End of the Teenage Drama...

     ... and commencing the 20 something's new-age drama! I figured that I've got some four odd months at hand to get away with almost any imbecilic act by blaming it on "teenage wastage". I've decided to do it with sharing some of my theories. I like telling myself that I've come up with them. May be not all... but these are the way I'd narrate them.
So here's the first of many coming up soon! It's called,

"WAITING AT THE END OF THE SHIT HOLE"

     Teenagers have a very peculiar mechanism. Doing something, somebody doesn't want us to is always at the back of our mind. But the urgency of having done it right away is created only because that one person won't stop nagging about how we 'shouldn't'! (Been there- done that- came back bruised- kept quiet for a while- did it again- never stopped ever since)

     We are so frivolous that no matter how many times we hear the NO, we do just that, what pleases us. The point is, why nag till one knocks you down or punches you in the face? Instead I have decided to be the good friend and not repeat myself too often about the shit hole. This shit hole could be anything... girl and boy issues, family stress, career problems. The shit hole could be being too thin or too fat, too short or too tall... not being good enough or absolutely anything!

     In fact, if one avoids the warnings, advances forward and falls over his/ her face, the first thing they'd see, is this tall girl with weird hair. Standing on the other side helping them out. The only way, this could actually make sense, is if we here, some how learn to avoid saying "I TOLD YOU SO!"

     Because no matter what, these for words, wound deeper, pinch harder and slower!

until next time...

Love always,

Sneha Shetty

P.S. sometimes... just being there... not only in physical state is all that matters..! So look around and tell your loved ones that no matter what... you'll wait at the other end of each shit hole they fall into!

Definitely not Denial

She sat there in the corner tying her hair up in a bun, looking towards the chai-walla and gesturing for a cutting. She pulled out a cigarette from her bag and lit it. The first drag was let into page number twenty eight, chapter number two of the book she had made up her mind to finish reading this week. The chai-walla came by, smiled and greeted her with a good morning which happened to be the only good thing that made her smile today.

                A sip of the tea, a glance through the alley and she resumed her reading. A cigarette or two down, she stopped and looked blankly at the book.  Thinking about the work she had been doing in the past few months, all the reasons she had to be happy seemed fey. A sense of ambiguity to the void she felt, crept into her, “I am doing everything right” she said to herself in a whisper. Yet the thought of that one person’s hug never left her. The memories made way and all the possibilities of a day, an opportunity of everything being right, made her want to erase everything again. She left herself to imagine her thoughts to be a sheet of doodles and her presence of mind erase them out. “not working” she reminded herself. She asked herself whether ‘He’ was her only gateway to bliss. Whether the space between reality and her ideas and thoughts was ever going to be glued with possibilities.

                Just like all the other times of her routine- mental invasions of herself tearing her peace of mind apart- this time too, answers, justifications and her plea to be relieved of her misery went unanswered. She was in a state of “WHAT?”, she asked herself again...

Is it Denial?

She kept telling herself…

No it is not.

P.S. Smoking is injurious to health and I am in no way promoting/ glorifying it.!

Cheers!