As I was walking towards my seat this morning, I came across a very weird sight.Snowy was sitting upside down on Ajay’s desk. Irritated, I asked Ajay why Snowy was being punished. His answer? Neha was irritating him and what better way to get back at her than torturing poor innocent Snowy?I couldn’t bear it and snatched Snowy away and saved him from his plight.
That got me thinking…why do guys love torturing soft toys? What is about the soft, cuddly big-eyed sweethearts that brings out the devil in these guys?
I first came across this gory side when I took Cheeku with me to work. Cheeku was a happy rabbit, always smiling, always ready for a hug. My best friend Roy who was the most well behaved guy you could meet suddenly went through a transformation, the minute he set eyes on Cheeku. From a caring chivalrous guy, he turned into a monster whose only purpose in life was to torture poor Cheeku. I spent my days saving him from the paper pins and the soft board maker stains. No wonder, my managers used to wonder why my productivity had suddenly dropped.
One day, I reached work to find Cheeku dangling down the desk with the telephone cord wrapped around his neck. He even left behind a suicide note stating that he couldn’t take the torture anymore and was taking his own life. The fact that Cheeku’s handwriting matched Roy’s seemed mighty suspicious to me but I was too busy mourning to care.
After Cheeku’s untimely demise, I dedicated my life to the cause of down trodden, depressed soft toys. Infact whenever my friends see any soft toy in distress, I am the first person they call… I have kinda become the Soft toy rescuer.
I have saved Meenakshi’s Browny from becoming a football in the training room. I have rescued Natty’s Crunchy from the soft board marker vandals and have prevented Froggy’s eyes from being used as marbles when the guys found out that they were 2 marble short in their game of Kuncheys.
But, I consider Chintu’s rescue as the high point of my career.
Chintu, a cute blue frody (he is a cross between a frog and a teddy) was the apple of Monica’s eyes. He occupied a place of pride on her desk for several months. But all good things come to an end. Billoo entered Monica’s life and Chintu was quicky forgotten.
He was used by the boys to play football when bored or simply punched and tortured.
Once, I caught Yash using him to polish his shoes (yeah thatz how low these guys can stoop to) and I decided to rescue him.
He is yucky from all the torture he had to go through….and yet he is the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes on. From being stamped…to being tossed around to being used to wipe away spilled tea…he has seen it all. But today as he sits quitely at my desk..staring at me with those beady eyes..he knows he is in safe hands.
PS: If anyone knows any softtoy in the dire need of being rescued please give me a call on 0808 TEDDY RESCUER and I shall be there.