Tuesday 25 December 2012

War

War

Pat cried. He had just received a letter from London. It brought him grave news. Although the valiant British RAF had won the Battle of Britain, he found out that the Luftwaffe had gone down out of the sky with his family. His jolly father and his wonderful mother. They had cared for him, throughout his life. And it was like he had lost a part of his body. He could actually feel their pain, their anguish. He suddenly was drawn back into his thoughts.
                                                                              Let us leave Pat to pacify his soul for now. I will now tell you his story. Pat was a young man from Birmingham. Although he was not that good at studies and academics, he was a brilliant strategist. He used to play 'Capture The Flag' all day when he was young. He was called the undefeatable one, because he was never known to lose such a game. After passing out with, well average marks, he went home and told his mother his ambition. He wanted to become a sailor in the British Navy! His mother was scared. She had raised this boy and taught him all the right virtues. She didn't want to lose him. But still, she let him go, as she told her self, "Every bird leaves the nest." This soon became a famous statement and I know that all of you know about this phrase.
                                                                             Pat quickly joined the Navy. He became popular with all the other sailors an because of his quick wit and his wonderful brain, he was soon promoted to the rank of Captain. He was to be the Captain of the HMS Endeavour . And he was a lucky man, for the Endeavour was the best ship in the entire British Navy! He took charge of the Endeavour and sunk many enemy ships with it. With its powerful guns, and its nuclear missiles, it was indestructible.
                                                                             Coming back to the present, Pat was devastated. Anger filled his heart. He then vowed to himself that as long as he was alive, he would be merciless towards the enemy. He would destroy every enemy ship in front of him, whether it came under a flag of truce or not. But while he was making these great statements, German U-Boats had surrounded his ship! These U-Boats were submarines and were very primitive, but if had vastly superior numbers they could destroy any kind of ship. You can compare them to mosquitoes. Unaware, Pat was suddenly jerked out of his dreams when his first mate, David, told him that their sonar system had found that many U-Boats had surrounded them. But as he was talking, missiles were launched from the devilish submarines, and they ploughed their way through the ocean. Pat gave the order for flares to be shot. Hopefully, if those missiles were heat seeking, they would go for the flares. But that was not so. The missiles blew up when they hit the ship. The mighty vessel groaned under impact. The Endeavour began to reply by firing torpedoes. This battle continued for many hours until finally, though badly damaged, the Endeavour won.
                                                                              Pat shouted curses at the sinking U-Boats. He cursed them until his throat became dry. He actually wanted the poor souls to die. He had no idea that these people had been forced to fight by Adolf Hitler when they did not want to.  Pat gave the order to David to turn the ship to the nearest, friendly port. He went to the wounded and tried to cheer them up by boosting their morale. Surprisingly, the casualties had been light. But still, Pat felt responsible for every man who had got injured. That night, he did not write about his day in his diary. Instead, he began to form strategies on how to defeat the Germans. The strategy the U-Boats had used was something he had never seen before. He also looked to the future. Britain got all its supplies from foreign countries. These supplies were transported by sea. The trade ships were unaccompanied. Suppose they were attacked, they had no means of defence. He decided that small destroyer ships should accompany the trade ships. If they were attacked, the destroyers would use small bombs called depth charges. These bombs could not be located and had a lot of power.
                                                                             Pat wrote to the Prime Minister of Britain. He hoped they would take his letter seriously and take action. He and his crew were at Cuba. His mechanics were working with all their might and power to repair the ship. They were sitting on a log when suddenly they heard noises. They looked up to the sky, only to see planes above them. Pat cursed under his breath. Did they really have to come and attack them again? He shouted at his crew to take cover, but some of them had been blown apart by bombs. And these planes were strange. Instead of dropping bombs from a height, they were deliberately diving and dropping the bombs! He took a machine gun and started firing madly at them. Luckily, he found their weak point. Foolishly, they were carrying their bombs by the tail! Pat found out that if you just shoot the bombs, they will blow up and send the plane into a crazy spinning action. He tried to make sure that not many pilots were killed, so that he could question the survivors. He worked with his men, trying to mend his broken ship. He worked so hard that finally, one of his muscles tore. He rested for a lot of time inside his quarters. When his ship was fully repaired, he gave the order to sail all the way back to HQ in Britain. He destroyed every U-Boat he encountered. He sent the Luftwaffe pelting out of the sky. He had also secretly planned a plan. He would fire every nuclear missile he had on German cities! HQ approved of it and he had the trust of the King. On 13 June, 1944 Berlin was nearly destroyed. Dresden was wiped out of existence and several other cities were battered to death. Adolf Hitler comitted suicide. The war in Europe was over, and Pat was made the head of the British Navy.
                                                                               So that was the story of Pat. But let me give you an advice dear reader, do not become as ruthless as he was for he, like the Germans wanted to kill all the jews but was imprisoned and given death sentence a year after he was promoted. He was found to be continuing the death camps in Europe and it was a shame.   

Friday 8 June 2012

The World of Chocolate

This story is for my wonderful and most creative cousin sister, Anahita.

                                               The World of Chocolate

I've been wondering about a question a friend asked of me once. What do children want most? Well, I had many answers like toys, games etc. But finally I found out the correct answer. CHOCOLATE. In scientific form it is made out of cacao beans and has high quantities of sugar therefore  is bad for us. But to us kids, chocolate is a fun and tasty thing to eat. How can it ever  cause us harm?!!. My two sisters, Uma and Mira are crazy about it. Whenever my mother comes back from shopping they run up to her and ask "Chocolate laya kya? Mujhe chahie." They get really sad if my mum doesn't get them any. I went to my friend and gave him my answer.  Delighted with my answer, he told me a story...

"I was exploring the mountain behind our school. It is very interesting there. I was poking around the rocks when I suddenly felt the ground beneath my feet give way. I fell into nothingness..! I kept falling, and falling for a very long time in pitch black darkness. Suddenly, I felt my bum crash against the floor. I couldn't see anything. I stumbled on something, it was a box.  I tried to push it. I tried and tried but didn't get any success. And when all my hope was lost there was a brilliant flash of light and I was gazing with my mouth open. I couldn't believe it. The place I was in was completely made out of CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!

There was an endless field made out of butterscotch and whipped cream. Through the centre flew a large river of molten chocolate , splitting the land into two. I went and started eating. I wished that I was a cow so I could run throughout the land, grazing on the grass. I drank from the river. It was scrumptious. But I was also scared. However tasty this land may be, I still didn't know how to get my way back home. Nightfall was approaching fast and I hadn't even tried to make a shelter.

I started digging with all my might into the ground. Thankfully the soil was not chocolate. I was trying to make a burrow for myself to sleep in just like rabbits. But this wouldn't be my permanent home. I would be nomadic and try to find people in this enchanted land to help me go home. Finally I had made a nice and spacious burrow for myself. Next, I had to organize some thing to drink ( all that chocolate sure makes one thirsty) and a nice fire. I took blades of grass and put it in the middle of my burrow. I found a matchbox in my pocket and lit a fire. I hoped my parents would not scold me for using a matchbox in their absence.   To me it was a matter of life and death. I did not have any wish to eat but boy I sure wanted to drink. I managed to mould a cup out of the soil and made it hard by burning it in the fire. I took some molten chocolate from the river and drank it. I loved it.

That night was as cold as it is on he North pole, I got very little sleep.  I was roused from my poor sleep by a sharp poke in my face. I woke to a miracle ! The most beautiful if queer  sight unfolded in front of me.  I saw a wierd animal, a half bird- half dog kind of creature.  As weird the Birddog appeared, I have to tell you that it was beautiful!   Its wings had a large wing span so I thought that even if it fell out of the sky straight towards the ground, it would still steer itself to safety. Its body was golden, and it gleamed in the sun as I crawled out of my burrow. He was curiously sniffing my pocket. I put my hand in it and was astonished to find a packet of jellybeans! It seemed he wanted to eat one. I took a jellybean in my hand and put my hand out. He jerked his head forward with lightning speed and in a second the jellybean was in his mouth and he munched on it joyfully. He came closer and then licked my face. So I named him Jellybean and he was my favourite companion through my stay in that strange sugary  land.

Together we journeyed on, and on digging burrows as shelter and moving through the land. I got an idea while we where at the foot of some sort of mountain. If Jellybean has such magnificent wings and can fly so beautifully, then why couldn't I ride on him? All I needed to do was make a harness and that would do it ! I set to work. For the past few days I had been in a forest and I cut some wood down for fire and some vines for tying it. I used them and finally, after much trying and exhaustion I made a harness to strap on to Jellybean. I put it on Jellybean after much struggle and soon we were soaring the sky. And oh was  it wonderful?! He flew ever so fast and it was great feeling the wind cut through my face.

Just then a miracle happened!  Below me was a vast kingdom! I decided to land there. It was a very rough landing and we got pretty bruised up but we landed. Suddenly I heard a big loud noise and I found big muscular soldiers standing in front of me. They whispered something to me and took me to their palace. It was magnificent. There were stairs in front of me which were made out of pure gold. A Chandelier made completely out of diamonds was right above my head. But their King was not very majestic. He was very ugly and smelled really bad from even thirty metres away!! He asked me what I was doing in his city and how I got there. So I poured out my whole story to him. He told me that he would have all his scientists  work on a solution for me to get back home but in return for that I had to serve him. I readily agreed.

The king let me stay in his palace and the next day, escorted me to the barracks. They taught me how to fight and taught me how to make good battle plans. At first, I was very tired and hated doing all this training. But slowly I became stronger. My feet became tougher and I could run farther every day. And soon I became the best soldier in the whole army. I was promoted through the ranks. Once private, then brigadier, and finally the Marshal of the whole army.

One day I found an unexpected surprise. The city bordering us had just broken the peace treaty we had declared with them a few weeks ago and were coming with all their forces to attack us. The king broke into a cold sweat, he kept on worrying about the city. I then realised that he was a king worthy of respect because I clearly saw that he cared a lot about the city and its subjects. I also took out our forces and led our army fearless of the enemy. But wait!! Before I left the Queen, Guddan told me to run an errand for her. She wanted about a litre of chocolate milk for her newborn baby, Shubh. I did that and was surprised to see that Shubh wasn't any ordinary baby. He was healthy, strong and fit and even though he was only six months old, his body was well built and was ripping out of his clothes. I was also astonished to hear that he was going to accompany us to the battlefield. Anyways, he would batter the enemy well. I put on my armour and set spurs to Jellybean. Then I rode off with the army to fight, with Shubh standing by my side. The battle was pretty easy. With Shubh on our side, we were indestructible.

He just rolled his arms really fast and ran through the enemy. The enemy had to suffer a lot of pain and it  was fun to watch enemy soldiers soar through the sky like jet planes, no Fighter planes!!! But something told me that the enemy had more. And in a second I saw that the enemy had just mobilized. Just like in the movie Iron Man they had just turned into enemy fighter planes. My mind told me that since they could not take off on their own, they actually wanted Shubh to launch them in the sky. Oh my god Shubh! I had forgotten about him. The enemy would kill him like that. I launched myself in the air with the best cricket fielding dive I had, but I was not able to save him. I could see it all in slow motion. The bullet going straight towards him. And a second later, their was a spurt of blood from his chest and he was down. He crouched down on his knees first. Then he fell flat. I felt angry. And there my dada's boon  came to my rescue. On his death bed he had told me that "When you really need it, your anger will help you." I grew, ten times the size of a soldier. I became stronger then a tank. I was as agile as a cheetah. I ran so fast that the enemy could not get me. I could see the bullets coming from the plane-soldiers. I took them down, one by one, just like how King Kong took down his planes. And I vanquished the whole enemy army. And suddenly I found myself back in my bed in my house. But something tells me that it was not a dream. And I will return back there to console Queen Guddan.

                                                          The End

Saturday 12 May 2012

Ambience Mall

Yesterday was a really fun day for me. My Mama took us to Ambience Mall in Gurgaon and I had a fun time going on rides and skating on ice.





Wednesday 2 May 2012

The Greatest Cricket Match ever

This story I have written is dedicated to all cricket lovers and people who can play this game well, but do not get the opportunity to play. It is also dedicated to one of the greatest batsmen of all time, K.S Ranjitsinghji, who is truly my hero in cricket and the person who roused the spirit of cricket in India.                                                        





The Greatest Cricket match ever

HOWZATTT!!!!!!! Sorry. Today I had a very good time playing cricket. I took a wonderful wicket today. I can imagine it in slow motion in my mind. The ball going slowly towards the wicket in a curved arch. The batsman (my friend Jai) getting very confused. He tries to hit it. But suddenly the ball makes a sharp turn and strikes the middle stump. But to my amazement, instead of the middle stump falling, the other two stumps fell down. It truly was my moment of glory. But you know what, there has been a match even greater than this. But sorry, I cannot tell you because it is a P2C2E (problem too complicated to explain). Nah. Just joking. I can tell you about this. This story is about Sir Kumar Shri Ranjitsinghji, who played cricket in his childhood as if it was his life, which let him live, which let him breathe, which let him enjoy and savour every moment of his glory.

Ranji was very sad. He remembered it all as if it was a dream. Bullies were troubling him. Saying, "do you think you can play cricket? Nahi yaar, you can't, you are the worst player in the village, no country no world!!!" Ranji cried out loud " I can play cricket you morons, and if you think I can't, I'll challenge you to a match. Will you play? Or are you too scared?" The bullies were surprised at such bravery. They accepted and warned Ranji that if he did not come to play then the consequences would be great. As they went, Ranji realised what he had done was terrible. The words had just flown out of his mouth.

He had to play on June 10th, which meant he had 10 days to gather players and try to beat those bullies to prove that even they were of some significance in the world. So he started to gather players. He first discussed it with his father. His father  had actually played for India in the world cup. His father told him all the essential players. He needed 6 bowlers, and 5 batsmen which had to be good. Ranji immediately knew the team. It would be He, Bhalu, Rakesh, Krishna, Arjun, Jai, Mukesh, Bhairav, Veer, Koki and Mandavya. Ranji was nervous about Koki. Koki was a girl and he didn't think she should be in the team. But he had seen her play, and she played pretty well. Anyway, the bullies hadn't made any conditions to play the match. He started right away.

He wrote the invitations on bright colored paper. In that, he requested all of them to be in his team and meet in their home ground, a dump yard behind a large cinema house. All of that costed him a hundred rupees of his precious savings but it was worth it. The next day he went to the ground and found all of the selected players waiting for him. They started arguing over who should be captain immediately. Ranji tried to put a stop to the fight but they kicked him out. Vaah!, he thought. He had a team of arguing morons, who didn't even look like they could play any sport. He had to scream as loud as he could to put a stop to the fight. "Look!!" he said. "We need to make decisions carefully. I know that you guys want to win but if we want to win we need a person who can make the right decision at the right time. Let's vote." But Ranji was sharply interrupted by Mandavya. " What, do you think this is going to help you become Skipper? I don't think this is going to help you." Ranji replied "Whoever wants to work as a team and win please stay. Everyone else who want to become captain please leave." Nobody left. Mandavya apologised but Ranji could swear that he heard him cursing under his breath.

So then they started their practise sessions. Ranji observed everything carefully. He was chosen as captain and was a farsighted indeed. He looked at everyone's overall batting and bowling and put them into their right places. They practised day and night, as hard as they could, and came back home all sweaty and exhausted.

The team  utilised their ten days wisely, and improved a lot over this short time span. Finally the great day came. The D-Day...! Ranji was tense and nervous in the morning when he woke up. He did his morning chores with lightning speed, took blessings from his parents and set off to the cricket pitch with a confident air. He was sure of victory, unaware that this would be the hardest challenge he would ever face. When he reached, he was shocked at the sight of the opposite team. He watched with his mouth agape, a team of bulky, hefty boys. They towered over his team with sullen expressions, their muscles ripping and menacing.  "Never mind" thought Ranji, gathering his wits. " They might be looking very powerful but they all have their own weaknesses", he figured.

 The match started. Ranji went to do flip the coin as captain. The opposition's captain, the bully who terrorized him every day gave him a look as if to say : "I'm going to win, you little trout sniffer." Ranji lost the toss and had to field first. He gave his team a long and encouraging speech, which rose everyone's spirits. In it he included that they, those small children, were of some significance. They wanted to be recognised by the people, so that they could be remembered by everyone. They all gathered in a circle and put their hands in the middle and roared "CHAKDE!!!!!!." The action began.

Sitaram and his spinners were sent first to bowl. Sitaram, was encouraged greatly by Ranji's speech and took a wonderful wicket on the first ball. He roared and shouted "OUT HAI!!!!!!" The next batsman was not as nervous as the opening batsman who got out. He made 35 runs, caught out on a big hit by Mandavya. They all shouted in glee when this wicket fell. In the break Ranji told the team their new fielding positions. He encouraged the team and munched on the delicious snacks rakesh's father had made for them. And a miracle occurred. The wickets fell as rapidly as the sweets and snacks were consumed!!!

The Bully's team got out for 130. It was a pretty good score and Ranji was already chewing his nails. But he still went to the pitch to bat along with Mandavya. They made a very good pair and batted very well. They were about to make their half century each when the opposition cheated!!!!! Their lead bowler was very frustrated that they were making easy runs. He rubbed rubber on the ball to make it go even more fast. And the very next ball he bowled got Ranji out.

Ranji could not believe it. He was completely disheartened. But Sitaram had seen the bowler cheat and took a few snapshots with his polaroid camera. And the bowler went on with his cheating. The wickets kept on falling like dominoes rapidly tumbling in a line. Ranji's team got all out for 104. Ranji was crying but told everyone that he was sweating through his eyes. He had worked so hard for that match. But still he could not gain victory. He had just let it slip out of his hand. The Bullies started teasing him afresh. And this time, Ranji gave in. He heard their taunts and their criticism and thought that he deserved it.

Suddenly, Sitaram let out a wild whoop of objection. He ran claiming that the opposition had cheated !! Even before he could be asked for proof, the excited boy showed the umpire the photographs !... After a few tedious moments of silence, when no one dared breathe,  the umpire declared that the bulies had cheated indeed ! Ranji's team had won !  Ranji was ever so happy. His team lifted him on their shoulders and paraded around the ground. Ranji also was shedding tears of happiness.

The End

Tuesday 1 May 2012

The Upset Tummy

                                                        The Upset Tummy

Once upon a time, in the wonderful city of New York, a boy named Rizwan fell sick. It was a dreadful thing to happen, as on that day, he and his fellow classmates were going to watch a movie. Rizwan had pictured it in his mind as a wonderful time.

He also had gathered up his guts to confess his feelings towards Ambika, a girl he liked. He had liked her ever since he saw her in RCB (reception class in primary school). Ambika also liked Rizwan, but she thought waiting for the appropriate time to tell him was a good idea. But let's not wander off the topic. Let us delve into the darkness of Rizwan's body to see what else  was going on in his guts.

His antibodies were working very hard. They scouted far and wide, up his oesophagus, in his stomach, in the confusing small intestine, but could still not find out anything. They were not aware that some bacteria had just multiplied and had gathered in a powerful army in the depths of the poor boy's body.

But how did they find that out? Well, there was a young little antibody playing in the large stomach and having fun with his friends. He wandered off a little bit more and heard a sound of marching. He squealed in delight as he loved seeing the antibody army march past. But this time he did not see that wonderful army. Instead, he saw a cohort of ugly, disgusting bacteria march past. He ran as fast as he could, to the antibody headquarters in the vast Cerebrum in the brain. On hearing the little guys report, the Antibodies immediately became alert.

The great, lion hearted, terrifying general Grunt CXXXXXXXXVIIII - Antibody in charge- gave them a long and courageous speech. The Antibodies decided to use indirect combat in the battle, that is attacking from long range. They sent spies to watch and discover the plans of the Bacteria Army but they failed to discover anything. Left with little choice, the Antibody army started marching towards their target, to exterminate it once and for all.

Meanwhile, in the wide outside world, Ambika felt sorry for Rizwan. She decided to go to his house to comfort him. Rizwan could not believe it when he saw her on his doorstep. He tried to get up to greet her but immediately fell down because the pain in his stomach was too great for him to handle. Ambika held him and put a warm towel on his head. Rizwan thought that this was even better than going to watch the movie. They started chatting and made an endless conversation, laughing all the time.

Only the poor Antibodies were not laughing. Instead their faces were beaded with sweat while engaging the enemy with their catapults and massive weapons I cannot describe. They were working very hard but the bacteria still came on them, in their vast and superior numbers. They advanced slowly, and finally attacked the tired antibodies directly. But the Antibodies did not give up. Instead, to the bacteria's great disappointment they attacked with all their strength and power.
Suddenly, out of the sky reinforcement rained on the Bacteria. Yes, they were the Suppository's that Rizwan's mother had just inserted  into his body through his bum. They caused massive explosions, and out of them, Great, big men came out and towered over the scared bacteria. The scummy bugs  tried to retreat, in every possible way but they could not.
 I cannot tell you how they were planning to escape because that is a P2C2E ( Problem too complicated to explain ). But the Antibodies fortified with the medication showed no mercy. They killed every bacteria they could see in their sight until all of them were destroyed. And in the outside world, Rizwan gradually became better. He finally explained everything to Ambika, who gave him a big, tight hug. And that was the end of Rizwan's upset tummy and confused heart. It was time for the  Antibodies to party, and some were already drunk of victory and joy!!!


Thursday 26 April 2012

The Steel Bird

I came up with a new poem while I was settling down to sleep!! Hope you like it!!!
                             
                                                               The Steel Bird

Oh look at that Steel Bird,

That magnificent bird of prey,

How it dives out of the heavens,

With its talons all glint and grey,

Only, man has tamed it well,

And it seldom flies the sky,

With its own free will.

Wednesday 25 April 2012

Dreaded Wishes


Ok Guys, I have another story I would like to share. Give me your opinions once you read it!!

                                                          Dreaded Wishes

Once upon a time there was a Boy and his Father. The boy's name was Sulabhdas while his Father's name was Takatsingh. But their names had no bearing on their actual characters. For young Sulabhdas nothing was- as his name implied in Hindi- easy. He did not learn to walk so easily, each time his legs came up they stood for a moment or two then in a weird kind of way started wobbling and fell down. He did not learn to walk until the age of 5. Sulabhdas also had difficulty in school. He couldn't answer easy questions like 1+1 or 2+2. It was very hard for him. However, Sulabhdas was equally mischevious. He often stole a rupee or two from his Father, Takatsingh to buy sweets. Those delicious sweets made his senses quiver. He let his mind take over him and could not bear the temptation. He would start tantrums and yell at his Father to get one. His Father would be quiet as they were in public and when they got home would hit him as hard as his strength allowed him. But Takatsingh was nothing as his name was. Instead of being a powerful man with muscles ripping out of  his shirt and a well built body, he was frail and feeble and walked around with a stick to support him. But he loved making his son miss fun and only study. Once, for example, there was a great circus coming to Kolkata, the finest in all of India. Subhaldas was longing to go to it and watch the clown crack jokes and the monkey walk a tightrope. On the Big Day, the D-Day, when the circus came to town, Subhaldas was longing not to go to school. When Takatsingh saw his son lazily relaxing in bed he shouted "What are you doing!!!! You have school today!! Get up you lazy boy otherwise I will hit you with the bamboo stick!!" Subhaldas replied " Oh Father, Oh great ruler of the house, I have a toothache and cannot go to school." Takatsingh understood that this was one of his son's mischevious tricks and said "Oh, ok so if you can't go to school then you can't go to the fair ok. And maybe your friend Prahlad can have all the toffees and chocolates  I bought you." Subhaldas was in shock and said "OK, OK I am going to school." But Takatsingh was delighted by seeing the horror on his son's face. He slammed the door and locked it up so that his son could not come up. Subhaldas was very sad. He cursed and cursed his father under his father and wondered how wonderful it would be if he became his father. At the same time, Takatsingh was wishing he could go back to his childhood as he thought that his mother and father had pampered him to much and he would study very hard. Now at that time the Lady of Wishes was passing Takatsingh's house. She told both of them that their wishes would be granted and the next morning son would be father and father would be son. On the next morning, Takatsingh and Subhaldas were equally delighted. They had both switched their bodies successfully!! Subhaldas wanted to eat sweets immediately so he shouted at a servant to get him a rupee's worth of chocolates from the market. He sucked them through his toothless gums. He then went to play with his friends but they ran away at the very sight of him. Subhaldas then remembered that he was his father and his friends were very scared of his father. Takatsingh also was suffering miserably. Now that he was a child again, he had no wish to study and only wanted to play. But Subhaldas was not going to let his father play. It was revenge time for him and made his father go according to his word- to study day and night. In the day he made him do math sums on his slate. In the evening he made him recite poems from Kalidasa's Ramayana. Subhaldas was also getting many complaints from his teacher about his young father. Once, for example in class Takatsingh had said in class to his teacher "Give me the Hookah, I'd like to smoke."
His Father would also get sick many times and Subhaldas would stuff him with unnecessary medicines. Subhaldas was also in a bad mood. When he was a child, he imagined that if he was his father he would dive into lakes and climb up trees but he couldn't do that. When he jumped in the lake he felt very cold and came back home with a cold and if he tried to climb trees he would fall down on every try. Both Father and Son were getting tired of this and prayed to the Lady of Wishes to make them there original selfs again. The Lady of Wishes heard their desperate calls and granted their wishes again. In the morning, father and son were back in their original bodies. They were overjoyed and danced around, making an oath that they would never be mean to each other again.

The End

I hope you like this!!