In the absence of a strong leader, the members of the team C stopped swimming in unison and began drowning each other. The rival teams found it easy to take control of the lake. The ordinary lake dwellers, expecting better prospects, supported the rivals.
At this point, all the teams of the Grand Lake had forgotten their main obligation, which was to bring prosperity to the lake. Instead, the members of every team had been plundering the lake and stacking the riches in their palatial homes or various banks in the names of their family members.
The disintegrating team C wanted the young boy to lead them, but he was unacquainted with the waters. They persuaded the lady to lead them. She agreed because she was tired of being harassed by the rivals for some water gun deal finalized during her husband’s tenure. She began to swim, albeit only in the shallow waters and acquired the necessary skills. But the rival team objected on her becoming the queen, citing her foreign roots. Now everyone advised the son to learn swimming.
“Mommy, this water is dirty,” cried the boy.
Not only dirty, there were sharks, jellyfish, and all sorts of dangers lurking in the lake. The team provided him with an airtight, watertight wetsuit. Also at his disposal were trained swimmers to support him from left, right, and below, while he perfected the art of simulation on the top.
Even before the boy wetted his suit in the water, the team C projected him as the only hope for cleaning and enriching the Grand Lake. Soon he turned 40, but he was still considered a boy as most of the swimmers were nearing 100.
Making the inexperienced boy and his mom leaders and having a plastic mannequin as a king provided multiple power centers, which was a win-win situation because in case of non-governance, or mishandling a disaster a la gas tragedy, anti-Sikh riots, or nefarious dealings, there wouldn’t be anyone to hold accountable.
The boy began to enjoy his swim, but he was denied the basic necessity of a human being. He could not swim with his girlfriend. The swimmers of the Grand Lake had strange traditions. While rapists, murderers, and corrupt swimmers were hailed, those having loving relationship with women were looked down upon. The young men were not allowed to have girlfriends.
Some critics were disappointed that the boy was not swimming in deep waters, and that he was not instrumental in formulating and implementing policies for the progress of the lake. But why would he, when he was getting all the adulation, adoration, and admiration for mere simulation?
The members of the rival teams teased him for his dimples and his curly hair instead of questioning his swimming techniques or his take on any other drowning issue.
For all the perks that the family was enjoying, the lady from the faraway land and her two children were doing a commendable job of holding the team C together and keeping it in power. The team members did not have to swim deep or work hard to win the hearts of the people, who were easily charmed by the winsome looks of the family. And the swimmers in their team plundered the lake instead of working for its benefit, so that their several generations could live happily ever after.
Update: Recently, the boy performed some of his tricks for the members of CII. He charmed everyone by reciting, "Baa, Baa, Black Bees" and "Girish from Gorakhpur went to Mumbai." in his mellifluous voice.
Another quaint story from past: Deathly Adventures of Little Qaddu