July 24, 2010

Toy Story

I miss Tridax. My only teddy bear in life was called Tridax. Effects of having a mom who loved her zoology way too much.
I miss Bull. Wonder under how many layers of dust he lies now?
I miss the elephant.Did he have a name? I don't think so. GNai-GNui, the hippo. The robot-stuffed-toy from Pattaya.
I miss Watto. Didu's present from 2002 USA.
I miss Dandelion, the cat. That was Buiya's. And her tortoise from Delhi. Butu from Nepal. And her Gublet.She lies ignored on the wardrobe beside my bed.DUST-COVERED.Is randomly kicked around sometimes.
I can not even remember them all. Ultra Man-the bag? Jigglypuff. Clefairy. The Sheep.Snowy. All of them bought for rupees-ten-a-piece. In a rainy weekend. They that had to be dried by being hung on the heater, barbecue style. And THEN cuddled up to.
I miss Nadumnaa, the monkey. Buiya's blue monkey, who could stick a thumb into her open moutth. Had a red bow, as far as I remember. Nadumna, Nadumna, tak-duma-dum Nadumna, Nadumna, Nadumna doom-doom-doom Nadumna.
I miss the Bor-putool(The groom-doll) that was excessively bloated in parts, and had some limbs missing, but would end up being the unchallenged groom in all the marriage occasions. Then there was Oolo, the jumbled mass of red-wool, who would be a patient guest at all the weddings of dolls. Without fail. The music in these weddings was the responsibility of the clockwork 'Drummer-doll'(alternatively, Drum-bajaano-putool), who would, once in a bluemoon, double up as the groom.I fail to remember who the brides would be.
Oh and then there were those marine organisms. The purple duck. And the dolphin that fell from my seventh-floor Jodhpur Park balcony into the open drain below.
The blue-and-white clockwork penguin with orange flippers.The incessant flappity-floppitying of the flippers.
I miss the odd hen-BFFs. Both mutilated. One had missing limbs, the other a missing beak. One was baby Pink and the other, yellow ochre.
Gublet’s soul-sister. Olive Oyl. Again Buiya’s. Every short person has a tall best friend.
Hand-made tortoise.
I miss the black Bear, that was cursed to be standing forever, and looked like a goat. My Bombay Souvenir.
I had almost completely forgotten about the Huge Dragon. HUGE it was, indeed.
Pikachu. Squirtle. Chansey. Pink fluffy Rabbit. Bugs Bunny.
Starry-eyed Stacie, Semi-celebrity Barbara and the celebrities, Barbies. All Buiya's.
The five puppies. The Three Jungle Pygmy-kids.
The doll-house that was created underneath the aalna. That one that would be regularly visited by those little rats, whose fur looked so shampooedelicate.
I almost miss Julie, MeMey and their countless heirs and heiresses, all the little goat-kids I grew up cuddling. Staright out of Jhontoo'r Maa'r Chhagol-Production-Karkhaana.
I miss these. Very much. Not always, but right now.

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