Very few people have heard about grajons – very rarely have people seen them. So let me give you a tiny introduction to these fantastic creatures – grajons are highly intelligent mammals found almost anywhere. They have a very well developed physique – the male of the species can tackle a sumo wrestler calmly and win. A fully grown adult grajon can reach to 10 feet in height and around 90 – 100 kilos in weight. They are not local in habitat and are found all over the world. I can hear you saying – all over the world but why haven’t I seen them or heard about them? Well, the answer is because they are extremely shy and also because along with the normal abilities and senses of humans, they have an additional functionality of invisibility. They are mostly vegetarian in nature and subsist on a diet of a variety of plants that they cultivate and cook. Yes – I heard you – why don’t we see these exotic plants and how come we don’t see them being harvested? Well, the answer to that is we do but we don’t pay attention. While taking a road trip, we suddenly come across patches of green and colour and the only thought we give is how to get the best shot for a selfie. Well, for your kind information, you just saw a grajon farm.
So, now that we all know what a grajon is, I thought we should look at the story of a special grajon – we will call him Shirke because his grajon name in Grajonic is very complicated. Shirke was born to two normal grajon parents but was cuteness personified. He was pale lilac in colour with wonderfully developed limbs, perfect crescent shaped maroon eyes and a lustrous crop of silvery hair. He was welcomed into the grajon world by his extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents.
Shirke’s grandmother announced that because of his distinct colouring, he was special since most grajons were purple or blue in colour. Shirke immediately responded by wailing at the top of his voice – proving how strong a voice he had and how special he was.
Let us skip the infancy and toddlerhood of Shirke as something that was not too spectacular and meet him when he is 7 years old. Shirke lived with his parents in the Deep South of India. He clocked in at 4 feet 8 inches and 51 kilos. He spoke and understood his native Grajonic and the myriad other tongues he heard around him – Tamil, Hindi, Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam and English.
Shirke, like other Grajons his age, had to go to our equivalent of a school. Shirke’s school was housed deep down in the marsh. The educators were clever grajons who knew that kids loving water would not want to miss a day of school, this way. The way to reach the school was to dive right into the marsh and then follow the vocal instructions till you reached the gates, showed your palm to the guard there who checked you in. Right after the gates, hot air blowers took the chill off and you reached the huge building warm and happy.
It was a typical summer day and Shirke wanted to lie in but his parents would not allow him to play hooky. He was bundled up in his school uniform and sent out to school. He was quite resentful and definitely didn’t want to spend this glorious day in the stuffy school premises. He thought hard all the way to school and hit on the perfect idea.
After being sent into the school, he sneaked into the blower room with two gigantic bottles of jasmine spray. A quick background here – grajons hate the smell of jasmine. Shirke’s mother had bought these bottles from the supermarket many years ago since they were wrongly labelled myrrh and there was a ‘buy one, get one free’ offer. When she realised what the smell was, she dumped it in the attic where Shirke found it. He had been waiting for an opportunity to use it and today seemed like an excellent day for the same. He emptied the bottles into the drums containing the water that was converted to steam and quickly slipped out before getting caught.
Soon the entire campus started getting mildly scented with jasmine and the intensity was growing slowly but steadily. It was not even ten minutes into the first hour when the waves became really nauseous and the grajons – students and teachers – started being affected by it. The more delicate started throwing up and having headaches ranging from the mild to the severe. The stronger ones felt extreme discomfort. The management was at a loss to find out where from this smell was coming.
As a first precaution, they announced a holiday to give them time to call the disinfectant team to identify the source and clean up the school. Shirke’s delight knew no bounds and he skipped out of school, swam lazily through the marsh to eliminate the jasmine smell and reached home to while away the rest of the day in the backyard.
He had the whole day to prepare putting on an innocent face in the evening when his parents got in from work. Shirke had tasted his first victory and he was hyped up to see what else he could do. Stay tuned in to his further exploits.