Thursday 8 April 2010

Ek Ladka Tha: Part 2

So far we have seen that our lovely little character has been taken out of his comfort zone and has been shown some unforeseen circumstances. Let's see what happens next.

So, the boy was gloating hard on the fact that he had to live the next few years of his life with the goat... suddenly a few identical looking kids of same age as that of the boy entered the scene. Extending their hands of friendship all in one go, said one by one- "Hi, I am Blah-blah, I will play your mother from now on."; "Hi, I am Yakk-yakk, I will play your father from now on."; "Hi, I am yada-yada, I will tell you what to do, I will govern your life from now on."

The boy was so happy; such caring people, he thought he had found a new family. New people to nag him, to control him and people to show directions so that his heart can follow them. What luck!

So, greeting were exchanged, everybody was made comfortable or made to feel comfortable or whatever. That night, the boy proposed, "let's walk the goat around the hillside" and "blah-blah" nearly jumped out of his pants! "WAlK!? What did you... I am sorry... walk the goat? You want to walk the goat? No way! You are not doing it. I am telling you... don't do it. It's not allowed."

"By whom?" the boy asked started.

"Um.... By me."

"But why?"

"Umm.... yea, good question, never thought about it, but whatever, we are not going anywhere."

Next day, the boy was roaming around the lake and he saw the boat float and his heart began to bloat! He asked "Yada-yada"- Hey! Why don't we go boating? And "Yada-yada" after a long cinematic pause replied-


"Wha... but why?"

Yada-yada turned back, fixed her gaze on the boat, took a deep sigh, took another pause and thought for a while and said- "No"

The boy looked at yada yada, then turned to blah blah who also was looking his philosophical best. The boy turned to yak yak and said, "I don't think I can be friends with you guys anymore, you people choke me." Yak-yakk started weeping like a hyena. She was a petite little girl with monstrously cute eyes. The boy felt guilty. He realised that he should not have said this. He asked very softly, looking in the eyes of yakk-yakk what could he do to make up for what he just said and did.

Yakk-yakk said, "don't breathe, stop breathing and please die." There was a sincere, heartfelt appeal in those eyes, it was a promise of a loving future, it was a music of the soul, it was a.... "Oh cut the crap!!"

P.S. I wanted to write more here but, the character named "The Boy" just broke free from my writing and went away... I don't know where. Please, if you find him, let him know that blah-blah, yak-yak and yada-yada are looking for him and they miss him like HELL.


  1. nice story buddy

    nd a nice blog too
    keep it up

  2. i m little confused wth your bla bal yak yak and yada yada.........
    but a gd job . big applause for energetic wrk..........


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