Monday, May 27, 2013

One Two Buckle My Shoe

One, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Open the door;
Five, six,
Pickup sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight:
Nine, ten,
A big, fat hen

This used to be one of the first poems our parents taught us when we were kids. As we grew up we, especially today’s generation, got a new version of the same poem, the one with warnings.

One Two
Come Straight home mom had said but for the first time ever Baloo was crossing the abandoned haveli after the seventh hour of the day. Temptation held his hand, took him through cobwebs’ curtains into the stale beauty.“Baloo!” he heard someone, shouted to reply. All he heard was whisper of air. His voice - Gone.

Three Four
‘I have to close the backdoor, remind me later bro’, Charlene said. Parents were out of town. Forgetful, both of them, watched TV and slept as night peaked until a devilish laugh was heard  They rushed down to find their cat dead. Limbs and blood - a trail to the open backdoor, to a Bloodied joker-box.

Five Six
‘I’m faster.’ ‘No I am’ the two joyful lads whistled as they rode their bikes against the air. Merriment played a truant and they didn’t see the round marbles spread ahead. One fell and the other tumbled over. Arms broken, forced to hear Humpty Dumpty recited by the girl they had crush on. Hearts crushed.

Seven Eight
White walls of a strong fort. The guards in blue and red marching the length. Oblivious to the lurking darkness. The time has come. The devils crawl in and fight. The war is lost, fort has fallen, holes drilled and walls cracked. Kitty wakes up with a shriek. She forgot to brush her teeth tonight.

Nine Ten
Swimming in the Pacific she saw the ring of fire. Asia is the largest continent, its spread she just admired. She saw the Ayers Rock with the Aborigines and played with Mayans in Peru. “Time’s up, stop writing”, she woke up with a startle. Written just one question, why didn’t I sleep at ten!

Thus we have the new poem
                                                   One, two                                                                                                
            Come straight to home
            Three, four
            Close the door
            Five, six
            No bicycle race
            Seven, eight
            Brush your teeth every night
            Nine, ten
            Sleep at ten

Even after we leave our teenage behind the poem doesn’t abandon us, it haunts us with new lyrics and new sets of warnings.

One Two
“Darling what do you want me to get for you from the mall.”
“You driving now? Keep the phone and get some vegetables, we are running low on them.”
“Don’t worry; you do know I’m awesome, and best at talking and driving right?”
Bam!
He didn’t get the vegetables, nor did he talk ever.


Three Four
1, 2, 3 pegs down, Arvind drank because he needed courage to ask her out. He would do it today, now. He went over. Ly..le..lia..lim..Laika. Arjun held him before he fell. “Laika I will be dropping him home would you like to come too?” He slept while Arjun and Laika stared lovingly at each other.

Five Six
Pyre purified his soul. But the fire wondered where had his lungs gone? It searched the whole body over and over again, while consuming the rest. But alas found only ashes of what it really desired, ashes it couldn’t burn again. It had consumed the lungs over a long period through its devilish weapon Cigarettes.

Seven Eight
Watching Grey’s Anatomy, relishing the love confessions of two doctors. Driving to a beautiful Bed and Breakfast, one asking the other to marry her, purity of love! Both staring at each other, one with love, the other with wonder. Bam! They hit a truck. I make a mental note, while driving look straight. Lesson learnt.

Nine Ten
'Spot fixing, Sreeshant caught, shame to the game'. News flooded the idiot box.Bookies played the dirty game. Denial and confession played along while more players of the dirty hole were caught. IPL ended Mumbai take the fame, tainted desire forced him into this hell. Wish I had understood life is not a game, Sreeshant sulked.

And so we have the poem for the youth.
                                                                                 One, two
            No driving and cell phone
            Three, four
            Don’t be the drinks troll
            Five, six
            Quit usage of cigs
            Seven, eight
            While driving look straight
            Nine, ten
            Life is not a game.


Ignoring warnings never plays out well. Pay heed to what people say, cause like we all know prevention is better than cure and warnings lead to prevention, who knows we might end up somewhere with no cure!

P.S. -  Written for the Colgate Moral of the story is contest organised by My Healthy Speak Blog and Indiblogger

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