My reason to embark upon a journey.

     There are always situations in our lives when we have to choose left or right, this way, or that. Basically, start a new journey from a point you ending something on.
     When something new comes along I often ask myself, is it worth the effort? Is the venture too risky? Is there too much of mine riding on it? Now I think nothing is worth all the thought and all the thinking. Now I have decided, "Go with the flow"
    Yes, no experience is too happy or too sad, beating expectations or getting beaten down by expectations. Why not keep walking? if you have a great time, and the view is pretty, give yourself a pat on the back, because you started the journey. If the journey is sad and simply ugly, then pat yourself again, because sooner or later, it ought to end. Why not give everything a try? What not say, "better luck next time" than, "damn, if only i had..."

Maa...

     This afternoon, I had nothing to do but get cosy on the couch and surf through the T.V. I tucked myself away and recollected a childhood memory of my mother and me, cuddling on the sofa early in the morning.She'd lay there every morning after her walk, and I'd sleep next to her. Though she never made noise, I always knew she was there.
     It was the connection. Even if I have a dozen of friends, though I am rarely at home these days, though she gets bored of most of all the conversations I bring up, she'll hear.. if not listen! A walk to the market has always been our thing.
     Some things are never expected or looked forward to, yet, they become treasured memories of our life. What is it, that keeps the relationship so simple.. yet so intricate? What is it that makes maa love me though I kicked her, and gave her endless sleepless nights.. even before I was born? What is it that makes her forgive me after all the times I've let her down, disappointed her and throttled her hopes? I think, Its the umbilical chord that was never snipped!
     A chord, a connection that nourished me when I was inside her womb, the chord that supplies me with unconditional love ever after the mean words spilt out in frustrations, the tears shed in agony the banging of thing in wrath. We think the chord was cut when we were born, but truly, it stays.. an invisible string, hidden inside our souls, always protecting us, understanding us, our needs, and loving us. Do we get detached from the umbilical chord, from maa as we grow up? Does it break after we move out, out of childhood, into adolescence or in adulthood? Does it break as we get married and literally move out, into our own life and family? May be, its always there, in anticipation that may be, someday the love is equal on both ends.
      hoping that I soon balance the love you give me and add oodles of love, care and joy into your lap, to nullify the wounds I've given you.
Dedicated to my mother and the kids out there, if you need a push or just another instant to tell you how much you love your mother and to make you realize how much she has already give you without a complain! I hope this works!

shadows

Its usually said that we live in the shadows of life... with a bonding of the body and mind in the brightest of times and disappearance  when the light dims and finally it's dark.... Somewhere down the line, not intimately connected to the deeper ends of who we really are, we live life as shadows! It might seem nothing at a glance, but think about it...  Do we really live like the persons we are, or do we live as the shadows that linger around people, succumbing to what we all get acquainted to, at one point or another, "self judgement"  (yes, I've been thinking about this issue for quiet long now, but I haven't found a decent conclusion to stop... thinking)

When some matters deep inside trouble us for those innumerable hours, we prefer wearing a smile, only so that all those questions are not thrown at us. When we take a wrong decision, though we know how wrong we are, we cannot stop ourselves, and when its time for punishment, we do end up asking god, WHY?
Well, I thought of putting it in various ways, though the best I could come up with is, people are like the ocean. They let water and debris in. The ocean allows everyone to be a part of her, but she can never be somebody else (ironically)
 The ocean has both, the shallow waves, that wash ashore and the deep water making ripples who has treasure hidden under her chest!
 Don't you think of yourself as someone similar?
 Don't you think that at one point, we need to stop for a moment, wherever we are and just think, in what direction we are going in, in what direction we must choose. While some other times, being directionless, is the best way to find the correct direction!
  In order to just leave the hand of all those thoughts that trouble us, do we really leave behind who we are, and become nothing more important than shadows?

An extending hand, is all a stumbler needs!

     There are times we fall... and we stay there.. thinking and analysing, why did we fall. While sometimes, we get up, dust ourselves, and walk away and some other times, we laugh along with the people around us.
     Though.. many a times, we wait, wait for somebody to come and extend a hand toward us! We may or may not appreciate the help, but the greatness lies in acknowledging the help offered.
     Be it walking down the street, coming across new people or just meeting some old friends, eating something nice or while hearing a song, listening to the best part of the lyrics. It's just an experience at the end of the day.
     What I believe is, sometimes, being a 'newbie', a stumbler is an awful lot of fun!  Though you know what's best at a restaurant, try out something new, listen to a new genre of music, try out a different set of clothes. I think, unless we throw ourselves in a place we are new to, a situation which we are unaware of, unless we get out of our 'comfort zone', we rarely learn anything!
     Living outside our world, our own bubble that doesn't comprise of many beautiful things we are not acquainted with, is a tad difficult! At this time, if somebody agrees with our thoughts and walks along with us the new path we embark upon, life does become easier. As some things need to be dealt with alone, following ones own gut and intuition, some others bring the need to have a second opinion. It is those times when, AN EXTENDING HAND, IS ALL A STUMBLER NEEDS!

The dirty denims!

People who wash their denims after a one time wear, this article is definitely not meant for you! 

Read further only and strictly if you don't have a count of how many times have you worn the same denim, over and over again. Even after the ends of your pants are literally muddy and you cannot distinguish if its the dirt or the color of your jeans has always been like that! Read on, if you think any function or any situation you are in, denims are indeed your best friends..

Aren't the good people like denims as well? Friends and their friendship should be like trustworthy denims! Though they cost you a little more, they last for longer. Each time we go pant-shopping, we try out several pieces and settle for nothing less than pure comfort.  Isn't it a great moment when you invest in jeans which are comfortable and 'fit in' correctly, without making you wait for a while, without making you adjust to its nature and texture! Isn't it an equally enthralling feeling, when friends fit in the same way? Yes, one needs to wait for a while, but then the perfect match does come our way!

May be the dirty denims are friends... you accept them, just the dirty way they are! Its a stupid way of comparing something so divine as friendship with something so materialistic like a pair of pants!
Its not about using here.. its about togetherness, the fact that I'd never think twice before climbing a wall in my denims because I trust them... and I'd never doubt going an extra mile with a friend, because its always going to be worth it!

A silent journey

Today, I took a rickshaw ride with a dear girl friend. Initially, we did talk and blabber about almost everything important AND unimportant, but, when the rick turned onto the highway, I felt an awkward silence. Though we know, both of us had plenty to speak about, it was a silent journey!
We reached a point when we just glanced at each other and smiled and coiled back into our own world again. Haven't you ever experienced the weird silent peaceful pleasure, happiness, that even a long laughter can never fulfil? Those moments are magical. Sisters.. they make every silent journey worth it!!!
She holds me and hides behind me.
She scratches my arm and grips onto me.
She sheds tears in embarrassment
She yells when I irritate her
She surprises me when I least expect it!
She caresses me when I need her.
She... is always there!!!
The truth is, silence is the most expressive way to say everything!! 


dedicated to mitchi... for, after every pause, every coma... you come!!
and all the big and baby sisters
giggling girls
high-fiving pals
back slapping bitches!!

XOXO

Hugs and kisses are always so special. My favorite.
A father's hug would be firm, surrounding you with his arms and ensuring you, that you are safe! Maa's hugs are tender ad polite, just like her love for you. They've hugged you from times you've not been longer than one foot, to the times you gradually grow to the day you are taller than them! Sisters hug you like a soft cushion, ready to strangle to 24X7
While some friends hug like the hour has struck and they're the pendulum.. almost loosing balance, some friends are shy, they don't hug, for weird reasons and some hug for weirder reasons like a nice cologne!

Sometimes the shorter ones can get their noses smashed against somebody's chest. Some emotional monkeys can weep it out on your shirt! Some wait for the right moment, and miss out on the numerous moments that simply pass by. There' a connection felt, like a chord is struck between two souls, the warmth brings a peaceful pause... making a moment!!

The single girl

      Its generally fun, to hang around friends, pulling each others legs and cracking silly jokes. Spending time with yourself, taking long walks and longer showers.... Just being, who you are! Shopping, eating, drinking endless litres of fizzy cold-drinks: basically, not worrying about your weight and the lover's handle, that no lover actually wants!!
     Though sometimes, it strikes to you, when you are in the bus and there's nobody to buy your ticket. When you are at marine drive, and there's nobody to agree enough, how much romance oozes out of it!!
     Sometimes...its just the message-think-smile cycle that we are not well acquainted with. So, is life complete with someone who loves you like nobody else does.. or is it, loving yourself the way nobody else can? Or may be, the 100 rupees question is, 'is life complete?' Is there a full stop to it, with or without any number of people in it?

BEING TALL... CURSE OR A BOON??

  Indeed, the more often heard tittle is 'science... curse or a boon'! But here, being tall is the subject to my question! Going back in time,where no cities existed..only villages and communities, the population did not exceed a few hundreds; the average height of a person was not too much. Today, a man with a height of 6 feet and a woman with height 5.5 feet are considered to have a decent height.Now a days, being tall is not an accessory to your appearance, its no luxury, its the need of the hour!
    Why is it so? The ever increasing- never in control population, or the introduction of high street fashion and couture? Or, does it depend whether "you are a complan boy?"!!
From reaching monkey bars by just leaning over your toes, to having a clear view of almost everything! After all 'A VIEW FROM THE TOP IS ALWAYS BETTER!'
From the opportunity to breathe well and moving swiftly in the mobbed local trains, buses and pathways, to having the confidence to reach almost everything..... I mean  the duster on the blackboard, the dabba of masala on the top shelf, hanging clothes on the drier! Ice-creams in the freezer are no goals too far... toffees kept in jars up high are no aims too distant! Other girls, just managing their wobbly walk in their most priced pair of heels, where flats become your soul-sisters! And for the guys, no pair of jeans too long and no basket too high! Pleasures of being tall almost, score a cent!
    Though sometimes, carrying a relief-spray can come in handy! Wonder why? May be because, your head gets tossed a few times extra by fellow classmates, for them to seek a better view of the professor in the class.. quite often, you are indeed their rescuer when they need to text somebody or just doze off for a little while!
Being tall comes with a handful of curses too. To begin with, NICKNAMES! Friends, oh, they can never fall short of those!! Standing in queues can be your arch enemy. Very frequently you may hear people swearing by your genes, for forbidding their sight, of what lies...beyond you! When people tend to stamp your foot, its you're fault..after all, you have the huge foot!! A big palm with enormous fingers, actually becomes a muse for friends and family. Gaining or losing weight can gain attention really quick. During functions, seeing little food on your plate, you may end up being approached for various marriage proposals, but who knows that  starters is your thing! Relatives never grow; they assume, even you don't; and confirming that; would be "So long, the last time I saw you, you were so small(demonstrating an infant with their hands)and now..(demonstrating like you have become a long-necked, awkward giraffe) so big" Hence, relatives can sound hilarious at times! When it comes to travel, an auto rickshaw or a cab can send your legs for a toss.
    Grandpas and grandmas are proud of your height and pals can get away with pulling your leg!
   Being tall, is an experience!! what I have learnt is, LOVE IT TO LIVE IT!!

WORLD BEYOND SPECTACLES

     Spectacles can be your friends, they help you get a better look of your surroundings. Though sometimes, they hinder your view of certain minute details you ought to get from the corner of your eyes. And believe me, the virtue of life lies in the little things people do for you, with you, because of you, or around you!
     When I wear my pair of glasses, I get a clear view of almost everything in front of my eyes, its almost...perfect! But, when I don't have my second pair of eyes, I have to struggle a little to search for particular persons, lookout for the good and the bad. From a mile away, everything looks hazy, but as I keep walking, rather stumbling towards what seems right, each thing falls in place (I too fall in a lot of places) like it is meant to be and I am just joining the dots!
     Sometimes, imperfection and making mistakes is better than doing everything the right way! At least, I have a story to share, an incident to remember and every spot earns its own memory! Sometimes, not wearing glasses can be metaphoric to making mistakes. Sometimes asking for help, drags you to the right person, at the right time, for your right solution! (too dramatic...but true) Sometimes, rubbing your eyes is much better than cleaning the lenses of your spectacles.
     Oh! I've even got into the wrong bus  few (many) times, but not knowing 'whats next' is amazing. Though you end up like a little fool at times, every time you pass through the same spot or see the same bus, a sheepish smile will definitely flash across your face, with only you knowing 'Why'. And that, is special!
     Of course, with being able to see it all, comes a sense of confidence, but a nail-biting experience is necessary to recollect something.. someday! If everything becomes an event, irrespective of whether good OR bad it becomes of great importance.... either to laugh about, or to learn from. If you're too scared to leave your glasses behind, you could try contact lenses... at least your view wouldn't be obstructed, but, the irritation and discomfort will prevail. If you're ever too scared to take a 'leap of faith', just think to yourself, what a memory  the next few moments of your life could make! because, UNLESS YOU LET GO OF "SOMETHING" OLD, YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HOLD GRIP ONTO "ANYTHING" NEW!!!!

travel...NO WAY!

     Jam is better on my bread, than on the streets of the city! It rather seems like ants , or in this case, donkeys travel faster than humans. Try carpooling, two wheelers or public transport, even footpaths fall short.. not only for pedestrians but also for vehicles themselves.'ruk ruk ke nah chal ruk ruk ke' should be the new slogan of the transport department or the B.M.C. Neither is rash driving, over taking nor is changing your lane an option these days. The only way one can meet with an accident is boredom or by falling asleep and bumping into someone. A perfect weekend drive can probably leave you with music without a radio. I mean, a grumbling companion can certainly present versatility.
      Well the advantage is, one can make several friends on the way.. either by appreciating cars, cursing the traffic and of course.. the government... or by simply loving your old music player all the more through the journey..'kyuki har ek friend zaroori hota hi' The other icing on your traffic saga are festivals. You may either be crazy to step out of doorstep, or you don't have a home.. the streets and crowded lanes of Mumbai are your home! OR.. you're just a practically jobless and optionless student, who can do nothing but embrace the traffic and pray to the 'signal baba' to 'go green'
     One may complain about the poor infrastructure of the city, it is actually on its way to get an identity of its own! If not you, your children, your grandchildren or at least their children may be able to relish the comforts of the monorail and metro(affirmation implied)
     If you think that I've missed out on waterways as there is no option here, then the railways..here comes the MEGA BLOCK! And when i write this,an analogy flashes through my mind. Like Mumbai is the heart of the nation, her local trains... are her arteries and veins (pardon me.. side effects of being a sciences student) and even one blockage can disrupt everything. Mumbaikars actually face this every Sunday! And plus, if you're a student, early morning tutorials sound preferable... better than late afternoons!
    Though, the pitied ones are from Kalwa, Thane, Belapur. Weekends may be rivals, but only great company at college can help them survive the painstaking travel each day!
Sitting on the seat of a bus, cab or train and burning your derriere is certainly not how your journey should be!

PROJECT 365

     As 2011 comes to an end in the next 24 hours...I have decided to keep myself busy in a project. PROJECT 365!The name itself indicates, 365, something I will, by rule, do for all the days of the year!
     Some of you may call it an annual resolution. But, mind it, this one is not meant to be broken!
     I have decided to capture one emotion, experience, adventure, memory, randomness or just something that is worth a look or even a glance.. everyday. 
     One photograph, one day, is all I am looking forward to! I'd rather suggest that you too pick up you mobile phone, digital camera and the Lucky asses can hold up your DSLR's and go.. 'click click click'
     In this way, I believe, not one day in 2012 will be sans a memoir from each day! When you look back upon that day and either marvel at your talent or ask yourself,"what was I thinking??" May be, at least maybe that will bring a smile on your face, and you'll smack your head!
 So cheers to a new year, to which I am truly looking forward to... Or to the new year, that I am doubtful about being a part of. Well, who knows if 2012 marks the end of the Earth?
     All I know is.. if the Earth comes to an end in 2012, I'd be a tormented soul... for have slogged out one year as an HSC student... don't I deserve to GET A  LIFE???
  ;) so.. cheers!! for new year, project 365- a memoir to life, a new hope to degree college, new friends, new relations new lessons and of course.. LIFE!!

Can I?

This is one question we ask ourselves, every time we take up something new.. something that intrigues us.. something, that makes us ask ourselves... CAN I???
The answer to this is.. how can you really know, without venturing into something that you once thought you were capable of??
I have learnt, to leave my inhibitions behind and to let go, of the string that holds on to it, all the hope, expectation and desire.. because only then.. will I do what I am capable of!!

Am I gay?

     It was on his 17th birthday, on the 19th June 1973. A lavish birthday party, Las Vegas was the theme. All the guests were in the best of their appearances. Sujoy, however was in a dilemma. He, for the first time in his life was in a jittery position. why? How? When? Is it normal? What should I do next? How can i confirm it? These were the questions he asked himself, when he felt the gush of his hormones when a pal of his hugged him.

     He was almost in disgust with himself. He ran toward the washroom. Locked it from within. Looked into the mirror and slapped himself. As though he wasn't allowed to be who he really was. As if what he felt was wrong. His disbelief left him in tears, hidden from the world, his social group who were celebrating for him. He cried his heart out in his loneliness. This time it was not about society or family, it was about self acceptance. 38 years back, when the concept of homosexuality either resulted into alienation or just sentenced as 'empowerment of the body by an evil spirit' meanwhile, Sujoy preferred to be silent.

     Sujoy didn't know what to do, and whom to consult and perhaps did what anybody would have. He is a divorcee today. As soon as the 377 act was passed by the jurisdiction, he knew that he didn't have the right to ruin another life. 

No sooner than he fled to Madrid, hoping that he would never, have to turn around and come back; did he meet the other part of his soul, Stefano. At the age of 35, Sujoy was finally happy, he was content with what he had.

Stefano encouraged Sujoy to come back to his nation and help the youth of his country.

not everyone is strong enough to take a stand and Sujoy was one of them.
However, the reality is, 47% of the Indian youth doubts their sexual orientation. Its not about what people think of you, its about what you think of yourself. Help yourself to walk out of such a situation, with your head held high, plus a solution would do just fine!

     This one is for those you either don't understand homosexuality or are simply adamant, not to accept. You are accepted as an individual, its time you learn to ACCEPT!. Its time to spread your arms and embrace people who fight and argue with themselves. Seek the courage to understand their agony. Pull them out of their rage and insecurities about survival. Help them believe in what they are.

     According to several studies, 60% of gays in India don't agree to conduct any surveys. They are rather embarrassed about themselves. From the remaining 40%,  98 out of 100 would rather marry a person of the opposite sex, than accept who they are. ONLY 2% of the Indian population who are gay, have shook hands with the desires of their soul and body. Lets lessen the difference, get our pals together. Be proud of your friends and family who confess to you! Love them and express to them, how much they are wanted!

Morning Raga.

     Dipping in the sea earlier these days, the sun has let the moon take over the great moods of the audience. Hypnotising us in the midst of the dark sky,the moon becomes the reason to a million smiles and moments spent in awe.

     Just walking by the lane, the wind hit me, like it was an indication, of a new start!
It felt like, its time to take a step aside form the daily track of my fast life, and let the breeze seep into me. Like its time, to put the cottons in the back of my closet and dust the woollens.
Like the chilled glass of lemon-aide and ice-candy should be given a miss and the coffee mug should be rinsed & kept ready to be poured in with the hot and steamy beverage.
Like, the sweaty neck and the tied up hair are meant to be left behind and the flowing hair around my shoulders ought to be noticed!
Time for the tube of lip balm in my pocket!
Time to rub your palms and tuck your arms!
A/Cs are to be abandoned, fritters and fries, #1 on the menu!
WINTER CANT GET ANY BETTER!!
waiting for you, Mr. Wind..... come knock me down!

Lost and Found

     Adding to all the analogies, today is a special one. To all those who lose something, find it, Cherish the moment, as well as for those who never get the opportunity to!
     Lost and Found reminds me of  school days. When I'd cross my fingers and walk past the corridor toward the lost property room,a dark dingy place with a peculiar odor, in hopes to find my lost pouch, I'd look for it in all the possible places. Sometimes, in a very rare corner would I find something similar to my pouch, and further hope that all the material in it is intact. Very rarely would i find all my pens and pencils in it! Many a times, a few pens would be missing and sometimes, I would find an extra scale in it and that moment of finding a brand new scale would also bring a smile on to my face!
     Today, when I am actually writing this, I consider the people in my life, like my pouch.[you could chuckle over it, or actually think]
     Yes, be them friends or family, a lost and found incident always comes along all of us!
The lost property room actually resembles my life. Covered with dust.. with people who don't belong to me and when I look carefully, in the furthest corners, I find those whom I can pick up the right and claim to be mine!
     Often, those pens and pencils in my pouch are the qualities Ive known my friends with. Seldom, when i meet them after long,[long lost friends that we call them] I think back and try recollecting whether those pens are familiar to me or not.. sometimes the new pens need to be smoothed, I need to get accustomed to them. While the new scale in the pouch comes as a complete surprise, so do certain beautiful aspects to them bring a new dimension to the relationship!
      Sometimes those close people lie in the most obvious places, yet I don't look, why? because its just too obvious to look in those places.. or I'd rather not look for some people. Like in school, I'd not look for my old pouch. I'd love it so much, that even after it had torn, i had stitched it up, but lately, i would end up losing a pen or two everyday.Its high time I'd got a new pouch. It was just not worth the struggle to hold on to it, just like we don't hold on to certain relationships after we know, we have an intuition that they are not meant to live for any longer.
Its like, some pens, come along for the "3 hours" examinations, while some pencils have to be sharpened rigorously. Well now, Its time to give up your pencil and get yourself a new pen pencil... all you need to do is, add the lead , like the virtue of your personality. All that matters is the lead and not the plastic cover.. just like all that matters is, your soul! THE REAL YOU!
    

A submarine of questions

      I often judge my way of writing as analogical and comparative, on a different level.

      What's fey today? QUESTIONS! When I face just too much at one time, in one go, its be like I am trapped in a.. submarine! Locked up, alone.

 With it being the only possible place I could breathe peacefully, I end up getting perfectly claustrophobic! I want to leave this mechanical submarine as I see the beautiful fauna underwater, through the window. But I then realise, what a disaster it would be, to see the entire flora in just one breath.. and then either drown down exasperated... or float back to the surface.. the reality!

    I often feel like just runing away from all the questions I come across. As I see that nobody, absolutely nobody around me feels the same way, their lives seem to be so much better. Just like, my submarine is, in the cruel-most ways bliss to me, and the saline water is to the fish outside, if I step into the shoes of anybody else, life would rather be like me in the water out there, and the fish...you know where!

      May be all I need to do is, learn to sail my sub, my life and bring it up, onto the shore, because, after all, the land is where I belong to!

Dear Love,

     I have so much to thank you for!
You are not a mere feeling, emotion, or gesture. You are an expression, of attachment, excitement, pleasure and peace!
You bring a smile onto every body's face. You are one thing (if you wouldn't mind me calling you a thing, ) that I gather more, only on sharing you the most! You give people the assurance of security, the realisation that they are wanted, by the people they "love"!
We know how much we owe you. It can cost a life time to feel you, be in the place where you are, and have always been at!
Though sometimes,  we all in some stage of life or other, do come across the feeling of not having you.. Like you are there, from me, to others, but not the other way round, and that makes me question you. Why are you biased?
Why do you let some people have you to the fullest, till they abuse you existence, and, why do you create anxiousness in the lot, in aspiration of feeling you by the wind blowing across your face? Why do they rather lose hope of ever facing a windy evening?
I know, you are well aware that my next question ought to be,"why do some people get it the easy way, while some have to stumble onto the rocky path?" Yet in none of my pleading former letters to you, have you replied to my query. WHY?
It almost feels like I am in the middle of a canyon and nobody can hear me yell for help, and right when I see a chopper pass by, I LOSE MY VOICE!!!
Oh love, your filled with irony and underlined meaning. I wonder whether there is still murk under your crystal clear appearance of running water!!
Oh love, you always make me stand back when I think I may quit!!
Oh love, You make me question, whether I have shared you enough to get some of you for myself, or have I given you away so much, that now, you seem incomplete to my soul? 
                                                                           Yours,                  
                                                                       Sneha Shetty.

This one is for YOU!

     Too many years of friendship to count on my fingers.

      Not a memory in my mind, but a journey in my heart, that, a few years ago, I didn't  want to travel with you. The trio, of Gunjan, Sneha, Madhura... we have spent almost a decade as friends!

     The Holi we celebrated together, digging up a huge pit for the bonfire and snack up at midnight with roasted coconut, making strategies for the "girls v/s boys" Holi war on the terrace, followed by jalebi, bread roll, and dosas!!!

     The Hide and Seek, gold spot, badminton! While the more interesting days were in the corridor playing treasure hunt and painting eachothers' faces after we'd get bored of my big painting book! The shoe boxes filled with our Pokemon and Dragon Ball- Z cards.. Bus tickets and the bus-bus we played with my little blue cycle. Teacher-Teacher at our homes! Science practicals!! oof.... they where so so tough.[making a glass of tang with perfect measurements, dude, you cant get away with that!]

     While Gunjan and Madhura, loved playing with their barbies, Teeku and I would get enthused with our hot wheels. What actually reminds me of BARBIES, is the zillion times we got our dolls married... oh it was so lame.. but I'll never really deny that I did that!

     Fighting with you, and at the end of the face off, we'd cry and confess how much we loved each other[ actually hate each other]

But those tears, I'd rather not see them again. May be all those petty fights and cruel arguments, then, is what has made us what we are, now. "Confession Days" is what we call them, buckets full of tears, hours together, getting out all the frustrations and my huge and tight hugs, that would almost deprive you of a breath...[now you know.. I really wanted to kill you]

The funniest days were when I taught you to ride your bicycle![ bitch, you are the elder one.. ain't that supposed to be your job?] However the major task was to get rid of those side wheels. I'd love hitting you with the cane when you'd give up... may be that is what your learnt in the long run... "Don't Quit" At the end of every session, the pepsi cola, was rejuvenating... and, this again remind me of the great, great parties we had!

     The first one starting from 1/- per head! Asking for those 100...paise was a dreadful dead! [ arre tu hal ke mummy ko bol na... chillayegi!] our regular dialogues.. weren't they? Later, the green cheetose became the eye candy.. not because they were tasty.. but the quantity.... enough for our ever growing appetite.

As time has passed, our standards have improved.. our love for food is immortal, the craving for chicken is killing.. Now, 2 pizzas, chicken wings, pasta, garlic breads, then a tender coconut ice cream and then a gold medal ribbon from BR in waffle cone with hot chocolate fudge....isn't enough... we can even bid all our money.. even the last penny for the ride back home... but food comes first... before life too!!!

     May be today I don't meet you too often, like I used to, around # years back. But I like it better this way, once in a month or so... because then we have so much to share with each other... so much to chit-chat about... The funny part is, you stay just one flight of stairs away from me, and all the window talks we've had... "Sneha.. moti phone kyu nai utharahi?"

and I reply to that..."Guddu.... tu... sukadi... number- changed!"

     Now I have so much to tell you so much, without thinking. You are probably one of the closest and dearest people to me, in whose presence, I can fart aloud![i know its not that pleasing...] But I mean, I can cry, yell, laugh, smile, blush and even learn the latest slang in town!  ;)

     We're like opposites.. antonyms..you are as much as a girl, as much as I can be the guy!

You have taught me the most important lesson of life so far, "Don't set boundaries and limitations for yourself, Because you ought to break free, just go with your gut feeling.. but don't do anything that displeases you, or the people you love."

     Happy Birthday Guddu!

  Loads of love, on your 19th year to your luxurious and dynamic life!

[save your butt.. because you're going to get 19 birthday bombs]

My FIRST Crush..!!

    I was at my cousin's home one day. He was with a couple of his mates playing video games. One of his friends, in my clear memory, was indeed very cute! He was fast, knew amusing tricks, handsome with a moustache and he had a red cap! He could break bricks, not with his hands or legs, but with his head! "What a gentle man!" I thought to myself. I could see myself as the princess he wanted to rescue from the dangerous and evil monsters!

     Whom am i talking about? Its Mario. Usually girls prefer Dave, but my greatest hero ever, is 

Mario, or should i say, "SUPER MARIO"

      I have spent months together in my summer vacations to get Mario to his princess... after all, I didn't want him to be upset for too long, did I?? All the levels were at the tip of my finger tips and of course on the joystick! My television video game set rocked big time!!!
Scorching heat all afternoon and me at home with chilled lemonade... and super mario!!!

    Till today, there hasn't been one single man, as cool as Mario!
     I love you Mario! Kids these days love you no more.. though i do.. i still do!!