Halocinations...

The atmosphere in the room was, let's say, electro-mechanical. At one end was a regal looking lady occupying the only chair in the room. Her head was in the middle of of other confabulating heads and, the only one visible as she oversaw a circle of black/white and bald tops around her. This was the Mechanical part of the room.
At the far end were the still green future confabulators who were arguing amongst themselves about the presence or lack of it of the revered halo on the lady's head. "There it is. I just saw it" a young one shouted excitedly. "Where? Where?" everyone else had disappointment writ on their faces at missing the opportunity to spot it - that which had its only parallel in another such light at Sabarimala. It was all this positive and negative sightings that made this end of the room Electrical.
All was routine until this sudden interruption.
"You should not have responded that way, Madamji" a voice spoke from the middle of the room. There was shock and awe at once in the crowd. No one ever dared say anything to suggest that Madamji had said something that shouldn't have been said.
The voice, having grabbed the attention of the entire room, proceeded to offer a quick explanation lest it was silenced immediately.
"You see, when the court issued you summons, you shouldn't have said that you were daughter-in-law of someone. Law doesn't recognize in-law"
There was absolute silence for a moment. The confabulating black/white and bald tops suddenly had more familiar infrastructure that would make a face. And all those faces started to speak at once.
"No. No. Let me handle this" the lady with the halo (or not) interjected in a stentorian voice.
"What's your qualification" she asked the faceless voice.
"I have a Bachelors in Law, Madamji" the voice sounded like it was on the wane.
"And I presume you are married?" the lady sounded surer than the voice himself.
"Yes, I am Madamji"
"That makes your degree a fake one. You claim to be a Bachelor and yet you are married"
"But Madamji", the voice was now almost defensive
"No more discussion. This conclusively proves that I am more qualified at law than you are. I can easily prove that I am a daughter-in-law while you cannot prove that you are a Bachelor"
The confabulating tops were flabbergasted by Madamji's brilliance. The moment demanded an Arjuna like obeisance for Lord Krishna.
However, one confabulator had a lingering doubt.
"Madamji, to be qualified in law, should you 'have a daughter-in-law' or is it enough if you are 'the daughter-in-law'? Just asking" - he was careful not to break the code of confabulators.
Unfortunately for the doubting confabulator the prince (whose wedding plans could have made the questioner quiet) just entered the room with a baby halo (or not) and all. He heard the question about having a daughter-in-law. Though he didn't have the context - not that he ever needed one, before anyone could realize, the doubting confabulator was confronted with close to 30 questions about his own qualification, daughter empowerment, law empowerment and power (electric, solar, political) in general with few supplements about poison thrown in for good measure.
The room was now tense as everyone waited for the doubter to respond to those 30 questions. He looked up meekly, one last time, and surrendered abjectly saying "I agree that it is enough to be a daughter-in-law". His head went down immediately to be part of the black/white and bald tops of the confabulating circle.
It was business as usual after that.

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