Two years

Once I was seven years old,

A ball pen did I hold and

On a half-used notebook wrote a story

Once I was seven years old.

 

A lousy piece unfurled

Unhindered was my vigour,

Champak*-reading played its gimmicks

Wildlife was the winner,

A croc, a cat, a monkey

And I think it was a bear,

Of my creation I was proud

Showed it to family members

 

Once I was eleven years old

One of my stories got told it

Was printed in a children’s magazine

Once I was eleven years old.

 

‘Twas as if I’d struck gold

The milestone was a major,

My payment was a hundred rupees

But the feat was major.

 

Once I was a dozen years old I

Started writing my first book which

I thought about in class while studying geography,

Once I was a dozen years old.

 

It was my first long work,

It took me two whole years

Of course, first drafts are always shitty

I’ve got to make it better.

 

Once I was fourteen years old three

Months shy of fifteen I started

Charlie and the Cerebration Factory

Once I was fourteen years old.

 

It was a big blogosphere

I was putting my work out there,

Looking for people beyond my family

Who’d read my compositions,

It proved lucky for me,

Two months later I won a medal.

 

Soon I’ll be seventeen years old my

Factory’s two years old I

Hope I still behold it

Years later when I become an oldie

Now the Factory’s two whole years old.

 

*Champak is a popular Indian children’s magazine, which features stories with animal characters.

Friends, humans, aliens- it’s been two years. Two whole years since I started this blog which has too long a name and is always mispronounced as ‘Celebration’ by people who read its name for the first time. My blogversary was actually yesterday, but I wrote this today because- you guessed it- I couldn’t think of anything yesterday.

And for those of you who didn’t recognise the original song the above parody is based on- here you go. No offence, but I dunno what you’re doing if you haven’t listened to this at least once.

Oh, and we had cake-

-which gave an unintended cool abbreviation for Charlie and the Cerebration Factory, owing to its small size. C&C Fac- nice, isn’t it? Easier on the tongue too. Thank you, cake. (See, Goldy? I had a real cake this time).

So. That’s about it. Happy Birthday/Anniversary to C&C Fac. You can go back to studying, eating, pooping, fighting with your sibling or whatever it is you were doing before this.     Ze party’s over. *blows party horn and switches off the chandelier*