Nothing requires more discipline than freedom

HOUSE KEYS and a one thousand rupee note. I felt like the Kaiser. I swung around with one hand while I wavered the note with the other. The first thought that struck my mind was throwing a party. I flipped up the mobile and called my nearest residing pals and announced a bash.

I decided for McDonalds and ordered variety of stuffs. After all was done, I felt the same king like feeling once again. In no time my tidy small apartment had turned into a real life forest. Creatures of all species with round tummies and squirmy structures, long hair to shiny bald heads, and so on, made their presence felt in my little forest. The McDonalds is quite known for its express delivery. So, before my ’punctual’ friends had arrived, the delivery boy had done his job fine. Cushions, food, drinks, audio and video disks, all were scattered, like the room had been torn apart by tsunami, but I cared least. The party proceeded at an unstoppable stage, a disaster occurred.

Before realisation, it was dark. I remembered glancing at the grandfather’s huge clock that it was seven in the evening, but when I looked again, my jaws dropped! It was midnight hour! By that time, my friends were deeply into a wrestling match that was being telecast on TV, but I grabbed them and chased them out of the house.

I would be in a whole lot of trouble. I realised it when it was too late. My parents told me that they would be back around 12pm and had strictly ordered me to stay at home and keep the things of the apartment unmoved. “Why?” I muttered, “Why has this got to happen with me all the time?” From the living to the bedroom, all was messed up. I tried my level best to rearrange those, but it was too late....

The door bell rang once, twice and thrice. Then, it was all over. I had to answer the door. I imagined what all would become of me when my parents would see the unkempt ambience, as I slowly made way towards the door. I turned the knob and jerked it open. I closed my eyes and covered up. There was a pin-drop silence, which a deep voice broke, “Heya Shrek, what happened to you?” I opened my eyes and realised that it was my neighborhood uncle. He said, “Your phone wasn’t ringing. Your parents and I tried it a countless times. So, we got worried. I drove over to see you and came to inform you that your parents would return tomorrow morning. They are spending the night at the hotel as they are not done with their work. Take care....” That word made me release a sigh of relief, but the lesson I learnt was that ’Nothing requires more discipline than freedom itself’.

My-Chair

MY CHAIR has been with me all along, through good times and bad. It has taught me several things in life though it is silent, stubborn and rigid. I wish I could be like my chair. Quite often, I would mentally go for a ride in my chair when the class turned boring. I felt good and comfortable only when seated in my chair.

Many times my friends have referred to my chair as my spouse. I am deeply attached to this chair as it interacts with me. You are affectionate to everything close to you. Sometimes, I wonder how the others who used the chair felt about it. After all, one establishes a relationship only with humans. Can’t one establish a relationship with a non-living thing? Sitting in this chair, I have dreamed my future and shared my feelings.

I cannot even imagine how I will live without it given that the time for me to bid farewell is about to come. I have vented my spleen on it but it has never reacted. My chair has cherished me and emboldened me to face the world. I know relations are meant to be broken but I wish I proved this wrong.