The Year was 1983, probably on the cusp of Maggie 'Iron' Thatchers emergence and governance. Televisions were as heavy as baby elephants, and the cost of a loaf of bread must have been a tuppance or a thruppance or there is a possibilty it simply cost 3p. A boy was born and the birth was shrouded in mystery. The family left their native lands in the heart of the motherland. He was named Abdul Jobbar Sammad. His mother brought him up as the youngest of seven, so she was most likely tired, fed up yet still resilient and loving with approach to the task in hand. As Abdul grew up he realised he was different from everyone else because he looked different for a start, however he noticed his way of thinking was different, as if he was carrying copiuos amounts of knowledge and wisdom from the DNA and thoughts and experiences of his predecessors or ancestors as some would be likely to say. He tried his best to enquire but was faced with obsruction in the verbal sense. One day when Abdul was 7ish the family had gathered in their home with everyone getting ready for suppertime, When his father made an announcement, they were all going to Bengal to see his mother. Thats Abduls Grandmother in case your struggling to fathom who precisely we are taking about, Abdul affectionatly called her Bibi. After some grumbles and elation everyone was agreed it would be a fantastic oppurtunity to reconnect with our historic dwellings. Abdul was a happy boy even though he felt apart from all else within his immediate circle of family. He would often just listen or watch how the others in the family would think and make decisions, but he would not interject for fear of mockery coupled with contempt. After 1 week in Bengal all most all the family had fallen ill due the seering heat, food and most likely the water. Only Abduls Dad was fairing reasonabley and thus in attempting to prevent him from annoying everyone appeasingly advised him to get ready for a journey in order to complete an errand. Now anyone who has been to Bengal knows about the polarised distribution of wealth and power (so like everyone else's country i suppose), So for those who dont know when you step out of a vehicle be it day or night you are more than likely going to be mobbed by people who beg for survival or enterprise. This unwelcome occurence happend on all occasions without fail. During this simple errand during the mobbing event an old lady said "I wonder if you have all and more as your great grandfather had according to folklore". Abdul heard what she said and as intrigued as a young mongoose would be, he asked her to repeat what she said, to which she replied can you spare me some change and i pray to the Almighty for you. Now Abdul being only 8 years old by now, didnt understand the oracle like rhetoric so he chose not delve further and gave her a generous amount at the displeasure of his Father, who stated I might as well be wearing a tshirt saying I gotta money tree and under it is a pen for golden egg laying Great Swans.. ooh and im generally generous and happy to give from now on. On the way home to the rented holiday apartment we stopped at a snack shack and after consuming some parathas with curry and lentils.. we were all getting in the car to the approaching sound of thunderclaps and monsoon, when a suddent burst of light and and possible sonic boom incurred sound approached me what seemed like 1 or 2 miles away from where i was sitting at an elevation of 45°(degrees), the bolt of lightning seemed to stop 1 or 2 meteres before hitting my solar plexis or breast bone as some would refer to it. I was scared to the point of asking the almighty for mercy. My father ran over to me visibly concerned yet blazè enough not to increase my trepidation. I said im fine dad i uttered thankfully. By now 15 to 20 people had exited their dwellings to see who the boy was who appeared to narrowly survive a bolt from the heavans by the skin of his teeth, im sure thats enamel according to sensodyne adverts and the dentistry world as a whole. Abdul felt uneasy at prospect of explaining this should anyone start to negatively enquire shall we say. So he simply got up and reminded his Dad how alike it was to the national lottery advert with the big gloved hand i presume to be of a butler. To which he let out a little chuckle and big sigh of relief for not having to explain why i nearly succumbed to the big mans tazer.
When we arrived home it was almost 1am, went to sleep and didnt wake till 12.30ish i woke to realise i had been dreaming of myself commanding a small and frail boat in the middle of the ocean with a scepter made of gold and encrusted with bright and clear stones.. copyright protection5ＰＥＮＡＮＡdHgIDfO1kens220.127.116.11da2