He has six eyes. He has three mouths. He shouts, he cries, he screams, and he kicks. The name of this six-eyed and three-mouthed demon is Cooky and he can make a sudden appearance whenever Omar can’t have his way.
How do I know about all this? Well, being nosy helps but so does unveiling your own demon. See.
“Yesterday, it wasn’t really you. Who was he?” I ask Omar and allude to one of his recent tantrums.
Omar gives me a quizzing, and not so friendly, look.
“You were shouting and fighting. Seems like you have a personal demon that arrived and took over. What’s his name?”
Omar is now eyeing me menacingly. I add, “Just like me. I too have a personal demon. I call her Demoniya”
“You do? She has a funny name” Omar laughs.
“What do you call yours?” I ask.
He thinks for a while and comes up with, “Cooky. I call him Cooky.”
We start discussing our respective demons; we want to know what they look like, when they come, when and how do they go away. Making portraits of our demons seems like a good idea and we sit down with a box of crayons and some paper.
“Cooky comes when I am angry, so then I shout, scream, and fight. He goes away when he becomes tired of crying or fighting,” Omar tells me about ‘Cooky’ as he draws ‘his’ six eyes and three fire spouting mouths.
“Why does your Demoniya come?” he now asks.
“There is no particular reason. She is a sad demon. She cries and sits in a glass-house?” I say as I try to draw ‘Demoniya.’
“What’s a glass house?”
“When you are sitting in a glass house, you can see people but you can’t hear them. Likewise people can see you but they can’t hear you.”
Omar gives me an uncomprehending look and decides to ignore the glasshouse bit.
“She is so funny. Why can’t she fight like ‘Cooky’ does? Anyway, when does she go away?” he now asks.
“She goes away whenever she wants to. But eating hot cereal helps. Sometimes coffee also makes her go away.” I tell him and realize that ‘Demoniya’ is socially impaired.
Omar, however, thinks ‘Demoniya’ is not very impressive. The demon that sits in a glass house, craves hot cereal and black coffee can’t really be as majestic as Omar’s fire spouting ‘Cooky.’
But we now know about Demoniya and Cooky. And this feels good.
You can’t get to know someone without befriending his/her demons. I mean, not really.