Disclaimer: No animals, birds, butterflies, angels or demons or humans were hurt while creating this piece. Any offence to any sentiments or value systems or highly developed outrage mechanisms is purely unintentional and definitely a sign of not having ‘woken’ up adequately.
This is a work of fiction…at least I hope so…
Location: Somewhere in an island city. Very specific home, which has french windows on both sides of the house, which opens to the east and the west. Balcony surrounding the house, filled with myriad often surprising plants. Minimal, in fact no furniture except for a very comfortable bed and a very solid work table which shows evidence of writing, painting and handicraft work. The house is perpetually filled with light, although in this particular moment it’s lit up by the light of a moody lantern and a few lamps here and there.
Silence abounds, except when it doesn’t. The preamble of the music leads to…
https://youtu.be/J123lM0RvzM?si=Cp59eMPI4gwsQDi5 (Heaven must be missing an angel by the Tavares)
Simmuli Melo: Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to present viewing of uncertain future. Angel is missing from heaven, she has landed on earth and now is going to do bhoot hoon main act for the behenji who lives in this house.
Annie: What nonsense, men. She’s not behenji. She’s my friend. And who are you? I am the angel for this job.
Simmuli Melo: You are angel, I am alive. Ha ha! I mean not alive, alive, but lively…no, not lively…live from backside of Mumbai…and I am a stuffed doggie.
Annie: I really have to read the fine print on my assignments. What they think, they can give me doggie partners or what?
Simmuli Melo: What doggie partner? I am not partner! I am full time emotional support device for young child, traumatised mental health issues wali mother and…any guest who needs entertainment in their household that only provides freshly cooked food at gunpoint.
Annie: No! That’s too harsh. Okay, so where is the the young child?
Simmuli Melo: She’s dancing queen.
https://youtu.be/l0MgG7-jWyc?si=jGEaLY0RDamyMxTx (dancing queen by Abba)
Annie: This is not dancing, men. This is English Kirtan.
Simmuli Melo: It’s power of the collective. Sing out of tune, sing the wrong line, maybe don’t even sing. But sing…so yes, I guess it is like aarti singing or hymn singing or bhajan kirtan. Oh God! My brain is having to work too much. I need to sit.
Simmul Melo flops down on the floor, since as mentioned before the house has no furniture. Angel Annie who is on a pale blue cloud snuggles in smugly. Simmuli Melo watcher her balefully and realises there’s no place for her on this version of cloud nine and picks up the conversational thread.
Simmuli Melo: So Annie, I knew mental mama when she was younger and fatter. How you know her?
Annie: I lived in the same building as her when she was younger and slimmer. I was old, back then. Well, a very bright old person, I think. But I was alone and we became friends. I liked her company and she liked mine.
Simmuli Melo: So, today program is Ghost of Christmas yet to come. You look young. You are not ghost, you are angel. Why are you here?
Mental Mama : (entering room with towel wrapped around her head) Because she is the only one I can think of when I think of my future. As an older lady.
Simmuli Melo (transfixed by the sight of Menntal Mama’s wrapped up head) : Okay. When do we get to unwrap you? Or the towel travels everywhere?
Annie: No, she’s probably taking one of her legendary head baths.
Simmuli Melo: Yes, I suppose there is more head than hair on it right now.
Mental Mama: Simmuli Melo, as always, your rudeness has transcended into stuffed toy heaven too, it seems. But as with a lot of people with no boundaries, you are partially right. My head doesn’t have much on it these days. What’s in it is hassling me more.
Simmuli Melo (speaking in what she mistakenly believes is a stage whisper): I could have sworn that even the inside of your head doesn’t have much in it…but who am I to say anything? Besides I have to try to be supportive, na?
Mental Mama: Oh there is plenty in my head! Some of which is stuff I am trying really hard to unload. Other stuff is very useful stuff, which I apply once in a while, more so now since I am all by myself and don’t encounter folks at every step who object to my thoughts, my application of my thoughts and my version of reality.
Annie: That’s pretty much why you’ve lived up to the title of mental mama in this piece…
Mental Mama: Yep.
Simmuli Melo: So, tell me, Mental Mama are you glad to see me?
Mental Mama: Yes. I remember the first time we met. You promptly declared yourself married to our stuffed tiger Sheru and put him through agonising despair.
Simmuli Melo: How sweet of you to remember! Sad he lost his insides in that washing machine you insisted on putting him in. Why did you do that, why?
Mental Mama: My sympathies, but I have to wash clothes, stuffed animals, and emotional support companions in a washing machine once every few years.
Annie: No, men. Just put dust cover on them. It’s okay. Why to wash?
Mental Mama: Dry clean?
Annie: Too expensive.
Simmuli Melo: And now, back to me again. So how did I help you to find your mental bliss, peace, solace?
Mental Mama: Well, you helped me by allowing me to say the rudest things ever, as said by you, (Simmuli says) and being snide, snarky and wickedly funny, while at the same time not saying them as myself.
Simmuli Melo: Ah like talking bear Ted?
Mental Mama: Yes, in a way. You were the voice the turmoil in my head chose to express itself. Annie, so who sent you? Don’t you have a message for me? And don’t you have to deliver it silently like the ghost who met Ebenezer Scrooge?
Annie: No, these days ghostly encounters have to have a lot of talking involved. You could misunderstand, re.
Mental Mama: Misunderstand what? You don’t look like Annie when I knew her, you’re much younger, but your voice and your value system is still the same.
Annie: No, no, it’s like that only now. No more silent ghosts. They have to talk, express themselves and convey the message to the person they visit. No grey area ,anymore… Keep it black or white…
https://youtu.be/F2AitTPI5U0?si=YyP28S2RhQ61-rBM
Simmuli Melo: Black or white? Now there’s black, white, brown, coffee milk, and honorary tiger too! People say they are LGBTQIA+…Black and white is basic!
Mental Mama: Probably, and a lot of us are going back to the basics by saying out loud who they are, what they believe in and not wanting to ‘integrate’ or be more palatable or acceptable. They can be themselves.
Annie: So you chose to be yourself too and have mental health issues now?
Mental Mama: I’ve always suspected I had them. It’s just that beginning the second innings makes it more difficult to lie. in fact you don’t need to lie about yourself and your place in the world anymore. No need to be a square peg in a round whole or marketable. There is only one option. Take a good hard look at oneself and start working on that raw material. By the time I kick the bucket, hopefully something good may come out of this particular life in this part of the multiverse.
Simmula Melo: Achha, what you are doing in another part of multiverse?
Mental Mama: I am driving a train across Saturn. I am growing potatoes on Neptune. I am…
Simmuli Melo: Bas! Whose idea is multiverse? Haan? Tell me now.
Annie: Yeah men, every film of Spiderman has multiverse only. And that Michelle Eoh…
Mental Mama: Yeoh.
Simmuli Melo: Yahoo!
Annie: Yes, that one only, men. So from where this multiverse thing came? https://youtu.be/Ugyrzr5Ds8o?si=9HwKaheKMBHKhbvz
Mental Mama: I think, this multiverse thing is within us, since we think of ourselves in terms of our own lives, what our lives were, how they could be and how they will be. Problem is, when you’re facing what will be as something that will soon be a present day reality there’s little wiggle room. Say if you have the chance to make something great in your life happen, all you have to do is overcome your own mental blocks, would you do that? And when you do that what will you do?
Annie: You breathe.
Simmuli Melo: (drawing deep noisy breath) Yes, good idea. Take past into present and let it become future. Keep breathing so future can be breathable present and turn into past. And then keep breathing even after that…
Mental Mama: Till you stop breathing? I watched my dog do that, a few months ago. All his life concentrated into the last few rattling breaths he took. I can say I have never felt so present in a moment and yet I wished I didn’t have to be there. I kept thinking his death would set me free, it didn’t. It left me with a lot of grief which came from pure love, and I could not push it away by saying that the object of my affection didn’t deserve it. If anything he deserved all the love in the world and I wish I were capable of giving it to him…
Simmuli Melo: Hello, hello! Welcome back to Simmuli Says, and I am your ghostly host with the most…viewers, influences, likes, shares, subscribers. This moment is a very emotional genuine pyaar se bhara moment and I invite you to share with me the sight of an unearthly angel Annie sitting on her rapidly melting cloud nine, trying to hug mental mama who is crying her eyes out and having a hot flush at the same time. So for all those who wish to remix this moment, mujhe tag karo phir jo kuchh karna hai karo!
Mental Mama (laughing through sweat and tears): You realise your insanity is very inspiring to me, don’t you?
Simmuli Melo: Why re? You’re perfeclty capable of having mental meltdown as we all know. I remember one part of your life when ‘bhenchod’ appeared in all your sentences like a comma or even a full stop.
Mental Mama: Yes, that was a very profane period of my life.
Simmuli Melo: You want 5 minutes of therapy for that?
Mental Mama: I believe it was part of my aggrieved entitlement. I felt I had been through so much in terms of bad childhood, I was assured of a great youth with fabulous success tagged on as a perk.
Annie: Nice idea, men. But you only get as much as you can handle, no?
Mental Mama: I believe that is correct.
Simmuli Melo: Just imagine, you got to handle me! Such a privilege.
Mental Mama: Actually all of it…right now I am only grateful.
Annie: Well, so my job is done.
Simmuli Melo: Job? All you did was sit on the cloud and comment once in a while. What you did?
Annie: Simmuli, ghosts of Christmas yet to come have been contract bound to keeping their pieholes shut most of the time. Just seeing them makes people nostalgic, and introspective. The idea is for them to engage themselves. Find out what’s wrong within and heal it.
Simmuli Melo: Arre…if you told me my pie hole would be filled I would have asked mental mama for pie. Can she give me some? Can you, mental mama?
Mental Mama: Sorry, I am sublimating my feeling through art and writing right now. I no longer eat them.
Simmuli Melo (thunderstruck that a new item has appeared on the menu): Eating feelings? Who does that? Why wasn’t I told it can be done? I have so many feelings! I want to eat them all! What I have been missing on…taste of life, taste of Simmuli Melo’s mind…
Annie: I think, readers should be warned that Simmuli Melo is building up to her own Youtube Channel called Simmuli Says.
Mental Mama: Oh God. No. God help those who actually start hailing her as a new age voice of reason.
Annie: Anything can happen, you know. But as she has said, keep breathing is always good advice. See you, mental mama.
Endpiece: The view from the sea shows mental mama in bed huddled under a couple of razais, Annie floating away on cloud nine and Simmuli Melo settling into her new ride, a rocket captained by Flash Gordon, her latest husband in a long line of significant others.
https://youtu.be/x0NVb25p1oU?si=vyryuSKFRSmYGx4U