'coz It's 14th Feb!

Grinning like clowns

Hurried steps

Got prepped up

'Coz its 14th Feb

Practising my reaction

When he would propose

Should faint in his arms

I suppose

New dress new shoes

New haircut

He has to go down on knees

No if no but

Wind played havoc

On the way to college

Messed up hair

Irrevocable damage

Detangling the nest

I entered the college gate

Why only he had to see

The entry I made?!

Ran into the class

Missed the entrance

Headlight on forehead

Some blacked out seconds

Running in maize fields

Holding hands with him

During the class lecture

Was caught hallucinating

Was asked some questions

Answers unknown

Holding ears was my verdict

Saw him enjoying

Impatient recess

Just when he turned around

I took a cat walk step

Fell on the ground

Then I knew

I was useless

Hopes shattered

With a drumbeat playback

Everyone around

Was doubling up

But he came

And picked me up

"I am a stupid moron"

Said teary-eyed

"Well, that is what

The most I like"

With a red rose

He confessed his love

I glowed up

Like an electric bulb

Broke into Happy Dance

He did propose

An accidental punch

Fell on his nose!

image taken from here

How To Calm Down When You Are Angry....

.....without harming anyone but yourself

1. Bite your pillow. Break your teeth. Scream into it. Let the monster whale inside you be set free.

2. Glare at random people. Try your best to scare the hell out of them.

3. Punch the walls. Break those knuckles. Soon your anger will be overcome by pain.

4. Play dead!

5. Try attempting a headstand or a cartwheel irrespective of the place you are at- in your office, in a conference, in a lift or in a local train.

6. Sing at the top of your lungs- "AuNty POLice buLa LeGi! AunTY poLIce Bula leGI! AUnty pOliCE BuLa LEgi! fir bhi PARTY YUHI CHAALEGI!!"

Wait! I think that may hurt others.

7. Spray that pepper spray into your own eyes. Don't have one? Beg. Borrow. Steal.

8. Order your Pokemon characters to attack on people around you.

9. My personal favorite- Dance like you have lost it. C'mon let's break the earth into pieces!

10. In case you are enraged beyond limits, shoot an "AVADA KEDAVRA" on the culprit and be done with him/her forever!

Forgetting Birthdays

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Forgetting birthdays can be an interesting adventure. More interesting when it's an important person whose birthday slipped your mind, like your very own personal sister. And most interesting when it's the birthday of one and only you yourself. Yes, I have been through that historic day years ago.

If you forget to wish me, I may pretend to be sad because such is the ritual, but personally I will appreciate you for the initiative on your part. I am more than ready to return the favour to anyone, effortlessly. Sadly enough, the general tendency is entirely opposite to this. Waiting till midnight to wish your friends is now an unquestionable trend. Not that I am against it. I myself do it whenever I luckily remember the important dates. Neither I have anything against those selfless people who take the pains to remember things for someone else's happiness. Kudos to them!
But somewhere in the chaos are some underdeveloped brains with the smallest memory, who don't understand and feel lost all the time. The concept of midnight wishes seems to be a dreaded nightmare to them unless they are at the receiving end of wishes. The constant fear of having missed wishing someone haunts them. Okay, I went too far with that.

Coming to the point, my sister is a gift of God. My sister is the best person in the world. My sister is most beautiful. My sister was born on the most important day, fabulous month, amazing season and the prettiest year! I hope that would be enough to compensate for committing the blunder of forgetting that she was indeed born. For months I kept asking her what she wants for a gift. I think I did not promise anything, which means God is not going to punish me if today I stand in front of her, empty handed with a sheepish grin on my face.

What has happened has happened. To mend things up I tried to get some sort of a surprise gift for her. But it was too late to go somewhere as it must have taken 5-6 hours to go, search, shop and come back home, given the remote place I live in. So I searched some limited shops nearby but could not decide on anything and ended up calling her to know if she wants a watch as a surprise gift.

"No."
"But you have recently lost yours."
"Yeah but no."
"Okay then paint brushes? Though they don't look impressive to me."
"Then don't buy them."
"Then what?"
"Nothing."

Call it good or bad, my family is made up of least demanding people put together. Also least enthusiastic about birthdays, anniversaries etc. I don't know how strange it may sound but at my home cutting a cake is not mandatory to celebrate a birthday. Actually celebrating itself is not mandatory.

So I came back home with ice-creams, the only thing she always wants.(Psst! I have ordered a cake too which will be delivered by the evening.)

"Okay, so what is to be written on the cake?" The girl taking the order asked me.
"Happy Birthday Mikki."
"M.I.C.K.E.Y Mickey?"
I heard her giggling.
"No. M.I.K.K.I Mikki."
"Alright, you will get the cake by 8 pm."

PS: I am heartily thankful to my Didi who called today and I happened to listen her wishing Mikki. Otherwise I am very much sure I would have never known.

I Love My Country?

A land where religions unite

Farms ploughed with compassion and might

In hearts goodwill and love reside

Soldiers put up the bravest fight

Monuments wither yet more they shine

Buried heroes are in hearts alive

History speaks of passion sublime

Souls have utmost faith in the divine

In mortal form Gods arise,

whenever grows evil and crime

Progressing, though taking its time

To be a part of this soil is our pride

Women abused burnt raped

Infants abandoned in slouching shades

Poverty lying in every space

Hunger compels to beg and slay

Children work in hazardous place

Floods and droughts compete and play

Inhuman stories to listen everyday

Rapists worshiped, blindly prayed

Illegal fortunes revealed in raids

For a seat false promises made

Rights demanded duties fade

Flickering pride blown out by shame

Neither Love Nor Hate

My heartless soul, staring your tears

Washing away hopes, strengthening your fears

If it's comfort you want, don't look at me with pleas

I can pretend so well, that I can't hear

and I am yet to decide to be

....Calm or Fierce....

Don't look at me with those expecting eyes

In between still lies a thousand denies

Later blame me and regret, if you hear my reply

Spare my honesty and better keep quite

am yet to decide, to

....Laugh or Cry....

Slap me and go away

For a change don't beg today

Its too late, you don't have a say

For once and for all, every night and every day

The change in me is imprinted, with it I

....Flourish and Decay....

I have already 'listened' and 'seen'

All your apt reasons and desperate means

Its time you listen and see

It's not working as I am no more ME

My soul is wrecked

....neither Trapped nor Free....

Heart beats out of duty

Desires and feelings are scanty

However hard you may try to hit me

I am a stone carved out empty

Your tears mean nothing, be it

....One or Many....

None is your mistake as none was mine

I have suffered so now its your time

I know it's not fair, but its alright

'I don't care' is

....neither the Truth nor Lie....

I could have cared for you, saved you, kept you all mine

In my arms could have wrapped you, made you feel divine

But I will do none, to not let you know, I

....neither Live nor Die....

.....................................

Watching you go away, if never better late

 As I did my best to irritate and frustrate

....my Plan your Fate....

Already feeling alone, you're just a few steps away

Sorrow seeping in slowly, still loud I say

....my Pleasure your Pain....

Cousins and The Rabbit

The thing I liked most in Dehradun was Lucky, my distant cousin brother( read psycho). Me and my father stayed at my Chachaji's(Uncle's) house there for three days. Chachaji being posted to some other place, only my Chahiji(Aunty), my cousin sister Anjali and Lucky were at home. I don't want to go into the reasons for going to Dehradun and coming back as a failure, so I stick to the fun part.

'Not having a real brother is not that bad.' This is the falsest thing I have told myself. Not having a real brother is a real, real, bad, worse and worst thing. Lucky made me realize what I am missing all this time. I don't know how he and Anjali grew up so fast. I was expecting to meet some kids, as they were the last time I saw them. Now Anjali seemed a solemn 11th class student. She went to school, she went for coaching, came home, studied, had dinner and slept. And Ripley's Believe It Or Not, she wakes up at 4 am to study again. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would say "C'mon, the head you see on me has a brain too. 4 am is not even a real time."

"The Full Utilization Of Those Three Days Award' goes to Lucky. He is in 10th class and I saw him studying for not more than 10 minutes(adding all the tit-bit seconds when he held a book in his hands). He has two bags full of cards- Pokemon, Ben10, WWE and everything. I beat him easily because when you are playing a guessing game with a boy, winning is pretty easy. They are overconfident and don't think twice before announcing a rank of 25(I had rank 1 in that case...hah!!). Then he asked me too many puzzles and I answered all of them. He thinks I am a genius but he does not know that all those puzzles were already asked to me by the same source(my another Chachaji). After all I too was his age 6 years ago. We passed hours insulting each other. He made fun of Anjali, who never replied. So i made fun of him. Then he made fun of me and I made more fun of him. And just before going to bed we fell prey to hysterical laughing sessions.

Don't 'awww' on the innocent face. It has got daggers for teeth.

Not to forget their pet rabbit. God! It was so cute......only on the outside. He bit me twice(just because I was trying to snatch away his food?!) and it pained a lot. There must be a game called 'Angry Rabbits'. At least it would be more realistic. :@

I Remember You Little

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As far as I remember, you were innocent

I told you, no?

Many times I guess

Until I said you only used to be so

As far as I remember, you were childish

Stubborn and demanding things such

I surrendered to forced compromises

Until I said this is too much

As far as I remember, you were honest

Confessed to not repeat at any stake

I believed because you kept promises

Until you committed another mistake

As far as I remember, you were caring

My shade my support

And when I was in trouble

You shouted, scolded and left me alone

As far as I remember, you were strong

So I depended like bleak

Did what you decided

Until I took a stand that made you weak

As far as I remember, you were good

You were not wrong, 'we' were

Its hard to recollect 'why?'

So I think not much of you I remember.

How To Make Pulaav Like Me.

1. Ask your mother how much rice to take and then take whatever amount you want to.

2. Ask your mother the amount of water to add and then accidentally pour a lot more than that.

3. Boil the rice and then forget about it for some time.

4. Take a pan and pour 20 liters of oil in it. Not really okay? Only you should get to feel that you have poured a troublesome quantity of it.

5. Fry chopped onions in the oil. Then fry chopped beans and potato. Add spices of all colours- yellow, red, white, whatever. More or less doesn't matter.

6. Realize that you have fried things too much and they are about to catch fire.

7. Run and ask your mom "Everything has burnt. Should I add the rice now?"

8. Quickly add boiled rice into the black stuff.

9. Mix the mess. If it feels as if you are mixing glue, you know you have done it right.

10. Hide in some corner. Wait for people to taste the Pulaav and be surprised to listen that it was tasty.

*yaay* Hard work always pays!! Phew!

PS: I wish I had taken a snap of it. :(

Awarded

I thank Khushboo for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Even though I am happy and excited, I am in no mood to write everything from scratch when I can copy paste the 'paki-pakai khichdi' :P So I copy the following content from Khusboo's blog as it is.

Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It’s appreciation from fellow bloggers and your chance to introduce yourself to other awesome bloggers.

If you receive this award, you are expected to:

1. Post 11 facts about yourself

2. Answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you
3. Tag 11 more Bloggers (with no more than 200 followers; no tagging back) and make 11 questions for them
4. Tell the people you tagged that you did.

I have posted not 11 but 20 facts about me in the last two posts.

Questions from Khushboo:

The craziest dream you ever had?
I don't remember my dreams unless they are creepy, like people whom I love the most have died at least once in my dreams. The scariest one- I was about to get married.

How many gol gappas can you eat at a time?
Could never test the limits. The most I have eaten were 12 and I stopped because everyone(including the gol gappa wale bhaiya) was laughing at me as I was jumping continuously and pouring tears at the speed of light.

Your favourite toy as a kid?
A green zebra which rolled on its legs when one of the legs was pulled and left.

A superpower you wished you had?
To erase every trace of memory from everybody's brain the instant I embarrass myself with yet another stupid mistake.

The funniest prank you have ever played?
Thinking and choosing one will take a few hours.

Which one do you prefer:

-Riding a roller coaster or reading your favourite book?

The question is not fair. So, reading my favorite book while riding on a roller coaster.

-Walnuts, cashewnuts, almonds or pistachios?

Almonds.

-Swimming in the pool or relaxing in a bath tub?

To learn swimming and then swim in the pool.

-What would you name your pet monkey?

Dog. I want a pet dog.

-Salsa or Bhangra?

Bhangra, because it is closer to my favorite dance form- Baarat Dance.

What inspires you to write?

I don't know, really. But I am happy when I write. So I write.

I nominate(as many as I know):

http://whatsgoingonindia.blogspot.in

http://obscurewrits.blogspot.in

http://aparnagautamwrites.blogspot.in

http://fancyawakenings.blogspot.in

http://panktimehta.blogspot.in
http://livinginthehimalayas.blogspot.in
http://vaistorm.blogspot.in
http://saketkblog.blogspot.in
http://agarwalharsh.com

My questions to the nominees:

1. What is the worst punishment you got in school?

2. Why is your best friend your best friend?

3. Do you believe in ghosts?

4. What do you like the most about yourself?

5. How happy are you today?

6. What is the best thing you have written so far?

On the scale of 1(worst) to 10(best):

7. your personality

8. your city

9. the last journey you had

10. your driving skills

11. the condition of your room

Things I Don't Like

1. People saying "aur batao" on phone. It makes me forget everything, including my name.

2. Infinity.

3. People who stare and stare and stare. They leave me no doubts that I was dropped by a UFO.

4. My ankles. They make cracking sounds when I am tip-toeing.

5. Winged insects. You can never predict where they will be the very next second.

6. Hot summers and chilled winters. I am cold-blooded. I melt and freeze with the temperatures.

7. Sleeping. I have had enough of it. Enough for the next 999 years.

8. My study table.

9. Cleaning my study table.

10. Chewing food. I want to become a snake when I grow up.

Things I Like

1. Soaps. I not only like them, I am obsessed with them. Those bubbly soapy creamy foamy bubbles......!

No, I don't eat soaps.

2. Power cut.

3. Advertisements on TV. I stop at channels where ads are playing.

4. Scaring babies when their parents are looking away.

5. Animals. All of them. I would not mind becoming a tiger's meal.

6. Boys with spiked hair.

7. Swimming. I don't know how to swim.

8. The number '8'.

9. Punching bags. Its amazing how they don't move an inch however hard I may punch.

10. The girl who stands against me in the mirror.

This Diwali

This Diwali

I will smile at my Rangoli

every time we meet

Will mean it from the heart

when anyone I greet

This Diwali

I will put logic to rest

and keep the doors ajar

Wait for the arrival of Goddess

Revive Diyas every hour

This Diwali

when the calm will be disturbed

and air will suffocate

One place I keep serene

and call Nature at my place

This Diwali

when everyone will sleep

I will trace the patterns of lights

Standing in my yard, still clean

feel proud that I was wise.......

......this Diwali.......

I am developing magical powers.

1. Lately, I am magically waking up before 9 am.
2. I can talk to anything. I do talk to anything.
3. I hear my name when no one says it.
4. My mere presence scares away the squirrels.
5. Whatever unfortunate things I say, occur.
6. When I am asleep, I feel myself- stand, walk and drink water, when I actually don't move an inch.
7. I make important things disappear when I keep them safe at some place. Neither the place nor the thing is found ever again.
8. I somehow disguise myself accidentally as I look different each day.
9. I have got superpowers to tolerate extreme degree boredom torture.
10. I can resurrect, for every time I had a laughing fit, I died.

Confession of a lazy soul.

Caution: Highly Exaggerated Content!


I am so fed up with myself. My laziness weighs 38 tonnes. Still without any mercy I am supposed to stand up and do something. The world should rather leave me alone and let me be proud of my laziness.

Why do I have to eat everyday? This is a clear conspiracy against me. With stomach so small I cannot eat like a whale. If I get a chance to redesign human bodies, I will make 4 stomachs by doing away with liver, pancreas and intestine. Also lungs and heart if the need arises. Then everyone will eat once on the International eating day and enjoy the rest of the year.

The second biggest life threatening issue - Sleeping. I sleep one night and wake up the next year. Before I wake up I switch on my computer. In morning I sometimes find my arms paralyzed(I always wonder how only my shoulders get crushed during the night). So I think I do not sleep, I faint.

By the time I am done with dragging myself out of the bed, it is already too late for breakfast. I have my breakfast when my sister has her lunch. Despite all, I do eat. Although at odd times and in hugely varying quantities. Then why is it so difficult to gain weight? I even followed the 'banana-with-milk' schedule for a week at a stretch, but weighing machines have a problem with me. It would be wonderful to become an extra Kg heavy by breathing in more air, as I breathe 1025 times in a minute(the norm is 12-18).

Now I am myopic when already nothing was going right. That too when I take great care of my eyes, except for staring at the computer screen for hours, reading novels without ever blinking while lying on my bed, texting on cellphone at nights until I blackout, writing while keeping the notebook at a full distance of 2 centimeters......you got it.

People with similar problems should feel free to contact.....a psychologist. I have bigger problems to deal with, like for example my Mom doesn't let me go near a snake(whenever one is seen around my house) to take a snap. As if snakes bite!

Alone There

Where clocks keep ticking

but time refuses to move on

Where unbreakable silence dominates

and kills voices brutally

Where air freezes still

heavy upon the lungs

I live there

Where life is buried

Where vision is blurring fast

erasing reasons for something I no more remember

Where movement is condemned

statues are ordered to smile

Where feelings sink in the swamp

struggling till the end

I wait there

Where hope is forbidden

Where tears are burned alive

and spreads a drought within

Where directions are mirage

disappear before being seen

Where pity is insatiable

and wrecks everything to quench its thirst

I am injured there

Where cuts deepen as they heal

(turns out to be quite negative...but reached the last line within less than 5 minutes, before I could realize what I was writing. So in a way the poem wrote itself :P...i am innocent :D. Sharing anyway!)

I am a Star

I rub my eyes as a feeble ray of darkness fell upon me. Dusk is closing in. It  is time to wake up and soon I will have to start twinkling for the whole night. As usual people are going home from offices and children are playing in parks.

I search for that particular boy on the roof of his house. Since a week I have been watching him come to the roof every evening. He sits there for a long while. Often he sighs and looks at the sky as if to search for some strength in the vastness. And I always wait for those moments when he would look up so that I can see his face. Its pretty boring to look at heads full of hair all the time. I want to see faces...different features...different emotions on them. Seldom does that happen.

Although this boy's face makes me feel sad for him. His eyes narrate a miserable tale, an unspoken wish. He is young, in his twenties, and is in a way handsome. So far I have never seen him smile and everyday I wish that I would, for he must be having a beautiful smile. Everyday the desire to see him happy grows in me. But everyday he looks a little more tired of something, maybe tired of himself for wanting a wish to come true. Whatever it is, I know he deserves what he wants. But I also know that people there on surface do not always get what they deserve. There is injustice and suffering imposed on innocent people.

He looks up. I gather my attention and as soon as I look at his face my heart breaks a little. His lips are trembling and he is blinking furiously to shove back the tears. Despite his efforts a diamond escapes from the corner of his eye.

No don't, you are a strong boy! I want to say.

He is looking at me, filled with disappointment....
"Please....." A whisper escapes his mouth.

Suddenly I know what is to be done. I crash open my heart and with this I start falling down. All my light escaping fast.

For the last time I look at the boy and to my amazement, see magic on that same face. His eyes closed, hands clasped in wonder, lips making a silent wish, which now no force can stop from coming true. And then came the smile....more beautiful than what I had imagined....brighter than a thousand starts put together.

"Thanks bro, for making my wish come true. Keep smiling." Is all I manage before dissolving in the night sky.

Strength It Took To Wait

The time has come

The time for judgement

She has been waiting for so long

now it comes to an end

The war is done away with

its all the over the news

Country is rejoicing

forgetting sanguinary truths

But her heart knows no joy

Coz in war she might have lost

the owner of her soul

Her husband she loves the most

Since months the only contact

she has with him

is in lone hours of night

they meet in her dreams

She gazes how he fights

shouts with all might

Her heart beats heavily

a bullet may hit him anytime

It can snatch away her world

in matter of a moment

All the reasons for her to live

in a moment it can omit

She struggles to breathe

Sleep breaks fear lingers

Spends the night sitting intact

fidgeting with her fingers

In TV they announce name of martyrs

The heroes of the act

She switches it off

afraid that his name could be next

Rather chooses to wait

Cooks his favorite dish

Sings a happy song

'yes, he will arrive in all bliss'

Fear & hope & dread & belief

her thoughts so conflicting

play without mercy

she is tired of predicting

A thunder blasts in her heart

The doorbell has wrung

Stupefied, unmoved, undecided

Towards or away she should run?

Is it her man her life

who stands beyond the door?

Or is it the story of his bravery to be narrated

by heads without caps and bowed?

Gathers herself to open her fate

One last time prays to God

'Whatever awaits,

make me stand strong.'

One moment of her hand

and the two sides are face to face

She gasps out in a whisper

and her strength gives away

Her eyes meet his

She feels earth spin

Lets loose her tears

which for long she was fighting

Her legs now could not hold her

they did not even need to

Now he will be her strength

Whom she can fall into

Tears part from her eyes

His bag slips from his shoulder

He moves towards her goddess

longing arms stretched for her

He hugs her so tight

as tight as he can

She hugs him tighter

he feels her hitching against his chest

And the moment made up

for the friends he has lost

for the hours he couldn't sleep

for the scourge of the war

At last he understands

that her love was his shield

when he fought alive

in the battlefield.

Come, Lets Live

Come, Lets Go

where waters ripple quietly

drown our anxiety

The moments of silence

stretch as our eyes meet

holding seconds in a trance

drop our gaze lightly

Come, Lets See

the stand-still horizon

and sun there sojourn

A hand holds another

as it touches the earth

Acceptance scatters in souls together

Coloring sky leaves nothing forlorn

Come, Lets Hear

winds sweeping the clouds

over the auburn background

A thunder precedes

drops rushing down

Planting laughter on lips

Spreading freedom all around

Come, Lets walk

Let the shower be our shelter

Your face utmost splendor

You glow I astound

I love you, I falter

Hues deepen around

You love me, you answer