Uh-Oh!

Remember that scene in that awfully long movie ‘Jodha Akbar’? no, not the sword scene whr Hrithik shows off his upper bod .. (sigh! D memory of dat made me lose my train of thought ).. Ahem!.. nyways..

I was talking abt dat scene whr d emperor enters the marketplace disguised as a common man? And gets abused?

Something similar happened in our Wella-land recently. The ruler-in-chief of Wella-land made a sojourn into a corner of Wella-land looking for a guy X. Not finding him there, he asked his neighbour Ms. Uh-oh about him. Now, poor Ms. Uh-oh was new to Wella-land and hence was not familiar with the big blue ruler. She paused, looks at him from head-to-toe and perhaps thought he was no one of importance. (At this point, I wonder what exactly was he wearing that day?) She then turned her attention back to her work and said in a don’t-carish tone “ I don’t know whr he is” .. Big blue must’ve been a little miffed by this, but he continued.. “ can you tell him that I was looking for him?” .. and
Gasp! you know what happened then??? She said , (not even sparing him a look) “OK, but what’s your name?”

I can’t even imagine the fury, the agony, the pain that big blue must’ve endured in that fateful moment. His own subject asking him for a name. Drama Queen says he looked quite murderous that minute and kinda shoved his ID in her face or something. Later, after she was enlightened on his position in the kingdom, she was embarrassed and quite flustered.

Now we wait to see what will the consequences be? Will he give a gracious smile and forgive, like Hrithik does in that movie, or are we going to witness a massacre in the streets of Wella-land?

I dunno… and I won’t bother to find out and let you know.

Visitors to Wella-land

Last week, there was a lot of buzz in Wella-land. A bunch of Wella-ppl had come from a far away land to visit Wella-land and everyone in Wella-land went bonkers!
The rulers of Wella-land went a little weird and thought of strange things with no rhyme or reason; and we poor subjects, had to follow them without question. And we continue to do that, thoughtlessly.. duno whether we are too shy to say something or too indifferent to what’s happening.

Some of us are too baffled by our own lives to take an interest in the surroundings. We go to work, we work and we leave. But no, not the ‘chai-gang’.. we do have an opinion abt everything.. trust me.. EVERYTHING.. and that’s always voiced at the little chai place.. usually amidst peals of raucous laughter!!

On the D-day, when the wella-ppl came down, the floor was decorated with Rangolis, garlands n stuff, like straight out of a Bollywood marriage scene. As our Drama Queen said.. “the only thing missing was a bunch of dancing girls”. The inhabitants of Wella-land were all dressed up in a weird attire, d guys in “pizza- boy-like” t-shirts and the rulers- well, guess they were debating whether to come in informal or formal attire, and ended up wearing a bit of both.. The ladies, well , we are a dignified lot and were dressed accordingly.

After a week of decorations, debates, firing of think tanks and a lottt of hulla-baloo, the Wella-ppl, came and the Wella-ppl left. Nothing happened. They just strolled around with the rulers tailing them faithfully. That was that…


COMING UP IN THE NEXT POST..

ALL THE CHARACTERS OF WELLA-LAND UNVIELED..


Watch this space!!