Floyd got up one morning, determined to be somebody else. He had decided it was about time he put his present life in the wash and tried out something new, fresh and smelling good. So here he was, pretending to be a cheesecake, shaving off his beard and having a leisurely bath. He had decided on a new name - Anirudh, because he regretted the fact that he wasn't given a choice at his own naming ceremony. Funny, they had had a four-hour ceremony, complete with a celebration thrown in and yet not allowed him to have a say. He had bawled in protest, but that hadn't changed anything. So today, he finally did. It was decided that the phone was going to be off the hook, the boss was going to be forgotten, and the city was going to look different. He was determined to take a random bus with a strange number that went to parts of the city which had frighteningly exotic names. He was also determined to get along with life, though both considered the other extremely disagreeable.

He was allergic to fish, so he had it for breakfast. Then he walked out of the house in a kurta, floral pants and yellow socks. He greeted a bewildered neighbour casually and smiled when the watchman's eyes popped out. All was well. He went shopping for flowers- something he had never done before. Then he stopped a man on the street and sang him a song. The man looked puzzled at first but said he had a good voice, so Anirudh let him go. Then he distributed the flowers among some kids on the street. Next, he went to a music store and bought musicians he'd heard of, but not heard. He was going to play that music, dance to it like a mad man and then read Alice in Wonderland. Why that? Why not?!

Next on the agenda was bringing the stray kitten from the compound up to his apartment and chatting up his spider plant. That done, he visited the neighbourhood gossip and planted a malicious story about Floyd. He enjoyed the crazily contorted expressions on her face very much. When he got back home and painted a huge sunflower on his bedroom wall. After that he called his ex-wife and spoke to her like a changed man. Yes, he had changed into shorts by then. She laughed and said she'd always known deep down, that she had married a shrunken version of pants, equipped with elasticity. Anirudh was hysterical with laughter. Floyd, on the other hand didn't find it funny at all, but then he suddenly remembered that he didn't exist for the day. And what a relief it was! Anirudh though, liked his existence this way, Floyd preferred it extra sweet. And so they decided to exchange it for good. Floyd went back to his old one and Anirudh kept the new, which was functional on weekends. Both lived happily ever after.