The story of the slow boy

A generation where cornflakes where thrown in to a bowl of milk
and in the oven rotated packets of ‘ Ready to Eat’
Yet he liked to ogle at the golden brown dosa
finally break it, dip it in coconut chutney
feel the milky , juicy lubricant gushing in
And finally exclaim ‘Ah Calories!’
He counted the hundred and fifty steps he had to climb up in college
At every 25th stood the security
Six different guards at each level
Six different songs he would hum daily
Six times he would move his brush towards the left and right cheek
Until his teeth would vibrate due to the beauty of the ‘six symmetry’
He loved everything associated with 6
though 5 was midway between 1 and 10
it lacked the charm that 6 processed
5 was a multiple of 10
10 made people hungry , 100 made them greedy
1000 was enough to turn the world upside down
A few more zeros to the right and everyone would go berserk
He loved to talk about the revolution of Che
About Cuba and the birth of communism
About unequally divided equality
He liked to look at all the gigantic buildings
Not because they were engineering marvels
Not because their architecture was a topic of great intrigue
Only because , one day he could climb up and feel the sweat rushing through his body
Look at the pinnacle and tell the world
‘I too was there once’


And then a strong wind blew
He too moved like everyone else
he too started loving 5
for it was right in the middle
he too ate with 2 fingers
the other 8 , he used it in so called multitasking
he cursed god for not providing a 11th one
when it was too late
and legs too weak to stand erect
he said ‘how I wish , the wind hadn’t blown’