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’.