When Terror Struck

Not long ago, not far away was a place or rather a house in which 4 people lived. There was a peaceful silence surrounding the house. Not a thing in the house was out of place. Not a speck of dirt or dust could be found there. The people in the house went on with their day to day work in a very systematic way. They woke up early in the morning, cooked, ate and left on time to work. It was all so good to be true.

Then came a day when the ruling party changed. No there were no elections that took place. A dictator came and took the rule in her hands. Yes, “Her” she kind of just snatched the power off the hands of the present ruler. Not a single soul could raise their voice against her. She had her way of getting work done as per her whims and fancy.

The age old empire crumpled in front of the old rulers eyes and there was little he could do to stop the change in power. He could not be blamed, he was helpless. He was a ruler who would just give a stern look and the rest of the residents would meekly move to a corner and silently obey. But now the tables had turned.

The new ruler has been ruling for more than a year. It’s total chaos at any point of time in the house now. There are either loud wails or laughter to be heard. The rooms are all in a mess. At any said time of the day the rooms look like a violent storm had passed through it destructing everything in its way. The floor of every room had the ruler’s stuff strew around. And nobody is brave enough to clear the floor; else they would have to bear up with the violent reaction from her.

There was a time when the old ruler would think a million times before laughing or even smile at something. But with change in rule things have changed so much now that you could hear the loud laughter of the old king. He is found singing songs, telling stories, listening to hip hop numbers and at times becoming an elephant and carrying the new princess on his back. The old ruler’s wife can be seen running behind the princess waiting for orders and commands. The old ruler’s son can be seen dancing to the latest bolloywood numbers. His wife could be seen running around the house behind the princess trying to feed her or keep her clean by giving her a bath.

This is the condition of the house where a dictator called “Jelly” attacked. The Jelly rule seems to be increasing in leaps and bounds as each day passes by.