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*