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

LIVE.LAUGH.LOVE.

YES THERE ARE SOME INSECURITIES.....
yes there are some flaws
yes i say alot of sorries n loads of thankus
yes i often trip over my untied laces
{ITS NOT ME....MY SHOES HATE ME...THE FLOOR IS SLIPPERY AND I SLEEP WHILE I WALK}
yes i dance in the washroom while brushing my teeth
yes i take time to pronounce words like chrysanthemum
yes i bang my head against the door{and trust me that i do on a daily basis:P}



YOU MAYBE HAVING SOME TOO
some of you might think that u r too fat{count m in:p}
some of you must be wondering that whether god gave u bones or not....{that specifically goes for my friend shivi who i assume must be weighing 500 gms}
a few of you never even got closer to muscles....forget biceps:P
a number of you feel that why is it always that only you are bestowed with even more intresting problems than jethalal
and some of you might feel lost...you may feel lonely even if you are surrounded by people....
this emptiness n hollowness in life is only because of 2 reasons
1 you choose society over ur feelings
2 you undrestimate yourself....{dont worry you arnt the only one...i do it too...i guess 24*7...hahaa}


have you wondered exactly what it is that really defines you
is it the clothes u wear
or the job u do
is it the number of cars u have
or the amount of bucks u spend at starbucks.....

people always keep saying go out and follow your heart bt if u pause for a second and THINK
{ok ok i admit i think alot...:P}.....does the society actually lets you follow it or it just  cleverly moulds you into another hypocritical person.
so here are TOP 5 ways to DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO

1 whenever in a dilemma and dont know what to do....simply close your eyes and ask one simple question "whatever problem it is,...is the pain gonna be worth it after 5 years?"
and if the reply is no ....DIG THE PROBLEM THERE AND THEN

2 whenever feel angry and u wanna scream loud bt cant do so as your neighbours dog might get scared.....GO ON THE TERRACE AND DANCE {u know this technique is really ancient...lord shivas tandav dance ......yeah ....fascinating no?} and if you dont get a terrace ...start dancing among the troublemakers,.....theyll be so confused at your behaviour that believe me they will never bother u...ever...{the latter part has some risks though....if they call an ambulance thinking that u hv got bonkers.....dont blame me:P}


3 thanks to kapil sharmas....BABAJI KA THULLU ...it really helps when the person infront of you doesnt stop abusing and u cant do anything as it is a mangalwaar and you have swore on bajrangbali to not use bad language!

4 have you ever noticed how babies sleep.....just observe once ....they sleep with their hands open and usually raised up the shoulders....ever thought about it?
yeah...it too has some science involved...when u sleep with your hands raised and open you let go off your muscle tension which leads to relaxation....and in no time you will be sleeping like a baby...soft and sound{but dont forget to set your alarm for the next day:p}

5 this defense mechanism is my favouriteee...i am trying to learn it from my dear friend shivi who a month ago i thought was stupid....actually that stupidity= advanced SARCASM
it is really handy ...shes gonna kill me bt i gotta share it
while clicking a selfie one of our groupmate remarked that how ugly she looked in the pic and what she replied was HILARIOUSLY FUNNY AND A TAD OF SARCASM TOO....shivi said"there are no bad pictures ....its just how your face looks and thats why you have 199 photographs in your phone gallery labelled"ME"
shocked ..at her blunt response....a 2 min grief silence was observed...and as usual i was the 1st one to break it with peels of laughter{god i need to stop laughing randomly like this else in no time ill be thrown out of my class hehehee:P}



so the moral of the story is that UNLESS YOU PUKE , FAINT OR DIE KEEP MOVING AND TRUST YOURSELF. realize your real worth....dont let trivial issues come in between you and your dream....LEARN FROM EVERYONE BUT FOLLOW NONE
so what if you take time to understand a concept in class....or are short of money or feel like crying
DO IT .....its ok to say that " i am not okay"
be it boys or girls if you need a hug say it....if you are scared to loose someone, go and express it, not because this is the only time bt also because maybe the person in front of yu is equally afraid....
everyone has a different story to tell....and during the plot if you stumble upon someone who needs help......then munnabhai ka jadu ki jhappi and chinki ki sweet little smile will do the magic
ITS ALL INSIDE YOU....YOU JUST GOTTA FIND IT AND SHINE

and obviously dont forget ...if u have nobody else to smile for....do it for urself
go to the mirror....see yourself and KEEP SMILING
ull b amused how pretty your canines and molars will look:P :)

MAA......I LOVE YOU

"WHATTTTTTT!!! nooooo.....please not again ...i use the phone only for 2 hours in 24 and still you have a problem...i dont believe this" i yelled as my mum again scolded me for the various things that bugs her.....you wanna hear the list?
BANG!
keep your bag and shoes in place
dont sit in your pyjamas always
start looking after your health , start eating almonds{i guess my brain has some permanant slumber kinda problem...even after eating almonds i always forget to turn off the gas whenever instructed by mum....ok fine so what if i do it 15 mins late...ATLEAST I DO IT!}
dont whatsapp too much{ i tell you parents have some sixth sense and they easily smell it whenever you are texting:P}
bathe quickly{ ok fine this one bothers my lil sis too...but u tell me 20 mins are required ...no?!....out of which 15 mins are happily wasted singing or having deep thoughts about the universe and 5 mins for quick washing as i cant tolerate another knock on the door asking"aur kitni der"!!!}

so yeah ....you can easily figure out that i have some serious defects:P....{which unfortunately are irreversible}

"dear you gotta understand.....those who dont value time...."began mum...
"time doesnt value them.." i groaned as i was used to hear the same dialougue every now and then.
"mom bt its neha....she got into med school ...i was just congratulating her"

so as mum sensed that i was in no mood to compromise she gave the final ultimatum look which i cant resist....EVER!
" ok fine ....wifi is off" i murmered










"MOM?? WHERE ARE YOU?.... papa wheres mom?....mummmmaaa" i screamed as i looked in every nook and corner of the house ....but couldnt find her as she didnt come to wake me up .
"kiddo, your mum had some official work for which she had to go....she left last night" my dad informed as i was almost close to tears
okay....so now it was it!!....A FULL DAY WITHOUT MOM......i shuddered at the thought
so i began the daily routine of getting fresh....{without the knock on the door of the bathroom urging me to come out soon.....i tell u that feeling is terrible...and i came 10 mins early than my usual....theres no fun even in getting ready without mums scream to do my chores quickly which i always ignore but now was missing it}
"ahan.....has the sun rose from the west today?" my dad joked
"i made an omellete....get dressed and eat it fast...actually eat slowly...u saved ur time today"my dad commented !.....i sat at the breakfast table staring at the omellete
"you gonna eat that today only?!!...ok ok if u dont want it....can i eat it?" remarked my sister
{god.....even breakfast is  so gruelsome....else on other days i was always rushing for things as mum poked me to not to go without eating my meal...and i made a grumpy face while relishing the worlds best food and mum would lecture me on the benifits of breakfast......today it was so different....everything was so silent....or maybe it was my heart that couldnt bear the whispers of the silence}
as i packed my bag before leaving for college....i remembered the checklist that mom always asks me before i go in a supersonic speed....metrocard{check}
keys{check}
books{check}
n i coyly would say with a mischievious smile...."hug?"
and then mom always hugs me and say"check'


and today there was no hug....no checklist....just me and my flashbacks...
even though it was just for a day....every second passed like years.....
so after attending my lectures i returned back home
suddenly my phone beeped...."MOM CALLING"i didnt even wait for it to ring the second time and picked my cell
"maaaa....."
" hey princess! how are u?" {i wonder y mum always asks me this silly question ....}
"mum....y did u leave me...u should have atleast told me about it" i complained
" sorry sweety....it was an emergency...but ill come back soon..."
i didnt even let her finish and cried"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SOON.....I WANT YOU.....NOW"
After that i didnt know what happened to me ...i think a soul of a 6 month infant hovered upon me and i started talking like a baby:P
" mumma i am sorry i promise i will not use my phone
i will not wear pyjamas and roam about
i will bath quickly
ill also eat breakfast....
i will not argue....i will always keep water bottle in my bag....but please come to me "i begged
suddenly i heard the tone of the phone being hung up
"NO NO NO....THIS CANT BE HAPPENING....mumma !!" i wailed like a child who was suffering from parental separation anxiety syndrome!{i always tell mom to change her company of networks....they were never available when u needed them the most}










"PRINCESSSS!! princessss....wake up....wake up....y are u screaming? i saw my mother taking my head in her lap as my eyes were wet with tears...
"what happened , u saw a bad dream? m here only dear...with you"
"the most horrifying one" i softly said
" that is why i tell u not to watch that conjuring horror movie last night....bt u dont listen to me....haina?my mum spoke as she folded the quilt
"now go ...go on...hurry up... u are already late...how many time should i remind u to value ur time.."
"else time wont value me....GOT IT" i winked



"hurrrryyyyy up!!!!!" i heard the knock on the door:P as i was busy in brushing....or actually dancing while brushing{hehehehehehhe}\
"i know u are dancing inside........come out in 2 mins else.,....."my mum loudly gave me the warning
"cmingggg"i smiled and i guesss outside my mum was too smiling



as i always say...no matter how hard u try ...some things in life can never be changed....and i guess its better that they remain the same because that is exactly what add colors in ur black and white life.
{and i seriously hope i am not the only one facing the same thing....else HOGAYI BURI WALI CHOUPSEY....hahahahaaa }
no matter ....whether ur opinions match or not
irrespective of the generation gap.....mothers are always special
yeah....out of 24 hours...20 might be spent fighting....but in the end a good night hug makes it all worth it
maybe, its our job to always piss of our mums...and their job is to always be ideal{ and trust me being ideal is hard} but still nothing is more beautiful creation than a mother
the least we can do for her is to always make them to KEEP SMILING or coming out of the washroom fast....{umm....i guess this one might be harder......hehehehehehe...:P}
love u maaa....u r the bestest:)

DO YOU DARE YOURSELF TO LOVE A PAGAL?

as i entered the hallways of my new internship area of a reputed government hospital, a rush of adrelin choked my throat as i was very nervous about how the interview would go.
i stopped by a pillar and asked a security guard for the way to the psychiatry department.
he initially glanced me a sympathetic look but then pointed his hand towards 2nd floor, confused at his reaction i went upstairs.
DR XYZ HOD PSYCHIATRY......the board proclaimed of various degrees my future mentor had obtained . the clerk stationed outside the door hinted me to wait as 100 more students were too waiting for their turn.
sensing my discomfort one of the senior most guards started telling me about the dr and his ideologies........suddenly out of nowhere we all heard a most painful scream....a scream of a 5 year old child who was being dragged recklessely by the hospital officials she struggledof getting freed .....rolling on the dirty floor, moving her legs and arms ,she tried protesting in every way possible  but all in vain.
aghast seeing such ruthless behaviour i turned towards the uncle who a moment ago was happily boasting about the dept......again reading my mind he said in a grim voice" beti daro mat pehli pehli baar dekh rhi ho na ....ye sarkari aspataal h...yahan aise hi hota hai..."
WRONG ...I WASNT SCARED OF THE CHILD.....I WAS SCARED OF THE WAY THESE GUYS WERE GONNA TREAT THE LITTLE KID
"uncleji dont you think that these people too have feelings....humiliating them in a public place...wont it make them more resentful?" i asked with my voice actually shivering.
"beti ...ye PAGAL hain....inhe sahi galat ki pehchaan nhi or tum chinta mat karo...apna interview p dhyaan do ye sab to chalta hi rehta h"
CHALTA HI REHTA HAI?!!!! WAS THIS GUY CRAZY OR WHAT....FOR A MOMENT I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS A PAGAL!
after a series of such shocking incidents my heart was pumping anger instead of blood.....
INTERVIEWEE 190 ...the assistant came out and announced my number....with so many thoughts swirling inside ....i entered the room
"lets cut the crap and come straight to the point ...." the hod barked as he seemed too tired to interview any more students
"just tell me any one reform that you would like to bring in this dept" he asked
"sir the dept is alright....the doctors ...instruments ....everything is perfect...what actually is ruining the repo of psychiatry in india is the LAME MINDSET AND UNREASONABLE LABELLING.
according to me the definition of the mentally weak should be changed"
"what the hell are you talking about ...are you challenging the american association of psychology who invented such a crisp definition!" he almost shouted
"no sir not at all.....but a layman in india does not know what psychology and psychiatry is all about....for them every person going to the psychologist is either a pagal or suicidal.......all i am trying to say is that we need to reframe who a pagal is.....it could be me you or anybody else who needs a little more love and care than the rest of the SO CALLED NORMAL HOMO SAPIENS."
"you may go out" he dryly said
i thanked him for his time and knowing that i wasnt obviously clearly going to be selected i left for the room where that child was taken to.....
reaching there i was astonished...the little one had completely stopped crying and was now engrossed playing with the toys
suddenly tap on my shoulder and saw that it was uncleji who had toys in his hands that he bought.
"beti....ye meri poti hai{dear, she is my grand daughter}.......COMPLETELY DISTRESSED AND OUTRAGED....I WAS PREPARED FOR SOME MORE SHOCKS THAT I WONT BE ABLE TO DIGEST
" ye pagal hai.....maine aisa kyu kaha tum yhi soch rhi ho na?"
before i could answer he said
"hindustan m aise logon ko pagal hi bolte hain...maine sab suna jo tumne dr se kaha...zyada angrezi samajh to na paya lekin ye zarur samajh gya ki tum aise logon se pyaar krna  aur yhi kuch tum mere sahab ko samjha rhi thi"
"uncle you dont worry ....everything will be fine" thats all i could say....before my heart could fill with tears and gratitude i left that place .
i could NOT UNDERSTOOD as i was flowing with emotions more than i could deal with
a week later.... ie today i am now working with a school who helps and trains these god gifted kids.
and i guess it is today that I HAVE UNDERSTOOD or atleast am trying to that these kids are no pagal....they too understand the meaning of HURT that today we normal people are inflicting them with.
they are just like us ....the only difference is that they see the stars a little more differently that we do....their brains are wired just a little more complexly than ours is.
yes you might think what about those wierd scary repetitive activities these kids do .....its just the same way of unloading themselves of all the negative emotions they face ...exactly the way we cry or shout when we are angry.
they might bang their heads ....scream spookily....but we at an individual level should try and understand the difficulty their family would be facing....not only in terms of medical problems but the cold looks of the society...the embarassment at the mall and what not
atleast we should try changing this embarassment into pride  
yes they are different from their brains but not the heart and they can too improve with love and the 2 magic words they respond most happily to- lets help giving these children a chance to embrace the warmth of KEEP SMILING:)
TRY BEING THE STARSOF THEIR SPECIAL SKIES