“Who are you calling a Monkey? Your dad? “
“I called you the First Monkey, I thought I was flattering you
Google for the First Monkey Effect or ask your mentor
Rupert Sheldrake was living in your own city”
She cut me off !
I looked at the Mac, not wanting to face those fiery eyes.
It was stuck for the first time in its life dealing with the aftershocks of my fiddling with it to use the air drop to share something with Shastri. Wondering whether to go to him or not, I raised my head to stare into the same eyes that I wanted to avoid. Is this what they mean by manifesting ?
“Still stuck with your I/OS ? “
Not I/OS, my iphone six is fine
“I meant your Operating System not that of your phone. I was testing you on your very own O/S. It seems you dont understand both”
Peeved. I tried a prank. I must be becoming that what I thought my daughter was calling me.
Are you the First Monkey ?
The face lit up for the first time. I smiled at my own smartness, thanks to her
No that was a long long time ago, not any more. I watched his eyes. I could sense his going back reflecting.
You know the story ?
My smartness was not built to last. This time I played straight. I dont know Sir.
There was this Banana Island which the monkeys, the sole inhabitants of the Island, had declared the ‘Banana Republic’ far away from any other land mass where Bananas and Peanuts were available in plenty and the monkeys lived a happy life. There was also another nut with no name for it that the monkeys never ate. Mothers frowned at the little ones if they even dared to look at it. They could’nt use them like scarce pebbles on the beach to send them touch flying over the waves. Their folklore had it that long long ago, the mother judge of the tribe had hammered her little one to death for eating the nut with the very Hammer that she used to call the court to order.
Then it happened. One in a pair of twins, away from their mothers’ eyes did it again. It danced and jumped around with a wanton glee on its face. The other went rushing to pass on the news to the elders. The first one wanted to have more of the good thing. He rushed to the shore with a few more and sent them flying over the water. The last one that he had decided to eat fell into the water. He picked it up and ate it.
It was even sweeter, a double whammy, history went into the storybook
The noise from the on coming crowd could be heard in the distance. He thought of his next move.
The Potato chips came much later…
Next : Who owns your body ? What is your O/S ?