We are now four months into our sojourn in this monkey-infested small cantonment. With time, we have learnt the tricks of the trade and the long tailed primates don’t intimidate us anymore. Armed with a stick, I go for the long evening walks; the walks that I was missing like crazy. The cantonment being small, we daily come across most of our friends and acquaintances , all doing the same walk-routine. Since everyone carries a stick, the manner of greeting each other is quite “sticky”- raising one’s arm and waving the stick at the other person. Any new onlooker would probably think that we all hate each other with fervor, because everyone is waving his stick at everyone else. Really, we have become quite “stick-centric”. The STICK – it’s almost a mini fashion statement here.
We are at least a four-hours drive away from the nearest decent town. A shopping mall- huh, what’s that? Dominoes/Pizza Hut/Modern civilization? Du..uu..hhh..What was that, again? This distance from the happening hubs has made us a wee bit relaxed about the “fashion sense”. Always passionate about my walks, I would step out in smart sports gear, purchased with the same passion. But now, my favourite pair of white coloured shorts is lying somewhere at the back of the cupboard, not been used since the past two months. The hubby returns from his evening golf session and I hastily pull on loose-fitting track pants paired with a mis-matched tee; and off we go for the walk. BUT, the stick is the latest in fashion, mind you. How? Well, for almost a month, I happily walked around , carrying a longish heavy iron rod ( coloured white ), unaware that maybe I was causing embarrassment to the hubby. Who knows; when he was walking beside me, maybe he wanted to announce, “I am not with her, this iron-rod-carrying-unfashionable woman”. So, one fine day, I was presented with a “hip and happening” mahogany coloured stick made of some fine quality wood. It’s the finest one in the area and many people have enquired where we got it from. Going by the numerous glances it gets, I fear it might get stolen one day. I secretly gloat, flaunting my prized possession daily.
So, we walk daily, and we carry a stick daily. Being the fashion-conscious lady that I am, I change the stick sometimes. Then I walk around, with a song buzzing inside my head- “looking great and feeling good, with The Stick”.( replace “the stick” with “Lakme”, and you will remember that 80’s jingle,) I see such a variety of these sticks daily, that I want to suggest a really new form of entertainment here. ( badly needed ) What about a fashion show/contest for the sticks? It could be the Fall Collection. “The Stick Fashion Week”. Apt name. Eh? I guess I will have to keep my mahogany stick stored under lock and key till then. I am already dreaming about the things I will do with the prize money!
© Oct 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani