LUCKY TRUDGES ON

(Continued from last post Lucky's Salad Days)

Lucky often got into a spell of benevolent musings(thinking of some sweet young thing) that gave him an effervescent desire to pat the humanity on the back in explicit camaraderie and under the spell of such bonhomie, he turned a great philanthropist doing good turns to many a puzzled fellowmen; things like giving a fiver to a beggar(when, in fact, he had six bucks in his pocket) or helping an old man climb on to a bus(which eventually he would miss).

Lucky The Pious

At sixteen, Lucky turned deeply religious. He frequented temples and churches regularly in order to worship the gods, a ruse he devised to meet young goddesses. As his 'religious fervour' grew in intensity, his itinerary brimmed with visits to temple fairs and church feasts.He became a permanent fixture at all religious processions patronised by the female of the species in their hordes. Yet, all his piety gained him a zilch. But even God could not withhold His benedictions for long.

And At Last..

For every animal that grazes the meadow, God always provides some grass earmarked for that animal, a cluster of grass that beckons to be grazed. Lucky couldn't have been an exception to this divine edict. After scores of snubbing and the brusheroos from the lassdom of this world, there came the moment of truth when Lucky was presented with the prospect of meeting some loved one behind the rhododendron bushes at a pre-appointed time. Lucky conducted elaborate solo dress rehearsals to churn out flowery monologues only to botch up the lines at the grand finale that turned the rendezvous into an unmitigated disaster! Later lucky bitterly complained that girl had no heart, knowing all the time that she had in fact two, one of which was Lucky's that she had stolen.

Lucky Mosquitoed!

But my search for a rational explanation for Lucky's abortive forays into the realm of courtship bore fruit when a scientific study revealed that Pheromone, a hormone-induced chemical substance secreted into ones skin, when present in adequate quantity, made one highly desirable not only to the opposite sex but also to mosquitoes on their blood-sucking binges.

If my memory serves me right, Lucky was never bothered by mosquitoes in his youth and he often bragged that he was a mosquito repellent in human shape!

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LUCKY'S SALAD DAYS

Lucas Charles 'Sticky' alias Lucky is one person whose memory is indelibly etched in my mind, not because he saved me from African lions nor due to any hefty loan he gave me to start a business. (By the way, this not a memorial piece since Lucky is very much alive, though not kicking.) Lucky still retains that special place in my heart because his life had all along been an open book to me, especially the the chapter dealing with his adolescent(puppy) love life.

A junior to me by two years at the high school, lucky was known to me from our Salad days when his imagination had just sprouted wings of a ostrich that enabled his teenage fancy to run, though not to soar; a time when, with an imagination that was out of step with the reality, he could not get over the idea that he was a thing of beauty and boy forever!

Forever In Love

His every waking hour was filled with romance for someone known(mostly unknown); when the fields magnetism surrounding the fair sex inducted electric thoughts that galvanised him into action providing the sole motivating force behind all his ambitions spurring him on to sartorial elegance. His favourite dress was a green shirt on top of a pair of pink trousers that earned him the nickname 'Pink Panter'.He had a kind of special savoire-faire that enabled him to put his foot into his own mouth whenever he opened his trap, a form of foot and mouth disease.

Lucky went around wearing a silly grin on his dial for reasons best known to him and often eagerly awaited at the street corner news-stand for the copies of glossy magazines just to have a peep at (but never to buy the mag) the the centre-spread photograph of some two bit starlet in advanced state of disrobing.

Romance In Air

To Lucky, every film heroine seemed like a demi-goddess and every second gal appeared to be his his prospective spouse in full bridal attire, whom he would soon be leading down the aisle amidst the chants of hymns by the clergy in their solemn voices.

His racing ticker oozed sugary drippings of polysyllables that could together form excellent stuffings for many Mills and Boon romantic concoctions. During one such fit of exuberance, he had composed, compiled and mailed 'an anthology of amorous verses' to the daughter of a local police constable. And on learning of this bravado, I had to apply a thick coat of grease to the palm of the constable's housemaid in order to intercept the mail at the delivery end, thereby saving Lucky from the privilege of cooling his heels in the jug, not to mention a florid black eye.

( To be continued in the next post, Lucky Trudges on)

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