ooooo(nn)aaaaaa.. She wailed loudly.There was a generous applause and roaring laughter.She rolled her eyes trying to focus her huge round eyes into some sort of a straight alignment, on a very white object.(Of course she did not know it was white).it was such relief to her eyes which were burning for god knows what reason.
Someone patted her behind.She rolled her eyes, screwed them and let out another wail.General applause followed.Then a squeak "It's her we've patted again .Where is the second one?" a hurried sound of shuffling feet and yelps followed thereafter.The lost property was retrieved from the arms of a lady in the long room( now she knows it's called a corridor).Yes i had been recovered from the arms of the head nurse.
Time whizzed by, days flew.I reacted to every Aye and she to every oo.Then came the series of slightly more complicated sounds- guddi, munni, gudiya, bitiya, beti,chhuttki or badki,muniya,baby.. ...Identity crisis raised it's head at this point of time.We learnt to turn our heads around.Both turned in the same direction at each of these sounds only to look into perplexed faces and the exclamation" kaun si?"
Poppa's momma liked Shivi and Sundari.Momma's momma liked Divya and Drishti.So i became Shiv Sundari and she became Divya Drishti.Phoren return buaji liked Poppy and Dolly and our desi Bua liked Lakshmi and Parvati.Ovearll we were reacted to every familiar voice , the name did not matter.And when the two of us reacted together the perplexed expression just made our day.we looked at each other everytime we confused them all.Finally the good old days came to an end they colour coordinated us.
Ah life was so boring . then one fine day i wailed divu , she turned and began to cry.She had been left alone in the silent valley and i had learnt to speak, morover we became different from each other.But she did not give up, next morn she wailed shivu and we became one and the same. Getting on our feet and calling each other by our own names made life interesting.Except Momma none could distinguish between us. Oh ya we are identical twins.
But the story does not end here.We beagan school, name changing happened again, I became Anita and she became Parineets .Few more days of chaos in our lives and a relief to momma nad poppa.If we could not fool them we could fool the teachers. It was fun!! Divu got away so many times( You see i was the quiet nice one).Then one fine day they put us in differebt sections.We grew up.She became taller soo... all confusion mellowed down.
Our identity crisis slid into dormant- cy.Thennnn I got married and again my name was changed by my darling husband.You see his sister had the same name so i became, u won't believe it Dolly at age 25.My phoren bua was sooo happy. She gave me a Gold kada. ufff.I have my fingers crossed that this identity crisis ends soon lest i would be lost.
Pliss note:The lesson of the day.Indian women often have to change their name when they get married.Stop this crime.Don't name pepole , number them. :)
Wot say? an awful thot ney!!
