Twin Paradox…

a couple of days earlier i was in bangalore where i met my twin brother and also got to spend a couple of days with him.. hey when i say twin brother the question to be asked is not is he your real twin brother… it must be why is he not your real twin brother..(for the which the possible answer would lie in the chapter ‘life process 2′ in 9th grade biology text books).. but that is irrelevant.. the reason why we are called twins is due to the un-coincidental behavioural and physical similarity we share among ourselves.. meeting him that day triggered a lot of memory from my past.. especially some which are too good to be true.. and ya as usual in my case.. DUMB..

we were in our UKG.. we were so notorious among everyone.. teachers, parents, students.. but we were not that interested into gals.. well at least i was not.. i was more interested into opening toys, TVs, Radios etc etc… and as it would suggest Avin too.. same… but he had some other plans too…

so it was one fine afternoon… the sky was blue (refraction of light due to atmosphere).. the trees green (with brownish bark of course).. everything was going on perfectly.. the teacher was teaching something in the class.. i had no idea at all.. i was studying the various sounds coming from my stomach after that hug lunch i had.. avin was there doing another research (unfortunately we do not share our researches with each other)…

all off a sudden a gal bursts into the class.. utterly over exited about something.. from her facial expressions and body language i was sure that a UFO had landed in the school ground and an alien had communicated with her.. (man.. this is the day i had been waiting for.. finally i can go to my home planet..) she ran to the teacher and whispered something into her ears. she looked kinda shocked too.. (that confirmed my theory).. she told us to stay in the class and went out with her.. (hmmm free time.. i started preparing myself for the encounter with the third kind…. ) but.. a few minutes into my preparations… instead of aliens i saw my principal running to behind my teacher.. (i didn’t know that my principal was an alien)… but son there was commotion all over.. my seniors, teachers etc etc were rushing around.. so the curiosity in a child’s mind conquered all of us.. we too followed them all.. but frankly i was not interested.. after all i had to prepare my self before i meet with the ETs…

a couple of minutes later one of my teachers came to the class (where the only multi cellular living organism was me) and glared at me… (sheesh.. cant i be alone for at least a second???).. i got up to follow her. but she bellowed out “Don’t you dare.. sit down there…”.. ( huh?? and i thought sitting here was the issue..) soon she was joined by other teachers. and then by students… and they were all glaring at me.. (oh my god did i loose my cover.. did the landing of the craft blow my cover??).. at least i knew what a animal inside a cage in a zoo would feel like.. all the looks were of disbelief and … angry?? then there was a sound of someone crying… (analysing the frequency, pitch and pattern of the cry.. i understood that it was from a 3rd grade boy… now why would he be crying??) pushing through the barrier of humans my class mate Ivy came in to the class… she was crying.. the moment she saw me she ran over an pushed and started crying even louder… (hey hey hey.. what is going on here).. next the principal came over and lifted me up (hmmm.. she must have confused me with a rabbit coz she was holding only my ears).. and took me to behind the UKG building.. and told me to read something which was scrawled there.. i adjusted my specs and moved forward to read it…

written on the wall using bright orange crayons were..

“I LOVE IVY..”
    nelvin..

ok… so i can read.. (wait a second.. that was my name in that… and i love ivy?? do i?? hmmm.. she was kinda cute though… but.. hmmm… what am i thinking.. i did not write that… maybe those pesky aliens did it..).. i turned to face the huge crowd behind me.. well at least i saw some giggling happening there.. whew that was a relief.. i managed a smile.. my best smile (i was a firm believer that if ever you get into trouble.., cuteness counts…) but somehow things were not going in my way.. i was once again hauled up to the principals office.. and soon there were calls being routed all over to my parents and stuff… (frankly i was fascinated at the speed with which she was using the 3 phones on her desk… cool..)

parents came… teachers came.. (at that moment i cam to realise a fact that its when parents are called for something bad that the teachers converge to complaint… till then all they said was “he’s so sweet (i don’t know how they say that without tasting me..).. he’s cute etc etc”…) and i was asked to say sorry to her and her parents… i did.. after all its just a word like any other, its us who made a meaning for it.. and to top the charts i was give 3 days suspension… (thus becoming eligible for the youngest human to get suspension for a sexual-harassment case… if only had i applied..).. so i went home to another round of caning from dad.. ( i figured out that the thickness of the cane is inversely proportional to the pain inflicted provided the relative velocity and location of the strike remains constant.. note to self : when asked to fetch a cane go for the thickest one).. i knew it was useless to plead.. so i just took the hits.. after all pain was just a feeling.. soon it was over…

4 days later…

i went to the class and went down to sit at my place amidst stares and glares… next to my only true friend and buddy (coz he did not stare or pass comments..).. as the class started.. i confided to him that i did not do that… he most understandingly told me he knew that and he believed me… (that was so sweet… but being analytical in life has some advantages..).. you knew it?? how?? coz i was the person who wrote it!!!!!

What??? i could not believe it… this was not happening.. the next thing i remember is a wrestling match in which i was putting a dead lock on him.. and the teachers carrying 2 entangled bodies to the principals office… well.. the result.. (note to self: ask parents to shift home closer to school to save travel expenses).. thankfully we escaped with caning.. and me being a good guy (or probably coz i wanted him all to myself) i did not utter a word to the teachers.. so i forgave him…

but once analytic, always like that.. so i asked him why he did it.. his answer was something which i will never forget all my life… ” i wanted to know how the reaction will be when we write I LOVE YOU (frankly he had no idea what that meant.. ) to a girl.. and also the reaction of the surrounding humans also.. since i wanted a physical representation of it i had to write names there.. so i chose ivy’s name coz that was the shortest name to spell.. and as for the other name its not right to put my name as i won’t be an observer then.. so other than mine the only name i know to spell is yours… that’s y!!!….but hey my research worked na?…”

no wonder we never discuss our research.. frankly we don’t need to…

in short we complete each other as friends and brothers!!!!

 

-Ninja-

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