Hey, so has the event started?
No, Sir, we are waiting for you.
Do two things. One. Stop calling me sir. Two. Get the event started. I am on my way and it will take some time before I reach. I don’t see why the participants have to wait till I arrive. I only have to judge, right?
It was an event called ‘Illustrate a limerick’ at MOP’s cul-fest. A limerick, for those of you who are not sure what it is, is a poem where every para has the rhyming sequence aabba. I reached the college twenty minutes after the scheduled time. And there you go. They hadn’t started the event.
Because, you have to give them a topic?
Me? Topic? I thought I was only judging?
Err, well, I guess we forgot to tell but it would be great if you could also suggest a topic.
I see. Why don’t you suggest me some.
The theme of Jhankar is Mitr, so may be you can give a topic based on that?
Love vs. Friendship? Is that cool with everyone?
Yeah it’s fine.
Okies dokies. Get started.
Suddenly I started getting bad vibes. Love vs. Friendship? Yuckk. Why did I act like Suraj Barjatya! Suddenly I stood up and said it aloud to all the participants: ‘listen, if any of you don’t like the topic feel free to propose anything else that you think is better.’ The feminine heads changed their alignment so that the feminine eyes could have a look at me. The feminine lips smiled and all of them continued working on ‘Love Vs. Friendship’. No wonder, Barjatya sells!
My thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, ‘is it okay if it has vulgarity in it?’
I couldn’t resist displaying that spark in my eyes as I assured the lady covered from top to bottom in a black burqa types dress, ‘Totally fine with me.’
Yet another one asked, ‘Is it okay if the limerick is in Tamil?’
Sure of course, why not! When has language been a barrier to art? Go ahead. But make sure it still follows the aabba rhyming sequence.
When the participants were busy doing what they were there for, I took my time to step out of the room and look around. It was a weird feeling to see only girls, hundreds of them everywhere. I almost felt like SRK straight out of Chak de India. Yes, I felt nervous.
First: Stella Second: Ethiraj
The participants asked if they could get back their art-work and I totally agreed. So I can’t show what they made. But I noted down the limerick that was awarded the first place and also copied their illustration. If nothing else, this one re-affirmed my firm believe that girls are equally capable of thinking non-veg/gross things as boys are. Most of them just feel to shy to accept it (thanks to the Indian culture). Here goes the limerick from the girls who came first:
I made friendship on orkut one day
But then she realized that I was gay
But when I make love
It’s easier to fake now
‘Coz faking an orgasm to me is a child’s play