Of Blackmailers And Blackmailed
In the house that we have shifted, there is no luxury of a terrace , from where I can go on my flights of fancy, but yes, I have adopted one of the windows of the house as my own, through which I can catch a glimpse of the teeming, shouting , swirling, whirling, unfurling world outside .
Today morning as I sat near the window, scene upon scene passed by , as though to entertain me , without any entertainment tax. But I was absolutely rivetted by one .
"I am not going to school", screamed one three year old glaring at his mother .
"Me too" screeched his twin hurling away his satchel.
And then both threw themselves at their mother with more squeals and screams , each clinging to his share of the mother's ample waist , to show their twin discomfort.
"Let go off me , will you? "She said through clenched teeth, casting disconcerted looks around .
"No , I will not", said one, and tried to bite off a big chunk of her left hand.
Not to be left behind, the other twin tried to bite off a bigger chunk from her right hand.
They were fighting against injustice , with a revolutionary fervour . It was sheer injustice to send three year olds to school, the skies would not come crashing down if they metamorphosed into scholars a year later? I thought sitting behind the window.
The terrific twosome now danced around their mother , while she tried to behave as though the two were someone else's off springs forcing themselves on her.
Then came the father on the scene, and now the twins cannoned towards him, and all but threw him on the ground with little yelps and yells.
"I want a chocolate." Said one,
" Me too," said the second.
"Chocolate ,chocolate", now became the rallying cry as the terrific
twosome blackmailed the parents , faces suffused with a cherubic innocence .
A sheepish looking father ran into the house, came back with two huge bars of chocolate. With two triumphant hoops of joy, the boys snatched the chocolates, flung themselves on the father's shoulders and were happily lead towards the honking school bus, chocolates in hands .
The blackmailers and the blackmailed were all beaming with joy as I drew the curtains on the scene .
Today morning as I sat near the window, scene upon scene passed by , as though to entertain me , without any entertainment tax. But I was absolutely rivetted by one .
"I am not going to school", screamed one three year old glaring at his mother .
"Me too" screeched his twin hurling away his satchel.
And then both threw themselves at their mother with more squeals and screams , each clinging to his share of the mother's ample waist , to show their twin discomfort.
"Let go off me , will you? "She said through clenched teeth, casting disconcerted looks around .
"No , I will not", said one, and tried to bite off a big chunk of her left hand.
Not to be left behind, the other twin tried to bite off a bigger chunk from her right hand.
They were fighting against injustice , with a revolutionary fervour . It was sheer injustice to send three year olds to school, the skies would not come crashing down if they metamorphosed into scholars a year later? I thought sitting behind the window.
The terrific twosome now danced around their mother , while she tried to behave as though the two were someone else's off springs forcing themselves on her.
Then came the father on the scene, and now the twins cannoned towards him, and all but threw him on the ground with little yelps and yells.
"I want a chocolate." Said one,
" Me too," said the second.
"Chocolate ,chocolate", now became the rallying cry as the terrific
twosome blackmailed the parents , faces suffused with a cherubic innocence .
A sheepish looking father ran into the house, came back with two huge bars of chocolate. With two triumphant hoops of joy, the boys snatched the chocolates, flung themselves on the father's shoulders and were happily lead towards the honking school bus, chocolates in hands .
The blackmailers and the blackmailed were all beaming with joy as I drew the curtains on the scene .
An endearing story of young family life, seen by caring eyes.
ReplyDeleteNow we are going to be treated with views from my window.
ReplyDeleteA story beyond a story. A reality that is enacted in every loving family. Lovely.
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