Iced Lollies

This is the first tale in a series (no guarantees, depends on how long i last and do not last with a severe memory failure) of a time which people tend to remember for the rest of their lives as its the best time of their entire lives.

A time when roadside food and unhygienic juices mattered more than drugs, alcohol and cigarettes (not that these did not matter ... but the first two mattered more) !! Along with these evils also the pleasure of those surreptitious looks and those passing glances at the girl next door or even the next locality or town or city or country quenched not only the thirst of the mind and the soul but also the eye.

It used to be 7:30 early in the morning when we normally reached school, unless of course it was inspection day and we deliberately came late to hide our unpolished shoes and supposed to be white shirts and trousers and had to bribe Abdul the gatekeeper to let us in and then attempt to sneak past the house master who was deaf but wily enough to catch us by our collars and punish us for the first two periods !! Mission accomplished .... inspection bypassed, first two periods bunked !! By the time he realized that by punishing us he was not only not making us feel ashamed but instead giving us what we wanted, he had retired, since we broke this news to him only on his last working day.

One such day when we had successfully managed to loaf around for half the periods and spent the other half trying to damage the chemistry lab by opening the kipps aparatus and mixing a few volatile solutions to produce green smoke, my partner in rhyme crime and wasting dimes Shom and i decided that we had not done anything forbidden for a long time, and we were kind of getting restless. Normally people do get restless after getting caned for having caused riot in labs but we were not mere mortals and dedicated it to not having tasted the forbidden fruit.

So much was our focus and concentration in getting to the fruit, we did not even turn back at the beauties coming out from our so called sister school, (I am using the term so called since i know a lot of brothers from my school who went on to flirt / marry people from the other one and i do not want to demean them in anyway.) but went straight towards our goal. Sometimes i wish i had the same focus during exams, but that's another tale.

Our goal was this obnoxious looking man with ruffled hair, freckled face, unshaven and red eyed wearing his fathers torn banyan and his grandfathers not so torn lungi with a dirty white cooler box who sat right outside the enormous gates of our school guarded by the 150 kg Abdul. Both of us had been told by our parents not to touch anything from that man as there was hearsay that he used to sell drugs in the night and take drugs in the morning and then sell stuff with drugs to children during the afternoon. Basically since he was a druggie.

But we were tigers, these things never did matter to us. What could a harmless peddler do to us? And on top of that it was all hearsay, and we had been taught in second standard not to believe in that. More than anything it was just the want to do something that we had been instructed not to.

So we boldly walked up to the guy and asked him "What do you sell?". He answered back in a cracked up hoarse voice and combination of accents and dialects which was pretty hard to decipher but when done meant "Iced Lollies" and opened the box of miracles. There was orange and pista and cola and all the flavors that we could think of present in the world sitting right there in front of our very own eyes which were now glistening with joy. For the benefit of those who do not know what an iced lolly is, it is frozen colored flavour water packed in plastic packets which you are supposed to tear and suck on.

He wanted a rupee for each. A Rupee for the forbidden fruit, our day's glory and much more. Just a rupee, it was too cheap. So we smartly paid him a rupee each and grabbed a cola and an orange and proudly walked away from the spot.

The whole day had gone according to plan from coming late to getting punished to getting caned and even to taste the forbidden fruit. Just the end was a bit unplanned and it was unplanned due to my failing memory at that young age.

We slowly strolled towards the bus stop on the footpath watching the cars parked on the other side of the street. I watched the cars and was slowly licking my magic stick while Shom the dreamer that he was was looking at the trees and the birds and was humming a tune while tasting his orange flavoured key to happiness.

Then came calamity, rather i spotted my mom waving towards me from the car parked on the other side of the street. I had completely forgotten that she had said she would come to pick us up since she had some work near my school that day. When realization had struck me and i was hoping it had been better if lightening had, i poked Shom into reality and suddenly gave him my magic stick, rather benevolently passed my iced lolly into his hands. That flabbergasted look of unrealistic belief has never shown on Shom's face again ever since. Not because he saw my mom, no he still had not, he was flabbergasted because I who never even gave away the rotten parathas that we used to flick from juniors in the canteen was giving him my very own magic stick.

By the time he realized why i had been so philanthropic he had already praised me twice in his mind for being his benefactor, and when he realized, i saw in him the Carl Lewis which no one has seen till date and will ever see. he had vanished into thin air, the Olympic gold was his, and the boy that he was he did not waste the lollies but took it with him as if they were his relay batons and left me in a state of complete depression triggered by my mom finding me with the iced lolly and then him slurping down my share as well as his in some seedy corner.

I was left with my light school bag, and my heavy soul and itching butt, it had just recovered from the last caning and was sensing danger again. I slowly trotted across the street to the car and was met with a silent glare. More than the eyes i was looking at her hands, when would they rise to fall on my poor aching behind? The silent car journey ended at home and followed me up to my bedroom where the sound of silence was just broken with 5 small spanks and a terrible dose of how careless and insolent and disobedient and uncultured i was becoming. All this for just a cola flavoured iced lolly .... can you imagine ... i know i know ... i know you must be having tears in your eyes seeing my plight and the torture i went through.

In the evening when all was quiet on the western front i called my eastern neighbour cum friend who had run away with my magic stick and left me to face the black and blue reality of my aching body. He expressed his deepest regrets and informed that my choice was better since the cola tasted better than the orange. I felt like knocking the daylights out of him but then the brotherly affection took over and i stopped with just hurling a few choicest abuses at him before we parted for the night.

While i lay in bed upside down due to acute pain in the backside, i thought over the days proceedings and decided that the best moment of the day was the first lick of the iced lolly. It was a symbol of achievement, breaking free from the bonds of everything apart from the fact that my intestines had also broken free and i had visited the rest room 5 times in 2 hours. I also decided from that day onwards i would wear two underpants to school so that the many escapades that i would have in the near future did not leave me with a dysfunctional posterior.

Moral of the story: The forbidden fruit brings pain, but it is tasty !!