The Knight Writer

Sometimes life takes a very unpredictable turn. Like the day I discovered, Pigs Have Wings!!
This was one of those days, I was all of thirteen.
The world was against me, the teachers were eternally nitpicking… Mother had turned to a Monster who was on a Nag-a-thon. Amidst these trying dramas my senior citizen cousin wants to go to the Beauty parlour.
Of course it was not cool for senior citizens who are eighteen to walk about with escorts even in the 1980’s but thirteen year olds are visible to the adults and can be turned invisible with an incantation called, ”Mills and Boons” which is definitely a worthy remuneration since it cost a princely Rs.11/- from my non-existent pocket money and the Librarian took on the onus of informing my mother that I was treading scandalous territory by reading Mills and Boons and Barbara Cartland…OMG I am amazed that I was not doused in holy in water.
Reckon it was part of the perils of growing up in the 1980’s, but believe me it did trigger homicidal tendencies which were best overcome by reading a good Whodunit… if only I could… that set me on a journey of partnership with Agatha Christie…a journey of murder and intrigue. Well that was an eventuality.
But since we Neckhar’s have been brought up to value the power of the Impact of the ladle on the Gluteus Maximus I chose the incentive that my cousin offered.
I even pretended not to notice that she turned right instead of turning left to the Beauty parlour. Parlour we did go to, not the beauty, but the one where solidified cream and sugar and innumerable flavours …as they did not have the bitter flavour of my life that was experiencing, nor did the have flavour of oppression, I decided to opt for the only redemption of a depressed soul the Run and Raisin black current ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce on top not to mention the roasted cashew.
With the ice-cream reaching its intended destination, my senior citizen of a cousin joined by still more senior citizen of the male kind, I was relegated to the library next door. Which did not stock intelligent books like Archie’s or Amarchitrakatha… not knowing how to tackle the situation I decided to browse the books…
Photo-romance magazine not available
Phantom of Denkali not available
Amarchitrakatha not available
Mandrake the Magician not available
Agatha Christie not available
Mills and Boons not available
Barbara Cartland not available
Denise Robbins out of bounds
On the centre table were scattered randomly books returned by various readers I saw this rather tired looking book, with dog ears a cover with butler on job and the inner cover showed a genial bespectacled man with a pipe… this ladies and gentle men was my entry into the world where nothing bad ever happens, even if it did, it could be sorted. I picked up this book when I’m well, and when I am poorly, when I am travelling, when I am not, when i am eyesome, when i am a eyesore…
I had made a friend… I had discovered life support… welcome to the world of P.G.Wodehouse.,
PS Pigs have wings is a book penned by P.G.Wodehouse.
PPS: This blog is written for Indispire of unremembered number glive cast by Ruchi verma who blogs at http;//


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