When I was little
We used to live in a railway colony
It was like the perfect communist city plan minus the communism.
The accumulation of cultures was absurd at that place.
We were Christians living beside tamils and who were living beside bengalis who were living beside punjabis.
No celebration was left without a box of sweets being delivered to our house of course it was before covid. Who am I kidding I'd pick sweets over my health any day. Anyway, it's not about the festivals but my Tamil friend for privacy reasons I will call him Vin Diesel. Okay no that will create faux allegations. Don't need another framed metoo story being put in the bunch. Let's call him venkat. Coming to the real story.
He lived in the very first block and we lived fairly in the middle.
It was a time when power cut was a valid reason for not completing your homework. A time before inverters. A time when having a computer setup was a big deal in the colony.
So during powercuts it was literal pitch dark you can't see anything on your right or on your left because for the first 5-10 minutes in every house some were struggling to make their pupil get acquainted to the pitch blackness to find the match boxes and others relying on their power of their hypothalamus were trying to remember where they saw a matchbox last.
In that few minutes my friend "venkat" would come to our home and would start to dance the to opening of Mr.bean in all it's perfect symphony and rhythm right at that moment when My sister and I with our combined strength had located a lit a candle. It was enough to make a girl of age 7 to shit her pants. To clarify that's me.
But on the contradictory
it used to make me laugh.
Thinking about it now I'm in awe
How did he do it? Who was he? a love child of flash and Mick Jagger ( judging but all his children from different wives I can believe it but flash I don't know about him)
Either way if you haven't guessed it he was adored by both my sister and I.
We haven't seen him in 10 years I hope he's doing okay.
