Ronit Banerjee, Class X B
The moment Johnson stepped down from the train, he was greeted at the platform by the people of his small town. They had gathered there with garlands and a band to celebrate a victory.
Was it the victory of the town, or of Johnson? Nobody knows. As the people only thought of the memories which had brought them there to witness this.
Six months ago, Johnson had arrived in Lindenburgh with his unusual sky-blue hat and a briefcase filled with humble beginnings. With that hat, he looked like an aristocrat, difference being just one – he mimicked one. You see, Lindenburgh was facing atrocities of aristocrats with contacts in the House of the Lords in London.
Johnson took up the initiative to satire and parody the aristocrats for the poor people there to give them the confidence, to not be idle to injustice even if it comes from people with hats!
‘Who knew humour could do so well!’ that’s what people asked, standing at the station, holding the newspaper with the headline ‘Lindenburgh Unites, the Aristocratic Fright!’
As Johnson stepped down, the band saluted. His parodies had splashed cold water over stereotypes and ignited logic. As he saw a heavy-set man in burgundy attire enter the train, he asked, ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Away. It’s not safe here.’ replied the aristocrat.
