Quddrillon Part-I

I rode a quddrillon. You know what a quddrillon is? No? I don’t know it either. But I rode a quddrillon, that’s it. I rode a quddrillon and crossed seven seas, seven islands, seven worlds, seven lakes, seven houses, seven forests, seven...but let it be so. A quddrillon has more than seven legs. But let it be so, by the way, what did you do last night at Chipkko? You took Carmen to the backstage, when we were watching Hamlet. What did you do there? Oh you did this to her just as your friend did to your wife in your bed. My quddrillon saw everything. It stretched its neck so as to see better, through your window, what was happening inside. But let it be so, please let me continue. Sometimes, peoples spin words and make me go off the track. What do you call them? Track-losers, I am. I have lost track of all my friends. They were riding something else, but not quadrillion’s uncles, I ‘m sure about that. But let’s stop. We are talking too much on irrelevant things. I must go to Kapuch within two moons. These days moons are not punctual. Mr. Grunt is teaching them the lesson of punctuality. But you know these professors are better at punctiliousness and not punctuality. It’s scarcity, scared city. But let the moon drop its **** in pacific. I must go on, love my quddrillon. But I have to go to Kapuch. There is wedding of Princess Anne. By the way, who is Anne's father? A farmer? A DJ? A Chromatographer? A cinematographer? No, a princess’ father must be a king, the king of Denmark, father of Hamlet. I told you I had seen Hamlet in the backstage when Carmen was raped by this god-forgotten fellow- a rogue of ninety days- a punk-out of seven sins. But there I have reached a congregation, Hey, are you up to something? No secret, Huumm, my quddrillon knows everything. next quddrillon part-II © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 17 October 2014 09:41 (IST)