We hesitate to call ourselves 'best friends'.I still wouldnt say it because I know she will read this.She has promised me she will. But as far as I know, she has little interest in reading.Why would she read this then?Well....the answer is quite simple.....she'll read this because she does not like(I hope she'll enjoy it now)reading.
31st December(new years eve) is no day to be taken as any other day especially when its also the birth date of a close(i actually mean,best)friend.But I wouldnt be myself if I do what's obvious.The terrible happened. I forgot her birthday. The day was forgotten till I called her up some two months later.This unforgivable,unforgettable mistake was easily let off by my friend.I was glad.
22nd March-Many people called me up and wished me a happy birth day.I admit I was expecting a call from my friend. I was hopeful till the very last second of the day.She didn't call.She didn't call?I was sure she had forgotten. I called her up two days later and we talked for some 30 minutes till I told her I am eligible to watch 'Being Cyrus',an adult movie."Not so fast!" she said "You ain't 18 yet.You'll turn 18 on......".And there was a pause followed by a long (and irritating) apology."I ought to be punished"she said"And so I'll read your blog tomorrow."I was happy.(I was happy?Why should I be happy when people use my blog as a source of punishment!)So, if she really feels sorry, she'll read this. To make her feel better,I said"That was just 'Tit for Tat'.Wasn't it?"This was a mistake.I could imagine her eyes twinkling and a mischeivous smile lighting up her face."Yeah."she said"Tit for Tat.And you weren't punished!"
Oops!So after she has read(tolerated)my blog,it'll be my turn.She does 'my' thing and I'll have to do 'her' thing. So what will it be?Scolding boys,shopping for long(i mean really long),or turning blank CDs into coasters and rags into designer wears.Well friend,whatever it will be,I'll do it.Afterall,it got to be 'Tit fot Tat'!
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Call me talkative
"And what is the best thing you like to do,Pooja?"
A spontaneous response poured out of the little girl's mouth
"Talking"
Though it was a very obvious answer,the teacher had not expected the girl to admit it.
'What's wrong if I love to talk?' the girl would think.But on every parent-teacher meetings, talking would be on the top of both the parent's and the teacher's 'complaint lists'.
"Practicing Random acts of kindness" was the school's thrust of the year.Teachers talked about it in the 'value education' classes.
"Do whatever you can do to help people." The teacher had said.
The best that Pooja could do was 'talk'.She had always disliked people complaining about her being 'talkative'. Why should they be complaining about it? She had thought.
Pooja used to see an old lady sitting in the lawn whole day.The old lady was her friend's grandmother and from what her friends said about her, pooja had realised that she was not loved.
She had understood(kids do understand!) that the women sat alone in the lawn trying to escape the reality(that now seemed to be inescapable).Pooja saw the lady's grandchildren ignoring her some times and laughing at her at other times.(being laughed at was perhaps better than being ignored.You laugh at something when you are aware of its existence.)
"Amma......"The little girl called out to the old lady.Pooja saw the lady smiling for the very first time.
If one word can do that, what must all that i have do-Pooja was amazed.
And then every day was filled with innocent words for the old lady and magical smiles for the little girl.
'I am talkative.Everybody tell me that I am talkative. I love to be called talkative! And I love to talk to 'amma'.I feel so very happy when amma smiles.She is a nice women.Theres just one little problem' she thought 'amma speaks a different language.'
A spontaneous response poured out of the little girl's mouth
"Talking"
Though it was a very obvious answer,the teacher had not expected the girl to admit it.
'What's wrong if I love to talk?' the girl would think.But on every parent-teacher meetings, talking would be on the top of both the parent's and the teacher's 'complaint lists'.
"Practicing Random acts of kindness" was the school's thrust of the year.Teachers talked about it in the 'value education' classes.
"Do whatever you can do to help people." The teacher had said.
The best that Pooja could do was 'talk'.She had always disliked people complaining about her being 'talkative'. Why should they be complaining about it? She had thought.
Pooja used to see an old lady sitting in the lawn whole day.The old lady was her friend's grandmother and from what her friends said about her, pooja had realised that she was not loved.
She had understood(kids do understand!) that the women sat alone in the lawn trying to escape the reality(that now seemed to be inescapable).Pooja saw the lady's grandchildren ignoring her some times and laughing at her at other times.(being laughed at was perhaps better than being ignored.You laugh at something when you are aware of its existence.)
"Amma......"The little girl called out to the old lady.Pooja saw the lady smiling for the very first time.
If one word can do that, what must all that i have do-Pooja was amazed.
And then every day was filled with innocent words for the old lady and magical smiles for the little girl.
'I am talkative.Everybody tell me that I am talkative. I love to be called talkative! And I love to talk to 'amma'.I feel so very happy when amma smiles.She is a nice women.Theres just one little problem' she thought 'amma speaks a different language.'
Thursday, March 09, 2006
I OBJECT
His beauty pierces the blinding light and penetrates into my heart through my eyes.Some of it climbs upto my mind.And then i realise that its not beauty. Its deceit.I realise that God is not what we think he is. He is just the 'audience'.He sits back and pretends he runs the show.This show can run without audience, for what is a show for him is life for us.And someone ought to tell him he is not needed.So I take the charge.
"Mr. God ,(you ought to change your name.Many misconceptions associated with it!) we all respect you so much. We pray to you, we thank you and we love you. But why do we do this?You think you can have all the praises and prayers and then you can just sit there and watch us 'funny' people singing, dancing, struggling and crying?I object."
He stands there and smiles.
"We cry, you smile. We live, you smile. We kill, you smile. We cheat, you smile. We die,you smile. Is that what you are going to do forever? You still smile and I object."
As I object, he smiles.It irritates me and I try my best not to let my eyes stream.
"You.......you are the cause when you know you have the power to be the end of all miseries.Why don't you do anything? Why not punish the evil people? Why let the good ones go?I need an answer. I am waiting for one and you stand there silent. I object."
Finally, his expressions change and he speaks some words.
He is gone and the words still echo.
Everything gets dissolved. The words stand. The words haunt.
The words...........'Objection overruled!'
"Mr. God ,(you ought to change your name.Many misconceptions associated with it!) we all respect you so much. We pray to you, we thank you and we love you. But why do we do this?You think you can have all the praises and prayers and then you can just sit there and watch us 'funny' people singing, dancing, struggling and crying?I object."
He stands there and smiles.
"We cry, you smile. We live, you smile. We kill, you smile. We cheat, you smile. We die,you smile. Is that what you are going to do forever? You still smile and I object."
As I object, he smiles.It irritates me and I try my best not to let my eyes stream.
"You.......you are the cause when you know you have the power to be the end of all miseries.Why don't you do anything? Why not punish the evil people? Why let the good ones go?I need an answer. I am waiting for one and you stand there silent. I object."
Finally, his expressions change and he speaks some words.
He is gone and the words still echo.
Everything gets dissolved. The words stand. The words haunt.
The words...........'Objection overruled!'
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