Tuesday, 19 March 2013

THE FIRST CRUSH...


The firsts are never forgotten.

Our parents can never forget the first word we spoke. Our parents can never forget the first time we walked. Our parents can never forget the first step we took into school.

There are many firsts in our life as we grow up.  Our first friend, our first teacher, our first bunk, the first book we’ve read and most important of all, our first crushes.

First crushes are unforgettable.

Once a friend (guy) asked, “Why do girls have crushes on celebrities?” My answer was quite simple- “Girls have crushes on celebrities because the chances of heart breaks are too rare since it was obvious that it was just one sided liking. Moreover, the celebrity doesn’t even know that we exist.” “And how might that prove your point?” he asked again. “IT proves my point because,” I said, “a girl does not have to go through the heartbreaks that she is bound to go through if she likes someone within her reach.” I won the argument there and then, but didn’t quite realize that I might end up doing the same thing. I didn’t know that I might fall for a person so near yet so far. It was hard to believe and difficult to digest.

I wasn’t the one to feel much because of my past experiences. But, this was something different. It is like liking a celebrity because you know that he doesn’t even know you exist. At the same time, it is also like liking a friend because you were his friend for as long as five years. One look at him would turn me numb. One look would make me want to give him everything I have. One look would have me stunned for some reason. Yet, all of this remains only in my heart to go with me to the grave.

Years have passed since the first time I saw him. Yet, he has the same effect on me.

What is it? Madness, I would say.

Why do I not pursue him? Why do I not tell him how I feel?

Ha! Because, I fear. I fear that I might lose him as a friend. But, then again, he doesn’t talk to me anyway.
It does come down to looks every time, doesn’t it? Sometimes, it has got nothing to do with what you are inside. It has everything to do with how beautiful you look or how smart (or shrewd) you are. It has got nothing to do with the fact that looks could be deceiving.

We are strangers to each other. It is difficult for an outsider to believe that we were once friends. We were FAMILIAR STRANGERS indeed.

Saturday, 16 March 2013

What if?


What if, What if, What if

What if I was a little braver?
What if I could stand by my word?
What if I could do crazy things in this crazy crazy world?

What if I could dance?
What if I could draw?
What if I could become a part of R.A.W?

What if I was in love?
What if I sang?
What if I belonged to the world’s most dangerous gang?

What if I was a guy?
What if there were no lies?
What if humans could fly in the high skies?

It would be fun to know
How my life would be,
It would be different
As  far as my inner eye could see.
To life,
“What if” is not the question to ask,
The question is “Can you” do the task.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

My Little Sister

My little sister Aarushi,
Does her work meticulously.

She is a sweet and innocent girl,
With black hair and a long curl.

No one's allowed to touch her things,
She shoos off even a bee which may sting.

She is her most favorite thing,
Her next best favourite thing is me.

It is awesome to know how nice is she,
She is God's best gift to me.

If Cockaroaches could talk...

I was walking down the subway stair,
I heard someone hissing there!
Then I shrieked out loud but no one heard
This is what from the cockroach I heard:

"Hi, I am a cockroach,

My friends call me Roach-Roach.

When I was small
My mother told me all.
How my ancestors saw the dinosaurs fall!

When I went scurrying into Rita's house,
I realized that I was accompanied by a mouse.

Rita was running here and there,
She thought we were some sort of a scare.

Rita suddenly screamed, "Ouch!"
Not because I bit her
But because she hit the couch.

I do not know why
You have misconceptions about us,
Well, you don't know the truth
Only our clan does.

The truth is confidential I cannot tell it to you,
Now, I have to watch a commercial, so let me go, will you?"

PUFF! The nightmare was over
And I was awoken by the thought-
"Thank God, cockroaches couldn't talk."

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

What Next?

When I passed SSC,
People asked me, "What next?"

When I passed HSC,
People asked, "What next?"

When I graduated,
People asked, "What next?"

When I got a job,
People asked, "What next?"

When I got married,
People asked, "What next?"

When I had children,
People asked, "What next?"

When they went to school,
People asked, "What next?"

When they got married,
People asked, "What next?"

When they had children,
People asked, "What next?"


I did not have an answer for this now
Because there was nothing left to know how
I could find an answer to the question-
"What next?" now



MY DEFINITION OF HAPPINESS


Once someone asked a man, “What is happiness?” He simply answered in one word, “Money.” And most of the people might even agree with him. I did not quite agree with him though.  To the peopIe who said that they did not agree with him, he would say just this: “Though money can’t buy happiness, we prefer crying in a BMW than in a cycle rickshaw.” I did not know what happiness was; but I was sure of one thing- Money wasn’t it!
I did not know what happiness was exactly, not until today. Few days ago, I was at my cousins’ place. They have a bungalow in Pune. Like others, they have appointed a maid to do their house hold chores. When they talked to her every day, they realized that the maid’s daughter and son were actually school going children. Instead of going to school, the son would sit at home and waste his time, while the daughter would help her mother in her work. When my aunt asked them about why they weren’t in school, the maid said that they couldn’t afford the education.
So my aunt came up with a really good idea. She decided to teach them for free. From what I understood, the children were hesitant to come to learn at first. But in a few days, they brought companions with them. Within no time, the number of students had increased from 2 to 7. They have fun learning. These children were really good at a subject that I loathed the most- MATHEMATICS. Unbelievably, these children have fun solving the problems in Maths; so much so that the teachers fall short of problems to give them.
When I was at their place, I had an opportunity to teach these children. They were having so much fun studying that I also found teaching them enjoyable. This, I felt, was real happiness for me. I felt happy in the true sense of the word. It gave me full satisfaction to do what I did today. I was really happy and satisfied that I was an active participant of making our country’s future bright.
The feeling was something that cannot be described in words but I have tried my level best to do so.
It is said that- Charity is something where you give something out of what is precious to you and time is the most precious thing anyone has.
I gave a part of my time to those children and let me tell you it was worth it!

Monday, 10 October 2011

That Familiar Stranger...


Far away I see a face,
So familiar and so full of glaze.

But as time passed by it disappeared in the crowd,
“Why so?” I would think aloud.

I enquired here and I enquired there,
But no one had a moment to spare.

I was really confused
And some things weren’t clear,
But then I found that face
When I looked into the mirror.