" Wake up, you naughty girl. It is already six and you are still in bed!!! I am really fed up with you..."
This was Romi's mother shouting at her and this was how her day began every morning. Instead of a warm 'Good Morning', she was always greeted with hard, coaxing words from her parents. Lazily she would drag herself out of bed, finish her morning chores , and trudge all the way to school with a 'sack' of books, attending classes for seven hours with her concentration anywhere , but in those dull letters and numbers inside the text books and on blackboards. Like any rebellious teenager , Romi refused to do any household chores, which greatly upset her mother. This was a major cause of trouble. She would always lament over her luck for begetting a daughter who was apathetic and lackadaisical ( unlike Mrs. Sharma's daughter). To work the whole day without any help from her only child can be really upsetting!!
Romi's exam results had been apalling and at home she was being heaped with more and more scoldings, and accusations of ruining her perfectly brilliant ( as foreseen by her teachers and parents) future.(Incidentally Romi was a ninth grader). What could be more important than studies for a 14 year old!!! A very pertinent issue to make resolutions about. According to her parents, Romi had very little interest in academics and stayed miles away from it. She would rather use her time gainfully, reading story books, taking frequent naps, and of course, entertaining herself with the ubiquitous Television,a wondrous discovery of man ,whose charm was simply irresistable with "Superhit Muqabla", "Mirch Masala", Dekh Bhai Dekh" and so on. How could these boring grown ups call it the "idiot box"!!!
Romi's cousins added further to her woes. Being of the same age, they were brilliance, and goodness incarnates, besides being Einstein and Shakespeare rolled into one!
One can well imagine, what a formidable task it was for Romi to transform herself into a "good girl" as her elders wished her to be. She was fed up with the unsolicited sermons, pontifications and sighs of her parents and being a subject matter of endless discussions with any guest and relative who instantaneously came to know of Romi's deficiencies aplenty.
Romi is different. She wants to remain different. She doesn't want to get bogged down by peer and parental pressures.She wants to do her own thing, live life her way, and find happiness in silly, mundane stuff.
Should becoming an epitome of hard work, top scorer in school, an ascerbic T.V. viewer, and a polite submissive girl full of virtues make it to Romi's list of resolutions for the new year??
You decide...
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Saturday, 1 December 2012
Courtesy "Autograph"
If they try to snatch away, your verse, your poetry,
I promise I'll fight them really hard,
If they ask you to forget, your city's tapestry,
I promise I'll have their efforts marred
'Cause I know how easily,
Quicksand-esque reality...
Can swamp our daydream tinted days,
Every night, I do understand,
How words lose their way and,
I wait for their return from the maze,
Thus in the comfort of the pillow,
And your aggrieved eyes mellow...
May the fairy-tales thrive,
Let us live, and not survive,
Thus in the happy moments such,
And in your assured touch...
May the fairy-tales throng,
And let us sing along...
I promise I'll fight them really hard,
If they ask you to forget, your city's tapestry,
I promise I'll have their efforts marred
'Cause I know how easily,
Quicksand-esque reality...
Can swamp our daydream tinted days,
Every night, I do understand,
How words lose their way and,
I wait for their return from the maze,
Thus in the comfort of the pillow,
And your aggrieved eyes mellow...
May the fairy-tales thrive,
Let us live, and not survive,
Thus in the happy moments such,
And in your assured touch...
May the fairy-tales throng,
And let us sing along...
Sunday, 25 November 2012
I welcome the sunshine with you everyday
I open my eyes wide with you everyday
I'm with you everyday...
We only have each other
I'm with you everyday...Chatting together
A rain in the afternoon on the streets,
The red sky when the sun sets
Sharing everything that surrounds us
I'm with you everyday...Embracing each other
I'm with you everyday...
One More Time
I must not have known...
I must not have known you
Even though I was so close to you
What's really precious always seems to disappear
I've finally come to you face to face
May be I can start living, start living from now
One more time, One more time
Can't you be by my side one more time?
Love is better than regretting later
One more time, one more time...
I must not have known you
Even though I was so close to you
What's really precious always seems to disappear
I've finally come to you face to face
May be I can start living, start living from now
One more time, One more time
Can't you be by my side one more time?
Love is better than regretting later
One more time, one more time...
Monday, 8 October 2012
"K"
Yesterday I met "K" after 15 years. 15! yes! That's more than a decade.
How did it go? It went OK!
Really? Oh yes. A tad bit awkward at the beginning...and then gradually a tad less awkward... and with every passing moment I inched closer to a known comfort zone - a space I shared with her 15 years back. She brought back a whole bunch of memories... those long calls, the restlessness, the urge to meet yet the fear of being caught, the endless aimless walks, the meaningless banters, the bus rides, the missed calls, the giggles, the silly jokes,the countless crushes, the embarrassing moments, the chiding from parents, ... all of these and many more just came rushing back into my mind.
All we did was once again just speak, aimlessly, effortlessly...melting the years away...
Was there any hesitation? yes... maybe ... initially...
We are no longer the school going teenagers we used to be. Now we are 2 different individuals in our different worlds.Our lives have changed and our worlds lie wide apart .
Yet we mingled, laughed, joked, shared. It felt as though I am reliving what I had left behind 15 years ago. And it was only yesterday that I realized how much I missed all of that and more. It took me 15 years to figure out that I had missed "ME"...
My First Post
Ever since I was a child, I craved for diaries. The craving stemmed from the desire to carve out a nook for myself... a space which was entirely my own... pages which would bear testimony of me, my thoughts, actions. So to fulfill this want, over a period of twenty years or so I have been collecting diaries... with noble intentions of filling up those fresh, shining, lined pages.People who are close to me, know this and over a period of time have indulged me in this craving. One amongst them was a gifted by a relative when he had visited Australia. Its made of handmade paper with a koala imprinted upon it.
I am not a regular writer. Most of my thoughts and ideas remain bottled up inside me... for the simple reason that my hands will not be able to keep up pace with my thoughts. Its only when there is a real strong urge in me to express my views, emphatically I take up the pen and diary.
I was introduced to the world of blogs by a classmate. Won't say that I wasn't aware of it all these years. But had refrained from venturing into this virtual mode deliberately. Still strongly believe in the touch and feel concept when it comes to reading or writing.
This write-up is my first attempt to foray into a domain which I am yet to discover.
I hope I make the best of this space and opportunity. I hope my fingers can keep up pace with my thoughts.I hope I can pen my thoughts down coherently.
I am not a regular writer. Most of my thoughts and ideas remain bottled up inside me... for the simple reason that my hands will not be able to keep up pace with my thoughts. Its only when there is a real strong urge in me to express my views, emphatically I take up the pen and diary.
I was introduced to the world of blogs by a classmate. Won't say that I wasn't aware of it all these years. But had refrained from venturing into this virtual mode deliberately. Still strongly believe in the touch and feel concept when it comes to reading or writing.
This write-up is my first attempt to foray into a domain which I am yet to discover.
I hope I make the best of this space and opportunity. I hope my fingers can keep up pace with my thoughts.I hope I can pen my thoughts down coherently.
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