she wore a baby pink dress and a tiara to go with it.
she was probably two or one and a half.
i couldn't stop looking at her.
She was there on the dance floor. She wasn't dancing.just moving with the music. Twisting in half circles,rocking to and fro where she stood, clapping her two little hands.
And i realized, with all the things that are so inconvenient,irritating and crappy about kids...there are these moments...moments that are so big that they make the disgusting stuff so small..her parents were probably having one of those moments...as for me i just couldn't stop looking at her and smiling like an idiot...and when i finally looked elsewhere it was all a blur and wetness at the corners of my eyes...and a voice in my head said,"seriously??",and before i could stop another one said right away, "yes,someday...if i am that blessed,yes."
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
i was in love with someone like you...not you.
i took some fragments of my imagination and took some pieces of you...i lived in that picture...i knew that it wasn't real...and one day i realized how much little that picture was made from you....and so i let you know...and so i let you go.
yes,I'm sorry.
yes.I'm still in love with that person.
yes,he's not you.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Play
And some days I create my problems just so that you can solve them for me
To see that worried look on your face, the concern for me
To hear you lecture me about things which are good and bad for me
To watch you get so frustrated over girl problems which you try so hard to understand
To puzzle you and then give you a hint so that you can come up with the solutions
To see the heroism in you, to see you want to fight my battles for me or want to stay close behind when I fight them myself.
I know it’s naughty and so wicked,
But it amuses me and amazes me,
Toying with you, my sport for life.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
A Susu Story
Just as the landscape began to get boring I realized a hot feeling in my gut. Unfortunately it wasn’t love... I needed to pee. On a bus that wasn’t going to stop in about next 3 hrs...how I was going to hold up, I wondered.
To calm my worries and doubts came flooding the memories of group elocution practices in school which had taught me more than recitation of poems…bladder control. The key was to focus on something else so intensely that you forgot how badly you needed to pee. The obvious distraction I chose for myself was music. I put on my headphones and tuned to radio stations of the city on my cell phone (iv always been a Radiohead)..after listening and switching between three stations on the radio for about 30 minutes I had discovered some things I had never thought of before, if you want to pee desperately but can’t then…1)Do not listen to very slow music 2)do not listen to songs which have lyrics about the rain or to music resembling the sound of dripping water 3)dance numbers are best(as one can imagine themselves to dance in their mind thus helping the situation)
Things were just seeming to get better when a glorious orange sun set in the sky leaving the air cold and foggy. As the temperature dropped I felt the situation get worse in my bladder. The damn Charles’s law was ruling me ‘temperature is inversely proportional to pressure’, I recalled. Thankfully the bus started going a little faster (may be the driver needed to pee too). I truly empathized with my friend Guri who had left the exam hall earlier in one semester exam than the finish time as she needed to go to the restroom, that day I had laughed today I guess the Gods were mocking me. Later Ma called me to ask me if I had reached, I talked to her for a minute thanking her for the distraction and telling her how badly I wanted to jump out of the window of the bus and pee, she laughed and that made me laugh and believe me you shouldn’t laugh if you’re trying to hold up, so I said bye and I quickly hung up. I started to concentrate outside the window, started to focus and read every sign board I saw until I came across a patch of newly finished buildings with to let sign boards which my mind read as toilet and reminding me how desperately I needed to go to the bathroom.
half an hour still to go the worst happened the lady sitting next to me started drinking water ,God knows how badly I wished I was one of those cute babies in the ads wearing a super absorbent huggies diaper… but none the less I did survive it and in the end come out dry only with a mild pain in my stomach.
I reached home and after letting myself in..i headed to the most fantastic place to me at that time…the bathroom and I swear to you to…to pee, had never been…so divine.
To calm my worries and doubts came flooding the memories of group elocution practices in school which had taught me more than recitation of poems…bladder control. The key was to focus on something else so intensely that you forgot how badly you needed to pee. The obvious distraction I chose for myself was music. I put on my headphones and tuned to radio stations of the city on my cell phone (iv always been a Radiohead)..after listening and switching between three stations on the radio for about 30 minutes I had discovered some things I had never thought of before, if you want to pee desperately but can’t then…1)Do not listen to very slow music 2)do not listen to songs which have lyrics about the rain or to music resembling the sound of dripping water 3)dance numbers are best(as one can imagine themselves to dance in their mind thus helping the situation)
Things were just seeming to get better when a glorious orange sun set in the sky leaving the air cold and foggy. As the temperature dropped I felt the situation get worse in my bladder. The damn Charles’s law was ruling me ‘temperature is inversely proportional to pressure’, I recalled. Thankfully the bus started going a little faster (may be the driver needed to pee too). I truly empathized with my friend Guri who had left the exam hall earlier in one semester exam than the finish time as she needed to go to the restroom, that day I had laughed today I guess the Gods were mocking me. Later Ma called me to ask me if I had reached, I talked to her for a minute thanking her for the distraction and telling her how badly I wanted to jump out of the window of the bus and pee, she laughed and that made me laugh and believe me you shouldn’t laugh if you’re trying to hold up, so I said bye and I quickly hung up. I started to concentrate outside the window, started to focus and read every sign board I saw until I came across a patch of newly finished buildings with to let sign boards which my mind read as toilet and reminding me how desperately I needed to go to the bathroom.
half an hour still to go the worst happened the lady sitting next to me started drinking water ,God knows how badly I wished I was one of those cute babies in the ads wearing a super absorbent huggies diaper… but none the less I did survive it and in the end come out dry only with a mild pain in my stomach.
I reached home and after letting myself in..i headed to the most fantastic place to me at that time…the bathroom and I swear to you to…to pee, had never been…so divine.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
a letter to my school teacher
Dear Mam,
So many times I have wanted to call you, last teacher’s day I did try but I wasn’t lucky and the line was busy.
I thought of emailing you but my heart doesn’t feel it’s the best way…so here I am doing it the best way I know…because it has to be the best way for you, Mam.
Where am I writing to you from…its some engineering college, somewhere in Punjab…I'm in 3rd yr of my four year B.tech degree program, I’m doing okay.
It’s funny how even after years of being out of school I still have something like a school time bio clock running within me...subconsciously…in March I still get the feeling of something new beginning…in May I find myself happy for no reason sometimes humming hymns about Mother Mary(just the first stanzas with words forgotten but the tunes still intact )…in June I thank the Gods for my now Half yearly free birthdays(24th June)…and boy o boy then comes July…the time when I feel the bio-clock the most…I find myself craving for poetry…most of it now comes from the music I listen to now(I find myself unusually digging deep into meanings which sometimes I'm pretty sure even the writer must have not have given thought into while writing the song),I read blogs which have poetry, go surfing on the net for anything that satisfies this craving...
Then comes the autumn...the happiest season…the season of the annual concerts…I'm sharp, I'm funny, I’m active ….also I'm reading some good books, watching some good movies…
Somewhere in the middle of it comes 5th September…teachers day… the day’s a joke in my college(nothing but an excuse to bunk lectures)…but somewhere in between the cynicism…I still find myself remembering you…
I had been gobbling up things till you made me taste them …you made me taste so many things in life.
You made me taste literature, poetry…things I still get really bad cravings for.… even though I'm in a totally technical field now…
You made me taste elocution and other forms of public speaking….dramatics…and most importantly enjoy the taste of it…like it…love it.
I guess its not just literature, public speaking, dramatics after all….somehow it all becomes a part of inspiration…inspiration that drives people in their lives…makes them believe and hope.
Apart from what you taught me, You inspired me, you believed in me, you encouraged me…I did things which I was not even aware I was capable of doing… you taught me to always to hold my head high…whether I walked up on the stage to deliver a speech or… I walked in life.
I remember your angelic voice…it still reads the most beautiful things to me sometimes…
November sets in,14th is not our day anymore…we’re not children anymore, we’re students…just students(or to-be engineers if u please)...I’ll remember the T.H children days how funny the performances were and laugh to myself(my friends will think I'm going a little insane but who cares)…then its time to shut up and concentrate on studies…December brings more of studying…January is a relief and happy holidaying…February is nice but mostly a wait for March.
I sometimes wonder why am I still in ways so stuck in the past. Why doesn’t this bio-clock go away? It scares me to think I'm still subconsciously living my school life…but then I calm down…I know I'm living in the present…life wouldn’t be so real if I wasn’t.
The bio clock doesn’t go away because it is so deeply embedded in my soul by the pure happiness and sheer joy of the experience of my school life. The bio clock is an impact so strong that it runs through me even today...This impact is so strong because of you and some other very special people in my life…and I feel so lucky to have you all in my life…so blessed…so thankful.
Thank you mam…thank you so very much.
p.s:. Sincere apologies for my degraded writing skills…I know this letter sounds like a culinary discussion somewhere in the middle (guess I was a little hungry when I wrote it ;-p) but I really hope that this disillusioned piece of writing gets across my message that.. In some college, somewhere...for somebody…some things will never change…I absolutely remember you.
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