Wishing You a Very Happy 2013
It is December 29. At 8 pm we receive a hand written note; an invitation, actually. The invitation is for a New Year Party and the party is being arranged by the four elder Lilliputians: Maheen, Saif, Zainab, Apple.
There’s one invite for every adult and every invite bears the invitee’s name and sketch. I, for one, feel special.
Though not really a party person, I know I want to attend this one.
The fact that my study was ransacked, my reams of paper ravaged, and my pens robbed to design the invites, is, of course, another matter.
The invite is for 10:30 pm. And from 8pm to 10 pm a strange calm descends on the Land of Lilliputians.
While we try to make the most of this unexpected peace, one room alone bears the brunt of loud noises and crazy thumping of the feet. It’s the room where the party will be hosted. The room is turned upside down to create the party mood. Rehearsals of dance and singing sessions are undertaken. And menu is planned.
At ten, the doors of the party room are opened wide. One Lilliputian after the other starts running wildly from one room to another, hollering ‘the party is about to start.’
And there is more to these calls. The recently- turned- commercial Lilliputians have decided to make this party another commercial venture. We are told there are entrance tickets. Of 20 rupees each.
We pay the entrance fee, and are allowed to enter the party zone.
Along with the meticulous entrance fee collection mechanism, the party place is also well organized. There are happy New Year banners on the doors. There’s a music system. There are peanuts and cake rusk.
And there are curtains billowed beyond their capacity; they have been morphed into backstage.
The party begins.
Maheen emerges forth from the billowed backstage. There’s a welcome address that actually tells us how lucky we are to be attending such a great party.
The next move is really impressive.
After the welcome address, Maheen goes inside the backstage and a moment later the four Lilliputians materialize as a train that is chanting ‘Happy New Year.’
There’s amazing coordination as they jump, turn around, and stand there with their backs toward us. Each back has a word pasted on it: Happy- NEW- Year- 2013. Amazing, amazing.
We clap like mad. Amid rounds of applause, we are treated to many dance and song numbers. Well-rehearsed. Well choreographed. Well coordinated.
There’s one Lilliputian who dances without having rehearsed a single move. And she is perfect: almost-two- year old Raina.
Now they join the others and dance with such verve, velocity and valour that can only happen under the influence of fever-lowering syrups. And that can only happen with children because for them fever is just an episode among many exciting episodes, not to be taken too seriously.
We are asked to stand up as the party ends with the singing of the national anthem.
Mobby stands in the front row. And he is wearing a serious/solemn expression.
Perhaps the beginning of a new year does require a moment of serious introspection.
The Best New Year Party Ever. Well worth the expensive entrance tickets.