Seamus stuck to his tasks. Of copywriting and theater. October would see Seamus act in a play, originally scripted in the 1950s. Oh, we’re in October. And the play is scheduled for this evening.
“16 hours it takes to make permanent dreadlocks. Now there is no time. So I’ll be getting temporary dreadlocks. With wax. I grew my hair long only because I wanted to get dreadlocks. Now though, there is no time.”
Seamus never missed a rehearsal through all of these half a dozen months. In fact, a volume of these rehearsals were scheduled post 22:00 hours. And continue till the wee hours of the morning. Any sense? Come morning, Seamus would be in front of his computer, at work, coming up with lines to help sell bikes.
“Seamus is going to break the record. All records will be broken. Sanath Jayasuriya. Who is Sanath Jayasuriya?”
“Seamus!”
“Today, Seamus is Sanath Jayasuriya.”
Almost every person that is going to be present at the auditorium this evening is either a member of Seamus’s family, or extended family, or family of extended family, or friend, women he’s had sex with and well-wishers. All are called. All are chosen. All will turn up to cheer their lad on stage. After all, Seamus is going to go down in history this evening. He makes his debut as an actor, the only fellow from his neck of the woods to make it big since Raj Kapoor. And Seamus shall emerge bigger than the Kapoor.
By the end of this evening, Seamus shall emerge celebrity. Women will kill for a piece of him. Guys’ll flock him asking, “Which shampoo?” I predict that between tomorrow, the 3rd of October 2009 and the 1st January 2010, Seamus’ll have had seven times the sex he’s had in all his years of existence.
May the exuberance of youth shower upon him. And the Indian cricket team.
FIN
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