THE PERFECTLY IMPERFECT DAUGHTER

THE PERFECTLY IMPERFECT DAUGHTER

“enough!” I screamed

“this is high time now …..you are really taking advantage of my goodness?” mom shrieked

GOODNESS? Seriously…what is the goodness is continuously dragging ur daughter into an unnecessary conversation which is gonna end in “I am not gonna talk to you until I die” and the next minute turn to her and say “bhook lagi h”.

Before you form any judgment about me that how ruthless as I a daughter I am let me tell u , this is not the ONLY adjective I describe for myself….my dad uses even a better one …its called “HOPELESS” with stupid giggles in the background with my lil sister…whose not ACTUALLY THAT LITTLE.

“how many times….how many times do I have to explain u to keep ur shoes on the rack, bag in the cupboard and bread in the fridge…..its like I am talking to the walls” my mum complained

“she DOES hve a figure of that of a wall, large and heavy…” my sister commented

“hey…u …mind ur own business….buzz off” I snapped back…sometimes my sister is such a pain in the ass….with all that stupid drama she tries to create huh

Anyways lets listen to some more amazing defects in me

“u don’t even know how to make simple chapattis ….what more should I expect of you…” mum was almost screaming

“look , its not that I cant …its just I don’t want to…why do u always shift to the cooking thing..its for stupid girls” and suddenly I realized that this comment had made both my mum and sis go complete bonkers and the look on their faces said “GO TALK TO DAD”

SHIT

So I enter my dads study [I feel like a criminal , the way he is removing his specs and both the ladies standing behind him as if to say”BANISH HER”

“ok …umm can u guys be a little less dramatic , hey u” I signaled my sister

“yes u….why are u here? Go out” I ordered …I didn’t want my sister to look at the parade that was just going to begin.

“I am here to see the entertainment” she laughed me off

[pathetic! She was so not sympathetic forget supportive….and I glared back in her eyes giving her the last warning to back off as I couldn’t say anything in front of dad lest all the blame would end up on me which was oh-not-so-cool]

“listen….”my dad began in his grim voice..[get ready for the next 2 hours…I consoled myself]

“I heard what ur mum said…u r not at all helping with the household work…”

“yeah….but I am not interested” I casually replied

“look  everyone has to work to make a house run properly , the same way a cars tyres work together…we too have to support each other”

I started laughing hysterically in my mind  at this car thing, what was next …a trucks six tyres then a rails …and then?!!...wow my dads capable of making me laugh

AND THEN I REALIZED THAT THIS MINDFUL LAUGHTER TOOK THE ROUTE FROM MY VOCAL CHORDS AND WAS NOW SUPER AUDIBLE WITH MY PARENTS STARING AT ME AS IF I WAS A MENTAL PATIENT GIVING A SOLID PROOF TO BE PUT IN THE ASYLUM

“whats there to laugh?...dear I am warning u, mend ur ways” my dad firmly said

“and waise bhi look at urself…u don’t dress up like girls always sitting in pyjamas and shorts, speak stupid sarcasm to ur sister all day, listen to loud noise[can someone correct him ….for god sake its EDM], play with stray animals, feed them the milk we give to u, don’t know how to cross the raod……be on the phone whole day”  “please papa…all my mails and docs are in my smartphone …u don’t expect me to carry a laptop the whole day and I chat with my friends only in a limited time..u only pay my phone bills…has it ever exceeded 200?” I defended

“when we were ur age we spent 1 rs per month and carried a whole rucksacks on our back…huh look at u…cant even carry a laptop bag” he began

“that was years ago !! papaa please …” I pleaded

“ what is the benefit of explaining u the meaning of hardwork ….it just goes over ur head! I am at a loss of a word….u r completely”

“A HOPELESS DUFFER” my sister shrugged

How dare she?

“yeah exactly…now why don’t u first teach ur lil daughter some manners?” I was getting really angry

My dad glared at my sister and she went out of the room

Thankgod I sighed a breath of relief

“u don’t clean up ur mess….u don’t water the plants…u forget ur wallet at home…u r such a kid! When will u grow up” my dad put his hand on the table.

“BAS!....HOW MANY MORE IMPERFECTIONS? Goddd is it my mistake that u guys gave me the defective genes?!.....i am never gonna talk to u people until I die” and I stomp out of the room tearfully and go in my room

After 5 hours

“princess”

“I am not talking to u…go away”

“princess…I have made aloo parantha …come and have some na” mum requested

“baby, come out now else I am coming in” my dad said

“do whatever u want to , I am still not talking”

“ok  fine…kittu ..u eat didis parantha…”mom replied

“certainly, waise bhi moti hoti jaarhi h” she shouted

I ran out of the room ….snatch my plate

“no one eats MY aloo parantha” I say and start eating without making any eye contact

“look dear…u are such a good daughter …why do u act stubborn sometimes” my mum softly patted on my back

“invalid question…I am still not talking” and I continue eating

“ok as u wish” dad said

And I realized that after this no one will come and talk to me and explain me…..so I gulped my yoghurt …cleared my voice and knowing that it was my mistake that I talked so rudely and didn’t clear my mess and all …so basically  I had to initiate

“mum dad…?”

“hmm”

“ I AM SORRY”

Both looked at me with love in their eyes and said “its ok…we know u r so good but just try some time managing ….promise princess?”

“pinky promise” I squealed

And both hugged me….{ with jagjit singhs kagaz ki kashti in the background}

“abbe o….didi ne mujhe sorry nhi bola” my sister frowned

“bolunga bhi nhi” I laughed and run away with her plate of aloo parantha :p

Lifes too short to remain angry ,and that too with our beautiful families,….islie always make them “KEEP SMILINGJ”

I LOVE U ONLY TILL U SAY ME "BACHA" 100 TIMES A DAY

"lets break up"
"why are u doing this?...just  because i didnt come for that stupid pyjama party last night?"
"yes....i always come to ur parties ...why dont u come to mine?"
"coz shona they all are pinky and girly....why dont u get it...what is my role sitting among u girls talking shit about some maybellines new nailpaint....comon..."



"HAHAAA....WHAT A DUMBASS" i started laughing hysterically not realizing that i was sitting in a public transport called metro and had let my mindful comments come out through my mouth. the girl sitting next to me, it suddenly dawned upon her that her iphone watsapp conversation was being read by me.....{ ok dont form any judgement about me....i dont peep into someones chat but she was sitting just a centimetre away and i was attracted to her phone cover which had tom and jerry on it ...moreover my earphones had just stopped working and i was getting completely bored before i boarded at my station which was about 60 minutes away.....so clearly i didnt do it intentionally...if u gotta blame  somebody ....it has to b tom and jerry and not me..:p}

the slim girl with perfectly straight hair and an amazing tom and jerry cover gave me a scary glare as if asking me  to back off.....so i did get scared as her big over black smudged with kohl eyes stared right into mine .....yes i backed off but that was till next 30 seconds when her phone beeped again....diagonally eyeing the entertaining conversation....the phone screen displayed "babu calling"

OH MY GOD! IS IT FOR REAL.....LIKE SERIOUSLY ....the pretty girl had her boyfriends name saved as BABU .....ITS MORE THAN MORONIC SHIT I CAN EVER EXPECT....ok maybe i should stop expecting....you never know ...she might bump into your infant cousin at the polio booth next ravivaar with her boyfriend pleading him "babu ...do boond zindagi ki bas" and if it does happen oh boy i am cent percent sure that boyfriend will die of heartattack ...hahahhahahaaa:P


"okay one last chance .....ill see u today at richas house ok?' she ordered
" yeah ....now please give me that smile" the bechara boyfriend pleaded for the maharanis mercy
":)" she texted
"no , a good smile"
okay i was really having the most hilarious time....what did the dumbass expect..to give him all her teeth and smile toothless?!!

the tom and jerry girl blushed.....really ....how can someone blush on such a cheesy filmy line?
and i shud definitely stop calling her the "tom and jerry girl" as she clearly was the most difficult person to cheer up in the whole world ...she does not deserve a tom and jerry cover...i guess she cud carry a mean girls kinda cover...[ am i over obsessing about the phone cover....maybe yes ....mine doesnt have a tom and jerry:p]

"ok fine:)))" she replied
"thats like my bacha" he gushed
CAN I KICK THEM ....BACHA BABU SHONA NEXT WHAT....? GOLGAPPA?...KULCHA CHOLA.?..RAJMA CHAWAL?....CHICKEN NAAN.?..IT CAN EVEN GO TO INFINITE LENGHTS DAMN IT!?!!

"khana khaya" the girl asked in a motherly tone
"hmm ...an hour ago" he replied
"mera top leaye?"
"hmm"
"movie tickets book karwayin?"
"hmm"

OKAY...THIS KIND OF INTERROGATION I AM SURE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN FACED BY INDRANI MUKERJEE.....I AM REALLY EXCITED TO FIND OUT WHETHER  THIS GIRLS NEXT GONNA ASK "POTTY KRLI?" ..... :p
imagining all such comments in my mind i tried ...i literally did try really hard to control my laughter but my brain and neurons were not getting the synaptic messages and i started grinning . a aunty sitting in front of me who was busy in applying all sorts of creams on her face saw me with a confused look as if "who the hell are u n y are u looking at my creams which promises to make me look10 years younger" ...it was enough of staring so i stared right back as if to  say" hey lady ...the last thing i am bothered on this earth is about ur damn creams....heheee" tit for tat

"any more questions bacha?"
"yes"
"what now?" i cud sense the annoyance in the creeps reply
"why are u getting frustated....nahin ana party m to mat ao naa....bhaav kyu khaarhe ho?"
"bhaav nhi kharha bacha ....{god somebody ban the word bacha.....}...its just i need to go to pee...will come back in 10 mins"
"10 mins?!!....so long...peeing only takes 4 mins ....why are u taking 6 mins extra...and waise bhi baad mein jaana ...mera station is about to come after 10 mins only..,.ok?"
"hmm"
CAN SOMEONE CONVINCE THIS GIRL THAT THE  BOY WONT BE ABLE TO HOLD IT FOR EVEN 2 SECS.!!!!...I AM PRETTY SURE THAT BY THIS TIME HE MUST HAVE TAKEN HIS PHONE TO THE WASHROOM :P

"Why are u replying in hmm....wats wrong?"
"nothing.....WUD U STOP BEING SO CRAZYYY...U R DRIVING ME MAD...I JUST WANTED TO PEE AND EVEN IN THIS U MANAGED TO BRING THE BREAKUP THING IN BETWEEN...I M SICK OF U"










BABU
OFFLINE







after 10 mins of staring like an utter fool in her iphone and changing her dps 15 times which constituted messages like ...."broken hearts still work"
"saying u love me doesnt prove it"
and exactly after 5 seconds she messages him "SORRY:0"


"ITS OK BACHA ...M SORRY TOO" he instantly replied
"it was all  my fault"
"no bacha it was mine"
"no mine"
"mine"
"mine"
"nooo bacha mine"



KASHMERE GATE:MY STATION HAD COME BUT THEIR "MINES WERE NOT GETTING OVER"
i started laughing so loud that this girl finally asked me...."whats ur problem kiddo?"
"umm...no nothing..i was just wondering from where did u get that tom and jerry cover"

AND THE GATE CLOSED BEFORE SHE CUD SAY ANYTHING WHICH COULD INCLUDE HIGH CLASS ABUSES :P..{HEHEEEE}


i went back home laughing all the way round wondering that this was the reason why honey singh makes such dignified songs on girls u noe :p




my heart goes out to all those bechara guys who have to face such fancy whims at regular basis...
moral of the story: relationships are injurious to health....wo apke dil m tar bharte hain....itna tar jo apko beemar banaskta h ....bahut beemar.....heheeeee OFCOURSE I AM NOT AGAINST LOVE OR SOMETHING...I LUV MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS TOO BUT PEOPLE LIKE THESE ARE COMPLETELY EPIC AND ONE SHOULD NOT LEAVE A SINGLE CHANCE TO TEASE THEM,,,,HEHHEEEE...KIDDING

enjoy life...have fun...dream big and let these small things make u laugh like a budhaa
KEEP SMILING:)

STOP CRAVING....START CARING

One of my friends whom i met after a really long time had the old same complaint....."dude....u dont meet me anymore...no more calls...no messages....i realize so much has changed since school" renee said.
renee sharma, my classmate, my competitor { we used to have competitions on who wud eat lunch first....n guess what...it was always me...just realized atleast i am good at something}, my homework buddy {i used to do her social and she did my maths and the next day , our sir had gotten both of us on our knees for doing each others work}
and now after 2 years we were sipping on our coffees......talking or shud i say....one was ranting and complaining and the other defending
"no yaar....nothing like that.....its just ki time nhi milta ..." i replied in the same old fashion
" yeah....." she sighed
renee suddenly got up and picked up her bag and got ready to leave...." chal bro....lets go..."
" yeah ...sure" {have u guys felt it too? there is always an uncanny awkwardness when two old friends meet ...u feel that the time has created a gap ...its like u both have something to say but something stops u from doing it......}
so we both left with formal goodbyes and fake promises to keep in touch.
she left with her brother who came to pick her
so i took up the metro and left....out of nowhere i dialled my mothers phone.....without even telling her something she sensed that i wasnt completely my "normal happy" {though a 1000 times i have asked mum wats the difference between being normal and abnormal happy and she always reply it to me with a single word BUDHU....fine i am not gonna ask 1001 timth }
"listen to me baby....today be a friend ...a blessing...take time to care...let ur words heal and not wound and u know now what u should do...." mum said
" ahaaannnn...hell yes...i gotta go mum...i luv u...." i screamed on the phone and got off the next station . i ran like mad towards the opposite side banging my head against people ....had my shrug fly in the air just like srk did in om shanti om and BOOM ....i fell against the wall .....damn it ...this wasnt some bollywood chick flick and i wasnt any srk....the tweeties around my head bought me back to reality ...{heheee i could direct even better than karan johar....if it was upto me...i wud hv made myself fly like krish ...shout like sunny deol and some flower showers for special effect and oh yeah... the most imp horror part...the dhoomtanaaaaa background music with 3 turn backs ....c i told u.....blame it on yashraj to fill our minds with such crap :p }
"are u ok" a middle aged woman asked m as she picked me up from my mess
"alive....thnks" i smiled weakly at her
OH NOOOO....the metro in which she wud be has arrived ....i cant be possibly lying on the floor creating gadar 2 in my imagination....i got up and ran like usain bolt { ok fine....like pt usha....damn u....ok....not below this .....ran like scooby doo when he sees the ghost}
"YESSSS I MADE IT RENEE" i yelled as i entered the coach.....and for the 3 rd time in life i felt like a super hero except who had made a damn dumb entry [heheeeee]...although the passengers looked at me as if i was a convict escaping from jail ....but with a burger in her hand...[ i cant stop thinking about food...can i :p]
"u crazy? what are u doing here?"
"just shut up....enough talks on weather and newspapers ....give me 5 minutes and do me a favor....KEEP UR MOUTH TAPED ELSE ULL HAVE TO PAY ME WITH UR TEETH"
"u....?"
" shut up.....listen
u meet someone
u get along like fire
u talk like theres gonna be no end
and suddenly someone stops trying
awkward communications
memories fade
the care and warmth vanishes
and next wen u meet ...all u can say is the weather is nice...and it ends
i m not let it end that way
do u get it?
u asked me did i miss u...HEELLL YES ...I DID....
and i am sorry i never replied to ur emails....i care fr u idiot"
there was a 2 min silence and then renee spoke
"hogya tera ....sala nataunki ki height p h tu! and itti filmy speech kahan se dekhi be"
" instagram se" i replied dryly
"pata tha mujhe....ab looks hi deti rahegi ya hug bhi degi"
"naah...eww hugs are so girlieee...cheee m not giving u ...stay away"
and we both laughed hysterically
and yeah hugged too.....{she did...i didnt:p}








so yeah......this was it...guys its upto u how u want the story to end....and lemme tell u its just a fable out of my imagination which i really wish comes true with some of my family and friends whom i havent seen in ages.
guys we all  crave for care but if u introspect ...do we actually care? through this post i wanna say sorry to all my loved ones  on whom i keep screaming and pretend as if their sadness doesnt affect me.....but it does...so A BIG SORRY
people say its all about priorities....i say its all about satisfaction.....because priorities are a close ended process while satisfaction is indeed immortal....LIVE THE MOMENT....if u feel that u care for someone ....let them know coz everyones not a psychologist...{hahahaaaa.kidding} ...say wat u feel no matter how difficult it maybe...but ur one word of kindness can make someones day...trust me it works for diseases like sorrow grief and disappointments and i gurantee u that this remedy costs nothing more than a smile
i am not saying talk every single day...but my opinion is whenever u do talk...do it with 100% coz most of the problems arise due to lack of communication....caring doesnt need a pretty face or a cute eyes or a die hard smile....all it needs is a heart full of affection . enough of lecturing ....just DO WAT U WANT TO ....COZ ITS NEVER TOO LATE
{P S dont try my srk act in public...it maybe injurious to health and there are 200% chances of either getting a memory loss or paving ur way to a mental asylum....decision at owners own risk....and an open warning to everyone to not imagine a bollywood scene while falling down....it works with some alien species like me only....:p
KEEP CARING....be a star that is not afraid of expressing its sparkle even in dark
KEEP SMILING:)

RIVALS DURING THE DAY SIBLINGS BY NIGHT!

"DONT U DARE!" i shreiked as the last cookie of hide and seek was left and as usual my sis was eyeing on it.

"its mine di....u ate half the packet .....and then u say u want to lose weight" she commented

OH GOD....MY WEIGHT ...I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT { yes i am gonna crib about my weight till i deseve that song....47 weight kudi da :P...which i am cent percent sure is not gonna happen

" whatever.....that cookie is mine...stay away" i acted like a big sister which was oh not so obvious

" and u think ill let it go...huh....u r so damn wrong"she said

"what are u ...crazy?....its just a cookie....which is MINE MINE MINE..." i babbled

" IDGAF" she snapped

"wat the hell are u saying....speak human...damn it" i was on the verge of losing my temper

" oh di u r so budhu....its I DONT GIVE AWAY FOOD" she snorted{ OMG i dont blv dis...did she really expected me to understand it}

AS IF!....okay not to brag but she is seven years younger to me and i expect her to act that way ....what way?...of politely giving away the cookie to me and then hugging me back {ohkay fine we can leave the hug.its quite girlie..eww}....but what an amazing fact....ITS QUITE OPPOSITE 

"what noise are u girls making....what are u fighting about now" mumma cropped into the scene from nowhere

"mom , kittu is not giving me my last cookie" i complained

"why shud i? is ur name written on it"she said sarcastically

OKAY SO NOW MY SMALL SISTER WAS BEING SARCASTIC AT ME....LIKE REALLY....GHOR KALYUG

" okay u girls,.....stop being so silly ...divide it into half...ok?..u are my little princesses...right?" my mum tried to sort the chocochip fight between us

THE PRINCESS TRICKS ALWAYS WORKS FOR ME...HAHAAA

" ok mom" i said like a small princess wud say

'to hell with it...i hate princesses...i hate pink...wats wrong with u di...are u an alien or something" she retorted back as soon as mum turned her back around {ok fine agreed my rooms pink...the bedcovers are baby pink...my study decor is pink ....but its cute not like her black doraemon cupboard which sometimes scares me at night when i get up to drink water and see doraemons red eyes shining....so ghostly...i tell u ;O}

"cut the crap and divide it into half" i was getting impatient now...

CREAK the sound of the cookie being broken

"the right parts mine and the left ones is urs" she ordered

i knew where this was going  ...she had unequally divided my hide and seek :(

i never seem to get this "MY THING " rule...its something like daltons law of atomics...even being wrong we still read it:P so heres the rule

1 if i like it its mine

2 if i am holding it, its mine

3 if its mine...it cant be urs anyways!

4 if i looked at it first its mine

5 if u put it down,it automatically becomes mine

6 OVERALL EVERYTHINGS MINE......U R OUT OF THE PICTURE

"fine! its urs ...eat  it fatty" i walked away

few minutes later i hear a knock on my door....."what is it....i am not talking to u ....go away"

kittu opened the door and entered with a bowl of cookies filled

i tried pretending { GOSHHH its so hard to ignore it......"

" sorry di....come lets eat it together..."

"oeeeee.....really? thanku" i gushed at this sweet gesture { so yeah i underestimated the power of a common man....i mean my lil sis...i still cant stop smiling"}

mom was watching all this from a distance.,.." my sweet baby princesses ....see sharing makes it so much fun...no?" she gushed

AND I GUESS IT WAS TOO EARLY TO PRAISE TWO  CATS

"hey di...."

" yes...?"

" u r holding a cookie that has more choco chips ....thats mine" kittu chipped

"no....urs has more ...look ..." i tried pacifying her

"so give me urs"

" u r pathetic! " i shook my head in disbelief

"U BOTH ARE IMPOSSIBLE"mum said......AND THE  FIGHTING CONTINUES......

so friends, this raksha bandhan ....trust me.....gift hide and seeks to ur siblings.../.heheee

i am sure we are not the only ones who fight like crazy....and to prove my point am gonna tell another incident about my friend shivi and her nosy brother who is getting taller and taller....

so she took her bro to shopping to select a rakhi .....while browsing shivi teased him that shell tie a noddy on his wrist :P....to further annoy her....he declared that instead of taking 1000 rs from their dad , he would give shivu 25 rs every month on installment basis

god it feels so good to know that i am not alone.....another friend of mine...spee thats we call her....has a small sister who loves to evesdrop our conversation whenever we speak on the phone....we actually didnt know about it till the lil girl started to make weird noises on the phone

YAYYYY HENCE IT PROVES I AM NOT AN ALIEN AND ALL SIBLINGS ARE BORN WEIRD .....heheeeeee

i know that brothers and sisters can be really annoying but life without them is no fun.....its like the cartoon world without tom and jerry...

so my advise to all the siblings out there is KEEP ANNOYING AND SMILING  at ur bros n sis's 

it makes the world a better place .....of course not excluding the hide and seeks:P

HAPPY RAKSHA BANDHAN TO ALL MY FAMILY , FRIENDS AND READERS....MAY U ALL ALWAYS SHARE A GREAT BOND WITH UR SIBLINGS FOREVER....KEEP SMILING:)

and just so u know...i am gonna tie a doraemon on my brothers wrist....HAHAHAAAA

WHY SHOULD BABAS HAVE ALL THE FUN?

As i ...was scrolling down on the screen of my lappy....i hounded upon an article written by the former bollystar -twinkle khanna or now betterly known as mrs funnybones.

the newsfeed was on the recent scam on the beauty queen ...oops sorry the spiritual guru who applies chunk of choona with a hue of dark red lipstick and is a dream desire for every man who is lucky enough to make her dance { yeah fine...i guess i should probably stop doing this....dont wanna get arrested for it:p }

so as i went down to feed my comment , i came across a terribly conservative man who was at his hypocritical best.

quoting him  "twinkle khanna , can u please count the number of films u have done? cant u stick being a respectable housewife who has just to dress up while the nanny takes care of the kids? dont challenge our beliefs whn ur mind is idle"WOAHH such an ardent follower....indeed ...y not? after all she has such hot moves !

BLOODY HELL! look at the audacity this man has forloned......may heavens bless him with chunks of radhemaa dances ...heheee

even in this 21st century where our phones are getting thinner and faster and our minds FATTER AND STUPID ....this guy has proved that there are still households who dont respect the brains which are accidently gifted to us by self proclaimed gods like radhe maa 

"POPAT" thats the word i wud use to describe such dainty people who lure normal homo sapiens just to earn their bread and butter even if it means leaving no supper for their so called "sangat"

not that i am against the beliefs people hold or the faiths they have.....its simply COMMON SENSE which is lacking especially in india.

i mean ...to be honest i didnt know what exactly the case was ....to find out...i searched the net and was astonished to find huge similarity between radhe maa and lady gaga....{dude even lady gaga looks so decent n sober in front of her}

though m really happy for mr asaram.....he'll be getting a beautiful company in jail....or mr nirmal babaji who had an INVISIBLE teesri ankh that opened only wen samosas were served with green chutney ....it will now be opened to c radhe maa dancing

hey...just realized that karan johar alraedy knew about the make up lady's harkatein....thats the reason he invented the song "radha on the dance floor ....radha likes to party...radha likes to move that sexy body"...{ P.S .....shit! i m even fatter than radhe maa....good lord i really need to stop eating those kulcha rolls....bt damn it i cant do that....isnt there an easy way out to shed some kilos?....:p}

okay not deviating on my weight issues again....i zoomed the picture in which she was wearing a red bedsheet....oh wait ....that was her sari!....carrying a trishul....{ oh my my....me n my sister always buy hanumanjis gadha n trishul on every dushera .....does dat mean we are her distant cousins...NOOOO ...we need to stop buying the trishuls!!}

i personally dont mean to defame these godgurus....though its quite evident that i really respect the guy who claims to cure tuberculosis by eating paneeer chilla with red ketchup.....doctors? u listening ...i think u should throw ur degrees n scalpels n pick up knives and spices and learn to make the  paneer chilla! by the way...can they help me in losing my weight and not leaving my chola kulchas too ..:p

this time i m not gonna end with keep smiling....its gotta be large...KEEP LAUGHING :)

BOYS CAN CRY TOO.....

He was a normal boy
like every one else
tied the shoelaces himself.

he too had feelings like everyone
bt kept it to himself as it would bring
nothing but mockery

he too worked hard
prayed to lord
bt he could not show that he was scared
as it would bring nothing but cold sneers

he too was rejected
dumped,kicked
bt he did not shed even a single tear
the pressure was forced on him only to bear

he couldnt tell his grief to his parents
as he feared troubling them as he was a boy
not to the society coz they thought it was all a coy
not to his wife as he had to be more stronger
bt now pain became unbearable any longer


he cried in front of the mirror in the school as a child
"ladke rote nhi"
and hearing it he would again fake that smile
there were moments where he wanted a mothers hug during his growing up days
bt society had imbibed some other ways
"dont be a mummas boy" they would say


now after years that boy became a father
seeing his little kid cry
he made him even more stronger
so that people cudnt make fun of him any longer
he taught him to love to cry and told him that it was okay to be shy
he made the child to respect each person as a gem
who once lost wont be replaced.


"dont hide your feelings....itll do no good"
being a boy doesnt mean u have to always be bad
i am proud that you are my son, lad EARN THE RESPECT U DESERVE






so, this poem is dedicated to all the boys and gentleman who somewhere sometime feel so helpless and clueless....that they have no idea whom to talk to as some impositions have been restricted upon them
we all keep talking about girls crying , being sad,victimised and boys being the evil creatures
and on the other hand we talk about gender equality.
is it us again being a hypocrite and a diplomat at the same time?
have you ever wondered why is it always the guys who are arrested for wrong doings?
its because they have supressed their feelings for so long and when it comes out it takes the heinous forms of murders rapes bullying ragging and what not!
"ladke khana nhi banate" a friend of mine recently said.....dude grow up,the best chef in the world are males
lets face it people....guys too are somebodys son, brother,father,husband
they too have a heart
please give them the right to live , to breathe , to cry and TO SMILE

hats off to my father, my chachus, my mamus, my brothers, my friends who all have helped me through adversity......its our turn now

LETS BRING ABOUT AN EQUAL CHANGE
KEEP SMILING:)

THE LOVE OF A DEAD BUG

i was reading one of the blog posts updated by preety shenoy and found the incident to be the most hilarious one ever!!!!

so as her son returned from school ....he began telling her the happenings of the day...

"mom u noe wat...a boy in the bus passed a chit to a girl today"

"oh really?"she  smiled coyly.....{ i mean why do mothers pretend to not know something when they are already pHDs in the field}

"so son wat did you see?"

"nothing just "from rakesh to riya" he replied

"and.......then wat happened?"

"nothing riya screamed "awwwwwwww"

"so something was special inside?" she enquired

"oh yeah ...very special ....i had been trying to catch it for months"

"catch it?!"

"yeah......its very unique mom ....rakesh wrapped up a dead rare bug in the paper"

so....yes ....i cudnt help myself from laughing at it....i mean the little kid had the audacity to express his love through a dead bug:P