Travails of being unwillingly spoilt (child)

PROLOGUE: I love my parents, no I really do and after I'm done with this post you"ll probably want them more than that DVD/Farmville you are thinking about right now.
Yes, both my folks are quite adorable *yawwwnn* , take good care of themselves *hooaayaawn* and me. They probably couldn't get any better zzzzz.......
Alas! the twain was not set to match.Sometimes I wonder if I should've been born in some other century and galti se koi mismatch ho gaya. And you must be thinking "look at the spoilt stinky brat". But ye hai mere parents ki kahani (starring your very own)
So here's how it goes:

SCENE I:
Two children are quietly, diligently studying in their room.Isn't this like every pitaji ka bachpan ka dream?
Father is seen pacing outside the room waiting for the 'dua or dawa' scene. He frantically looks inside the study-room.

Daughter (me) :(strictness personified) Dad WHAT ARE YOU DOING????
Dad : hheheeh, oh you poor kids,studying for so long. rest a little.
Daughter:It's only been 5 hours, what do you want????
Dad: errr.. I was wondering if I could play a little...
Daughter: We have our XYZ tests and you want to play your songs now???won't do certainly won't do. Go Dad watch TV.

Meanwhile Son has finished another chapter,daughter goes back to studying albeit feeling a lil guilty.

Daughter: OK OK Dad, you can play now!!! *rolls eyes* (under breath) papa bhi naa!


SCENE II : Its a Mall *yay :D* You see a mom-daughter duo having a fight.

Mom: Shut Up! Just Shut Up Don't talk like a boka(budhu)
Daughter: arree maa, that shop is giving 20%discount. isn't that kifayti???
Mom: I hate it how when you use such foul language in front of us!
Daughter: What foul language haiinn? kifayti and tikauu ar bad words now?
Mom: Yes why are you worrying about money when we are there??
Daughter: (to herself) *coz its mine too*: Oh MOM, I'm talking about fayda only naa
Mom: There she goes again with that trashy bhasha. chi!
Daughter: Don't be such a Mamta B. now.
Mom: I'd rather the one with the K . Just Buy the jeans and do the calculations later.


SCENE III: Its the much abhorred boyfriend-discussion day.

Me: Moooom!!! Don't be senti about it now.
Mom: Shut Up.Did I even ASK? why give clarifications
Me: oh,err.. okk well you know normal parents are a lil concerned about these mamlas
Mom: *raising her eyebrow* SO?
Me: heheh that means you have no problem?
Mom: about what? NO.
Me: hehhee ok then :D :D
Mom: And girly?
Me: *waiting in anticipation* yes?
Mom: You're losing touch :P :D make it better next time. itne easily mujhe gussa nahi ayega :D *hahhahahhah*
Me: awwww MOOOMMMMM, suspense me meri death hi ho gayi thi. kyaaa yaaar!!! tennu kuch farak hi nahi painda :(
Mom: Naaahh i was just wondering which crazy guy would love you hhahaa
Me: awww mooomm self confidence ki band baja ditta!!!!!!!

*scene ends with both rolling with laughter*


SCENE IV: NEW YEAR'S PARTY
Parents: Yayyyy chalo chalo dress up lets go the partyyyyy
Daughter: Ooofff not again :( :(
Parents: arre chalo chalo masti hogaaa
Daughter: But I don't know anyone :(
Dad: Always remember there's something out there.

AT THE PARTY
Me : wooooohooooo wow this is fun, hey you all I didn't you were in town :D :D

Parents (looking on) : See once she comes she enjoys :)
Mom: Yeah shell se nikalna hi only problem hai.
Dad:Yeah, she's having fun hey :)
Mom: Now that the children are busy, you think we can...?
Dad: hop on the spaceship and lets go tooooo MARS :D


*CREDITS SONG*

.....I would fly to the moon and back if you'll be...
If you'll be my baby
I've got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby?......







ps : I had thought of making this post really sarcastic and witty but alas its turned into some bheegi hui matchis jaisa post :(. And maybe the last bit should've been edited!

Untitled – Why should all poems be titled?? This poem does not conform to usual standards…!!

Time stops as I stand still,
The world moves around, untouched unharmed.
As If it were always meant to be that way
Things fall into pattern
Everything becomes same
Only, I'm too unobservant.

Lost in thoughts, in dreams
My eyes glaze over
Not taking anything in yet I know there's something there

I mix gold with red to see the effect
It's like painting the sun, only its a reflection in the sea.
I paint the ripples too
My words sound all wrong
They are correct but not right

I twitch a little, nothing changes
Not much unless you count the small moments
which pass by, unless you count the raindrops
ever so effervescent, not much unless you count that fellow blinking away

That feeling takes over, The one where you can see everything clearly
You know that now its so near
So near your reach. it's just beyond that corner
Yet something stops you
What is it? After all this time , it's right there
Reach out, reach out,reach out

It fades away
Blinded by the light, you search for it
It's gone but you don't want to let it go
I don't like this light, its taking the darkness
My darkness away from me.

I want it back
But the light refuses like some insolent child
I wanna slap it hard
but instead it wakes me up

From a slumber
Was there something just there?
The sun shines through,
This time its in the sky
What was that then?
Its still beyond reach

It will come back
Of that I'm sure
Enveloped in darkness it repeats itself.





/*Tagged by Sree*/

A New Blogroll and ..

Its been a while since I wrote and here are a few questions which contain their answers in them. See if you can find 'em.

1. Why don't we smile at people we know albeit maybe just by name?

2. I like only chocolate and coffee and no other flavor. Then why are there varied flavors.?

3. I like many pirated-copied songs, is it because they sound apna-sa?

4. Why are we so different when at home and so different when out, is it the dresses, the back-pack, the pen or simply ourselves?

5.Life goes on without stopping, halting , you might stop-and-wait but why doesn't it?

6.why is it that sleep reckons the most the night before exams and I wake up at 5 on a holiday?

7.Why did we go for that movie with our best, knowing very well that its about some cheap and her not-so-macho dude?

8. Iis time really timeless?

9. However pessimistic, practical,non-believer we might be why do we still hope for a miracle?

10. Which is the best place to holiday ? to snuggle under your blanket or something which inspires this :-
"The Pleasant Sun, the soothing wind, the relieved mind, n the company of closest friends! Loving Every Moment."


And if you've got the answers, then here is an answer the question of which need not be asked
" there's one good thing about coming here, we found good friends" .

I finally have a blogroll , do go through them(and don't expect back a comment). Each is different from the other and I like all of 'em
for none is similar to each other or any other.

way back into love

"I've been living with a shadow overhead
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
I've been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case I ever need em again someday
I've been setting aside time
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind"

There are things that bring peace to our hearts to our souls,
When things are in turbulence, and everything seems so objective
these are things which remain the same and bring calm

like your mom asking if you've had your medicines,
when your friend asks you if you're fine
when you know you don't have to fear em
that you can be who you are
you can laugh out loud , be stupid
without worrying


"

I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs
I know that it's out there
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere

I've been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me through the night"

"

then there are songs, some lovely ones

which you feel like, the moment you here em

this one is one such

so simple yet so beautiful

no pretenses , no fancies

it's just a song

no burst of enthusiasm, no bubbling effervescence ,

just so calming that you feel nice

reminding that everything is normal

you were the hyper one ;)

"I'm hoping you'll show me what to do
And if you help me to start again
You know that I'll be there for you in the end"

like a kid

Staring at the blank screen
I don't know what to write about
I cant call it a writer's block
coz i don't fashion myself as a writer
I just dropped by to see what others do
Its no news that all I do is copy you

Munching chips,have expressed here
More than what I probably ever have

Visited a few old profiles,
All of them have changed so much
So much hep ,so much cool ,
The Best thing is that they don't even realize that

Made a few friends here
Only outlet is this W185q


I feel more like myself now
and not like living someone else's life
I know what is meant to be

I hate bella and her twilight
read the first page and could guess the story
there's not much to it
i wonder why do people feel thats love
Its like stephanie is the C.B of foreign land.

A twig broke down
it went down down and down
It hit the ground
just like prem did
the fall was hard
but it grew
it grew nice and leafy
it grew more beautiful than what it was
coz sometimes its better to get rid of what was pulling you down.

here again

Okay okay so obviously the one month break thing ain't working. Especially since its award-time. This one's for honesty (:)) by Sree. ab mujhe to ye milna hi tha thanx to thy pseudonym . So let’s just talk about the giver here.
Sree manages to look different in all his pics like some agent, he writes pgp (pretty good poems), and is a deewana of pink and is (hu)man enough to say so :). He most probably has also had a crush on most of his young neighbors (though that’s only a fig. of imagination), basically banda normal (read normal) hai. Thank you.

The rules are:“When accepting this mahan award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the banda/bandi who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!”

Naah you don’t need to scroll down now, I hereby enlist them (jiska naam pehle hai wo sabse zyada honest hoga, aisa kuch nahi hai):-
1) James: He doesn’t write much about himself, rarely writes anything. But jab likhta hai to honesty chalakti hai .
2) Abhishek Khanna : one of the first blogs that I started reading. Jo bhi kaho , if anyone can admit to watching “Blue” film and also that he gave critical comments about it to aaj tak , to bande me honesty is like Elesh ke zuban pe English .
3) Peter: No reason needed. Cynically honest.
4) Whoever writes The Times Of Bullshit
5) Madsy : ye sweet che ,saru che . and akshara wale serial ke language me “ chokho hai” :P :P . I hate a faker girl. And thank god madsy is 1000 miles away from that.
6) Vanilla sky: Unexplainably honest (I know she’ll feel shy or like kicking me)
7) Tyro: Happy (be)elated birthday. Wishing you the second time this year.


10 honest things about me: Read the blog people!

HALCYON

The similarity between first and fourth year is that everything seems new. The first year seems new coz obviously everything IS so new while the fourth year feels new coz by then everything else has changed.

nahi , this is not another nostalgia filled post though I could apply for a p.h.d in that . This is one buddhi nani's kahani about the naya generation.It was yesterday only,that we spotted 3 chicks(mind you I am against the usage of *chick*) sporting denim skirts , yes the types which end way above one's knees. Now I do not belong to the *bandh-for-voting* party but hamare zamane me ye
to nahi hua karta tha .

question 1: ladki????
question 2: ladki in skirt ?????
question 3: NA ( because ladki-in-skirt was as rare a breed as the dodo was right 2 days before its extinction)

Hamare zamane me to people used to get committed and put that up in their orkut profile , but aaj kal use terms like "complicated","open relationship", " i-have-a-partner" , "I-have-bf/gf-but-still-looking" and "i'm looking at your gf".

Even those fachhas who used to be shirt-pant types have done it. galat mat samjho , i meant daaru shaaru.

Facchas have exclusive membership to the new lounges , while we of course had to make do with the chai ki dukaan .
Fachhas have their own gaddi and apni to chuggi hi sahi .

Fachhis are size zero and we thank god are not . ;)


But ek cheez hai achhi fachhon me , *respect for seniors* . seriously i was so impressed when one of them called me a
2nd yearee.

I hope that when hamare facche reach our advanced age unhe bhi yahi feeling aaye, coz what is umr if not for the young ones.

As insipid and repetetive this post might sound , the sole reason is to teach you about a new word i learnt :
halcyon(adj.)= peaceful and happy. eg. : the halcyon days of ones happiness.

Ending this post on a more abrupt note than the previous one .
Thankee , be back after a month . have fun :)