That's life

Got a message from this friend. She has delivered a baby boy! I don’t remember anything about her that is not impish. Now that kid has got a kid of her own. Amazing.

I wonder how the new kid would find his life. He has got a contender in his own mother. I can visualize the kid and his mother fighting for toys and chocolates, conspiring mischievous deeds together, etc. I am sure the dad is going to have one hell of a time managing the two brownies.

Thought bubbles. Flashback. Sweet old college days. Our department suddenly woke up from its tiresome modus operandi and decided to have some fun by getting a bit sociable. We called out for an inter-college meet – Icon.

After a series of rapid adventures and misadventures, we reached the final day of the first edition of Icon. This particular friend of mine was handed over the responsibility to make the valedictory speech of the meet. She possessed the best diction and pronunciation among us and above all, she wasn’t scared of addressing a bunch of nerds. Surprisingly, I was handed over the job of composing the speech. I have heard people saying that my scripts are not too nauseous. But, I always had this doubt that they made such statements just to pass me on the boring job of penning bizarre proses that they prefer to avoid.

I decided to be dramatic and wrote the opening sentence sounding something like – “We feel like a proud mother watching her triumphant son... blah... blah...”. Well, I thought that it was a nice (though out dated) analogy to express our joy on the success of Icon.

The moment she read the statement she screamed “Gadha. Ullu kahin ka. How dare you though that I would mouth such a statement? Like I am the mother of a kid... Sheesh...”. Well, I deserved that compliment for doing what none was ready to do – to script that goddamned speech. I promptly rephrased my marvellous opening statement to a duller one.

Now, that very girl is the mother of a kid. Amazing, isn’t it?