Three decades and one revealing NY Times article later, i now realize that what i thought as stupid little games, were actually my secret supernatural powers which made the world revolve around my little finger tips.
Each time papa would drop us to school i would pluck handful of leaves from roadside tree while seated on the cycle and that would decide the rank i would get in my second grade.
Each time the television teased us with the rainbow coloured vertical lines in midst of Ballu and Ducktales on Sunday mornings,I would blink my eyes some odd number of times and that would bring the transmission back.
Each time i wished Aggasi to win, i would cross walk on floored tiles at home making sure i do not step on the edges. And every time i did step, he lost.
Each time i wished to reach school on time despite starting late, i would cycle insanely to move ahead of any random scooter 'standing' on the crossroad. The aim was to cross it before it starts.
And yes i would make it in time, unless of course my sister (unaware of my voodoo) decides to continue her pace.
Each time papa would drop us to school i would pluck handful of leaves from roadside tree while seated on the cycle and that would decide the rank i would get in my second grade.
Each time the television teased us with the rainbow coloured vertical lines in midst of Ballu and Ducktales on Sunday mornings,I would blink my eyes some odd number of times and that would bring the transmission back.
Each time i wished Aggasi to win, i would cross walk on floored tiles at home making sure i do not step on the edges. And every time i did step, he lost.
Each time i wished to reach school on time despite starting late, i would cycle insanely to move ahead of any random scooter 'standing' on the crossroad. The aim was to cross it before it starts.
And yes i would make it in time, unless of course my sister (unaware of my voodoo) decides to continue her pace.
In the rush to grow up and being sane, i lost my powers somewhere, and the result? The world doesn't care about me anymore. Things no more happen as i want them to be. And those which do, i attribute them to fluke. Until this morning, untill i read Mr. Niemann who by sole art of Witch Craft bought Obama to power (And Oprah thinks she did it!).
And i am flabbergasted at the thought that almost four decades and 2 children later, he still continues it with same passion and is now a self declared Master of Universe.
Mr. Niemann , as wonderful of an artist as you are,let me tell you, you have given rise to a bigger competition. So do not fret if your plane no longer takes off in time because i may be running late for the same.
From now on, i am back, i am master of my own universe. If i finish cooking my dinner in 30 minutes, it would snow much less this year!
You will see!
P.S. : Highly recommended http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/.
My childhood voodoo - "I can move the train move by pushing it". Khidki main baith ke zor se dhakka deti thi.
ReplyDeletelol! Practical as usual! You win!
ReplyDeleteWhen you grow up you learn to believe in "negotiated vodoo" You choose your battles...win some and pick to lose some...basically, try and confuse the universe so that it does not feel you are winning too much!
ReplyDeleteDisclaimer- this advise is give under the influence of Desperate Housewife Season 5 marathon watch!
lol! yes nicely put 'negotiated Voodoo'.Actually it always is negotiated, our mind fools us so wisely that we just give in.
ReplyDeleteDont you love DH! Its so well scripted!