unrevealed revealed

This was the draft of the testimonial I had written for a girl, which she rejected because it sounded quite offensive to her “army” of squirrels whom she loved then; anyway let’s get on with it. I came to know her through an intellectual whose art she considers a scribble on the last page. The intellectual loved jumping off cliffs and liked to transfigure humans into elephants (Mrs. McGonagall you have a new student!!!). My acquaintance with her continued over the phone. We met a few times too, but under conditions that made crossing the Sahara look easier. Then came along a person who called himself ‘R’, who wanted to keep many things under wraps more than what the CIA does. His investigations revealed that another person called ‘A’ and I would fight over a girl whose undercover name was Candy and a ‘G’, who was the girlfriend of ‘A’, would get angry. Anyway about the person ‘A’ in question, I’m sure he fell down from a flight of stairs and started hallucinating that I would murder him someday. Finally came the great ‘Mahatma G’ (no, not the eternal Gandhi) whose philosophies would put even Karl Marx to shame. He has an amazing ability to create preposterous zones when he gets कंटाला। The latest is a zero comfort. He’s got a small bad habit of making people feel insecure EVEN WHEN THEY DON'T WANT TO.

Bliss

I was sitting in a corner deep in thought. Thinking about things that seemed important. The past and the future seemed so significant that I forgot that I lived in the present. When suddenly I was brought to reality by a hard slap on my back. I turned around, angrily, to see who had the audacity to do such a thing to me. However, when I looked to see who it was, a pair innocent eyes peering at me confronted me. The eyes were dark and round and they were so full of mischief. Those eyes showed no animosity. Instead I saw an invitation to join in its mischief. And before I could react. Slap! Came another one but this time on my cheek. It hurt but I could not bring myself to do anything to the source of this sudden volley of slaps. I wondered why I was not reacting. I could not even feel a trace of anger. Then it occurred to me that I could read those eyes. Those very eyes which I, before this magical moment, refused to understand, that I felt were irrational and dumb. How could I have been so “dumb”? How did I not realize that those eyes were once mine too? How could I have not liked children? What a fool am I and what a fool was I!

I am not antipathetic towards children but I have always complained that children are annoying especially when they throw tantrums and found them irrational little creatures. I used to hate it when at times they go bawling for no apparent reason. I never found their jokes or actions funny and neither could I really understand how fully-grown adults could even laugh at this seemingly idiotic stuff. But it took just one moment for the jigsaw to fit it in. One moment and the whole of my perspective underwent a metamorphosis.

Those eyes revealed to me the meaning of true honesty and fearlessness. It’s only a child who’s fully aware of what he wants. He wants something and the whole world around him comes to know of it. He makes sure he is heard. Yet when he gives, he redefines generosity. Children understand only love. Hate confuses them.

Those eyes left me mesmerized and yet another slap got me out of the trance. The child did not have the time for thoughts. He was busy. Busy, toying with the present and so he could not tolerate such a transgression from me. I felt utterly ashamed and pleaded guilty before the child. As a punishment, I was to do what was instructed to me. And the first one came before I asked for it. My new master ordered me to be his accomplice in his designs of playing in the mud. I wished for the return of my hatred for these little punters. But I already knew it was not to return. Because the child inside me and already agreed to the invitation of the one in front of me.