Cheeniya And His Alter Ego

(She takes a piece of paper and draws the picture of her alter ego)

Alt-Ira: Is that my nose?
Ira: Yes, your nose.
Alt-Ira: Now I understand why Cheeniya's nose in the cartoon turned out to be so different. Why don't you stick only to your nonsensical writing and not foray into sketching.
Ira: I like sketching.
Alt-Ira: You mean nonsensical sketching.
Ira: Whatever!
Alt-Ira: What are those tubes coming of my head? Is that hair by any chance?
Ira: Yes, yes, long lush hair!
Alt-Ira: Bejesus! God save Cheeniya. What is that drooping appendage?
Ira: Hand!
Alt-Ira: That limp catkins is a hand? Why is my rear protruding so as if I have silicon implants.
Ira: I am generous with curves.
Alt-Ira: I see that.
Ira: What color should I paint you?
Alt-Ira: Any color that slightly subdues that fantastical facscmile.

 

Here I find people discussing about their alter ego and one is trying to sketch her alter ego.

I am left in the darkness without knowing anything about my alter ego.

I am urgently in need of an hypnotist to find out what my alter ego says about me.
PS

 

Dear Mr Cheeniya,
It is not possible for anyone to be perfect without committing any mistake. At least unknowingly I could have committed some mistakes.
PS

 

Alt-Ira: Are you done with my picture?
Ira: No, still thinking whether I should give you long hair or short bristles.
Alt-Ira: Jeez! Make it bald. No hair is a compassionate fate than you giving me hair.
Ira: You will look marvellous once I am done with your neck.
Alt-Ira: You will give the long-necked ostriches fright with my neck that seems to have been put through the wringer.
Ira: Aah! Aren't those square eyes a beauty!
Alt-Ira: How did RK Laxman's common man inspire you to draw Cheeniya's portrait? As far as I know, none in his seven generations of forbears resembled that cartoonish man you drew.
Ira: I had only a minute to draw so I chose a common face which is the caricature of the common man. But I heard that Cheeniya has taken to it like Dorian Gray to his picture.
Alt-Ira: I heard a different story. I heard that he was inconsolable for two days after one look at your picture.
Ira: You should not say such things about my nonsensical drawings. He was so happy that he named this portrait "Funny Face".
Alt-Ira: You torture him with nonsensical writing and nonsensical portrait. Is there any sense, in any form, that you would like him to believe in occasionally.
Ira: Ooh! I can bake a cake for him.
Alt-Ira: Would that be as hard as a rock?
Ira: Don't worry. Cheeniya will love my cake. One bite and he will experience heaven.
Alt-Ira: You mean one bite and he will call ambulance?
Ira: Don't disturb me now. I should send him my lappety cake.
Alt-Ira: That does look very lappety and goopety. God save Cheeniya!

 

Alt-Ira: Did you finish my portrait? Cheeniya in his best nonsensical form is impatiently waiting for it.
Ira: Done, done!
Alt-Ira: What is that? I am singing to a comb?
Ira: That is your nonsensical best.
Alt-Ira: But I cannot sing.
Ira: Correction. I cannot sing. So you can do everything I cannot. After all, you are my alt-self.
Alt-Ira: Why singing?
Ira: Cheeniya is a classical singer. One of us should pretend to sing to fraternize with him.
Alt-Ira: Could you not have given me something but pyjamas?
Ira: Nah, jumping from sofa and singing is a class act in itself.
Alt-Ira: After the evolutionary cake, I don't think Cheeniya can handle more of your nonsense. This portrait takes the biscuit.
Ira: You want me to bake a biscuit for him after the cake. I can do that.
Alt-Ira: I don't know what can save Cheeniya anymore now.

 

Alt-Sri: What is your Ira doing now?
Alt-Ira: Brace yourself! She is attempting to sketch your Sri again.
Alt-Sri: Psh!
Alt-Ira: This time she promised a better picture, a five-minute picture.
Alt-Sri: Her one-minute was horrendous, would her five-minute be any better?
Alt-Ira: She mentioned, it is Sri at his Finest!
Alt-Sri: Oh Dear!
Alt-Ira: Here she is ready to unveil his portrait.
Alt-Sri: What is that?
Alt-Ira: Sri and his Wol.
Alt-Sri: Are they dancing?
Alt-Ira: Well, if the non-singing Ira can sing in her portrait then the non-dancing Sri can dance in his glorious portrait.
Alt-Sri: Don't portraits feature the front rather than the hind?
Alt-Ira: She reckons Sri's beard was too long to draw.
Alt-Sri: I better warn Cheeniya about another impending distress.