My life is so busy there’s so much of work so much to do so much to say where to go and where to stay.
Reminds me of what happened yesterday because of a stupid man who pricked my nose the other day, he pricked the nerve to my brain and I started feeling dizzy in just a second. I felt giddy thinking I would puke but hey…
I saw two men whom I didn’t know holding mi from both sides a female coming to the shop and asking “ chakkar aa gaya kya?” then I understood that I fell flat on the ground unconscious and the guys in shop picked me up; I sweated like crazy the glass table where I put my head down was dripping. Quite embarrassing. I don’t remember how I fell or when I got up the only thing that I remember is the world of my dreams where I traveled to for a few seconds of my life I was so happy that I didn’t want to get to know everything again.
Irony of life naa I have never felt so bad coming back to the real world.
Probably it was just a way of telling mi that a nose piercing is not good enough or I have to leave it to get more important things in my life. And as we always say “jo hua accha hi hua”
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
just like that
We the children of the higher middle class strata of the society live, according to me; an easy childhood. We had an access to almost everything in this world be it videogames, toys, dolls, clothes and books we could get everything that we needed infact a little more. We mean me and my younger sister both of us with a difference of almost 5 years were growing in our own ways.
As my sister entered school she made quite a few friends good and bad; rich and poor. She began used to the school and her new friends. Time passed by and her bonds with her friends grew stronger.
On the other hand I was growing with my group of friends and my surroundings. I was a teenager now. My life had a new spark with new beginnings. It had brought more meaning to my life and changed me a lot. My bonds with my sister were growing stronger day by day. We started fighting more often because of the differences. She was a little curious soul who wanted to keep track of everything the world was a new place for her. She had just come out of the “mama” mode and began noticing stuff. During this time she realized that she had everything that she needed but not everything that she asked for. She was growing up now and we had to tell her the importance of money. Make her understand that even we had certain limits in spite of being affluent.
Her best friend belongs to an extremely wealthy family and therefore she always had the latest gadgets in hand, would keep on going for parties, have new cars and relish her life as much as possible; to the extent of watching the same movies over and over again in the theatre and going to expensive cafés for time pass.
One day my curious sister asked my dad can we go for krishh once again in the theatre and dad replied that if you did not understand the movie in one go only then should you go for a movie again. She was a little sad then, but it was okay.
Her friend’s father owns a big factory in another town which was far from our home town. Her father was out of town for work for 15 days a month and she was so used to the fact that she never even thought about complaining.
One day my sister cried a lot for some doll very soon after she got one. She would be around seven years at that time, high time she gets to start learning the rules. We tried explaining her lot but she wouldn’t listen so much so because the best friend had everything that she wanted.
My father said, “what do you want the doll or your father?” she got really scared as to what it was but he asked her again; she innocently said” you, papa”. Then my father explained to her that her best friend has all the possible luxuries in the world at the cost of being with her father. Both of us were moved a lot.
It has almost been nine years now and my sister; even I for that matter would never insist my father for something materialistic. We learnt a big lesson for our lives and papa I will never be able to forget this.
As my sister entered school she made quite a few friends good and bad; rich and poor. She began used to the school and her new friends. Time passed by and her bonds with her friends grew stronger.
On the other hand I was growing with my group of friends and my surroundings. I was a teenager now. My life had a new spark with new beginnings. It had brought more meaning to my life and changed me a lot. My bonds with my sister were growing stronger day by day. We started fighting more often because of the differences. She was a little curious soul who wanted to keep track of everything the world was a new place for her. She had just come out of the “mama” mode and began noticing stuff. During this time she realized that she had everything that she needed but not everything that she asked for. She was growing up now and we had to tell her the importance of money. Make her understand that even we had certain limits in spite of being affluent.
Her best friend belongs to an extremely wealthy family and therefore she always had the latest gadgets in hand, would keep on going for parties, have new cars and relish her life as much as possible; to the extent of watching the same movies over and over again in the theatre and going to expensive cafés for time pass.
One day my curious sister asked my dad can we go for krishh once again in the theatre and dad replied that if you did not understand the movie in one go only then should you go for a movie again. She was a little sad then, but it was okay.
Her friend’s father owns a big factory in another town which was far from our home town. Her father was out of town for work for 15 days a month and she was so used to the fact that she never even thought about complaining.
One day my sister cried a lot for some doll very soon after she got one. She would be around seven years at that time, high time she gets to start learning the rules. We tried explaining her lot but she wouldn’t listen so much so because the best friend had everything that she wanted.
My father said, “what do you want the doll or your father?” she got really scared as to what it was but he asked her again; she innocently said” you, papa”. Then my father explained to her that her best friend has all the possible luxuries in the world at the cost of being with her father. Both of us were moved a lot.
It has almost been nine years now and my sister; even I for that matter would never insist my father for something materialistic. We learnt a big lesson for our lives and papa I will never be able to forget this.
Dance of love
The music was playing slow
They just stood
In front of each other like this for the first time
Looking into each others eyes
Drinking the wine of their love
She was waiting for him to start
She lent her hand to him
He touched her tenderly with so much care that she might break
She made him hold her waist
With a gesture so strong
He told her he wasn’t good at it
She was shy
She told him to look into her eyes
This was the easiest thing to do
She told him to give himself to her
N shell take care of everything
Everyone was looking at them
Waiting for the bride and the groom to start
He gave her a silent kiss
She blushed and made the first move
She kept track of the rhythm and beats
He kept flaunting her to everybody
Her sari flowed, he tucked it right
They swayed with the music
Lost the track of it all
It was just the two of them
And their small little world
It was with the loud sounds of claps that they stopped
Her eyes shone with pride
The longest dream had come true
They didn’t say a word
Gave each other a glance
She held his hand secretly tight
He kissed her hand
She went away…
She went away to not to show
To wait till he comes to the room.
7th aug,09
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