Saturday, January 23, 2010

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:

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*

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.


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


.....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!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

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*/