down the red pants of a teary-eyed Billy
(Isn’t red not a colour to be stitched into a pant?)

 

Thus strode ahead the threesome
Having fun a wholesome

 

Into the college gates they barged
Larry bowed before them removing his hat
(Ain’t freshers supposed to acknowledge seniors with humble obeisance?)

 

They were late for the lecture as usual
But they didn’t think it to be anything unusual

 

Out pulled Sally a Notice from the Outboard
Crushed and crumpled, it was tossed over her shoulder falling near the toilet door
(Ain’t rules meant for chicken-hearted morons?)

 

Sliding down the staircase railing,
They reached their classroom in the basement humming and whistling

 

The teacher’s disparagement
Wasn’t a reason to cause ‘em any discouragement
(Don’t classroom disciplines make robots out of men?)

 

Off they scooted to the campus canteen as the bell rang
To join the rest of their infamous gang

 

They grabbed the lunch plate from a hungry Bob
And ran away to their secret hub
(Isn’t is fun to eat off others’ money?)

 

Such and such their days passed by
Until their actions left them high and dry

 

Realization struck one fine day
When they were walking across the broadway

 

A repentant Dick resolved never to traverse his old paths again
Nodded Tom and Sally in affirmatory unison

 

If you meet them sometime now
Ask them what made them change and how

 

You’ll know then the secret of their transformation
That monumentally reset their lives’ foundation
(Isn’t life’s reformation a reason for celebration?)

SELF-TELEPORTATION BACK TO NORMALCY

I have seen you are very particular in noticing stuff. You caught a friend for posting a black DP, you are always interactive in the group, you respond for sure and quick…You store memoirs well. You kept the picture and what all I had written on that picture for your birthday…Those are some beautiful gestures…Whereas you were very quiet, backing out, negative, etc., previously…

‘Transformation’, that I have seen in you over the last few months. What made you change so much? Can you reflect on what made you sad, grumpy and depressive in the past and what really made you a happy woman once again?

The moment Chiradeep gave me the task of the week, I was thrilled to know that just like me, he himself is good at noticing things because everything he mentioned about me is absolutely correct.

As soon as I get time, I check my WhatsApp, which sometimes gets delayed, of course, if I am busy. I notice distinctive stuff and if there’s something wrong with a person’s display pic or status, then it troubles me too because I care for those who care for me. I am not that great that I bother those also who don’t bother me 😉.

I have been like that ever since. I want people around me to be perfectly fine and happy and if I can help them in any way, I do.

I remember my sister Kuljeet once complimenting me about my good observing skills and buying unusual gifts.

I love preserving stuff- stuff that is close to my heart. The way Chiradeep described me in my picture was more than enough to boost my confidence and make me happy at that point of time. I have been keeping the memories since the snail mail age. I have letters from my childhood buddies- Kuljeet and Prabhjot. I have a handwritten autobiography of my late grandfather, which I typed later, keeping it safely as a digital document. From chocolate wrappers eaten while having fun with my friends, to the special golden edition of the newspaper celebrating our country’s 50th Independence, I have been preserving everything that I love. I even kept the bills of the café shops and restaurants, when I used to go out with Anuj, before marriage. I have also preserved the clamps with which the umbilical cords of my sons were tied after cutting.

Why I do this? Because it gives me sheer pleasure in safeguarding memories. Years later when I go through this old stuff, I feel so ecstatic. It’s so much fun to recall old forgotten incidents.

Coming to the main point “transformation”, I would like to correct here that its not my transformation, but I am back to my old self. When I joined Candles, I was going through a terrible phase. I am sure most of us have witnessed a phase in life when the career takes an upper hand than the family members, of course for the betterment of the family. Anuj did his MBA, along with his job. After that, he had to shift to another city, leaving me and kids. Tough and crucial period it was for him and for me as well. I am a very strong person, but my strength is my husband. I go weak if he’s not there with me. The world around collapses for me if we are not together. He’s my life and my soul. Distances don’t keep relations apart, but they do keep the people away from each other. No matter how hard I tried to stay strong, I failed. Thankfully, Anuj made me take up a job before he left, otherwise I would have gone berserk. Work keeps you so busy that you don’t have much time to think about the negative thoughts that dwell inside you.

My sisters kept counselling me. Kuljeet kept reminding me, “Its just a phase.” My friends were there to lift me up. Yes, it was a phase and I am delighted it’s over. Now, I am back to my normal self, because after a long time Anuj and I are together and are living a normal life.