Yatheshth was a hit with women the moment they knew his name. He preferred to be with women because his male friends called him yeti - for obvious and non-obvious reasons. Wasn't he grateful to his parents with a passion for doing 'hatke' things.
That was one of the only legacy left that he had acquired during his most rewarding and torturous years when he was reduced to a piece of furniture which was constantly being experimented with by his parents.
Until he realized what was happening to him, he enjoyed their antics due to all the attention he was getting from his parents and visitors. Even if it meant to be the tree of "What an idea sir jee" in a fancy dress competition.
Until he was 4 years old in a cowboy dress at a kids theme party when he met Rancho, running around in his diapers. Taking pity on Rancho he told him, "how stupid of you to shun your clothes like an uncivilized brat. Look at me all dressed up to kill and the center of attention I am at this party." "Yeah right! all of them like you... But do you know what you like?" Without waiting for an answer he went back to tearing his mother's diary. His mom noticed and took him to a corner for another dose of chiding.
Next time yeti (I am his male friend, so allow me the disgrace) was being asked to recite 'twinkle, twinkle', to the guests, his mom had taken so much pain to make him memorize(not to miss 'With actions beta'), Rancho in his head spoke for the first time-
What do I like? I like to please everyone. I like to be liked, isn't that the aim of everything I do - manners, clothes, politeness, nursery rhymes 'with actions', karate classes... and swimming too('Did you see my little Michael Phelps')?
No comments:
Post a Comment