One day, four kindergarten mates – alpha, beta, gamma and theta, met at a bar. Alpha had become a famous doctor, beta a popular psychologist, gamma a wrestler, and theta an amateur writer / blogger, enjoying the desi life. The bar was celebrating Holi Week, and as they gulped down their half-off drinks one after another, the nursery colour rhymes came spilling down (Red Red, Susu in the bed… Yellow Yellow, Dirty fellow…). Many shots later, the four friends decided to put their own twist on those intently perceptive verses.
Alpha sang, with a whiskey in his hand…
Red Red, Capillary Bed.
Blue Blue, Tropical sprue.
Green Green, Sickly Spleen.
Yellow Yellow, Oncology Fellow.
Violet Violet, Pancreatic Islet.
Brown Brown, Molar Crown.
Black Black, Cul de sac.
White White, T Lymphocyte.
Orange Orange, Saintly Florence.
Pink Pink, Catch a wink.
Then came Beta, jo ‘kabhi nahi peeta’…
Red Red, No fear you dread.
Blue Blue, Let happiness brew.
Green Green, No words obscene.
Yellow Yellow, Calm and mellow.
Violet Violet, You’re a fighter pilot.
Brown Brown, Simmer down.
Black Black, Cut some slack.
White White, Look on the side bright.
Orange Orange, No abhorrence.
Pink Pink, I’m a great shrink.
Gamma the macho man, gruffly his rhyme began…
Red Red, Drop Dead.
Blue Blue, Screw you.
Green Green, Stick your head in a latrine.
Yellow Yellow, Crush you like a marshmallow.
Violet Violet, My punch drive is on auto pilot.
Brown Brown, Back down.
Black Black, Hand me your lunch pack.
White White, Get up and fight.
Orange Orange, Are those headphones foreign?
Pink Pink, You and your rhymes stink !
Theta came in the end, and from him these words stemmed…
Red Red, Amul butter aur bread.
Blue Blue, Har jagah tatti ki boo.
Green Green, Pan thookne mein vileen.
Yellow Yellow, Murga bane main aur mera classfellow.
Violet Violet, Sab ka sahara, Sulabh Toilet.
Brown Brown, Masala chai at sundown.
Black Black, Deewane over Salman ke six pack.
White White, Daru marathon on international flight.
Orange Orange, Jai Maharishi Torrent.
Pink Pink, Patiala peg meri drink.
Lamba chala us din, wo colours ka session,
Aur sab ne jamaya apne profession ka impression,
Rangon ki saji bahaar,
Amongst kuch baithe yaar,
Bharat ke ubharte sitar,
Riyaaz karte hue in that bar,
With yaadein, spirits, aur random vichaar.