Pat on My Back

This morning I broke my dad’s favorite watch. It was a gift to him by my mom as a wedding gift. I got scared, you know how moms and dads go crazy when we break ‘antiques’. But to my surprise, my mom was excited and said, “Alas, he’ll buy a new one”. So, I got a pat on my back.

Being the only writer in our group I’m loaded with work having weird two hour deadlines. So when a cute little servicing chick came up to me with some silly changes I got really furious and gave out to her. I was shocked to see my boss standing behind me but not reacting. I thought I've lost my chances here. Just when I was about to lose all hope, my boss made that girl ran away. He hated her guts for some reason. Anyway, I got a pat on my back.

My friend believes I’m lazy when it comes to meeting her and taking out time for her out of my busy (read; very busy) schedule. She understands but always complain. This Saturday, when she about to have a nervous breakdown and was just about to go all mad at me, I gave her a surprise visit. She couldn't believe herself and almost fainted finding me at her place. I got a nervous breakdown filled faint pat on my back.

It was my nephew’s birthday. He is a sweet naughty child. I asked him what he would want as a gift and he cutely replied, I want to build myself a house with Lego’. Being a nice bua I got him his Lego boxes, by almost going nuts searching for them. I gave him his gift and tried to kiss him but couldn't because he was busy giving me a pat on my back!

We had gone for trekking a month ago. For a person who fears heights, it was quite a challenge. And there was an interesting combination up there. Some were too fast while climbing up and some were too slow. Me being a part on none, had to climb up the trail almost alone. So when we reached our destination, my friends gave me a pat on my back.

While everybody is busy giving me a pat on my back, I stopped for a while to think why am I proud of myself? Or am I proud of myself at all? I couldn't get an answer. Everything seems mixed up. You’ll get to know this why if you've read my previous post. But then I thought it’s been going pretty well for me. All my work is getting released. I haven’t lost anything in a while, except for an empty wallet. I haven’t fell on the road just like that and broken my legs. Yes, these are good enough reasons for me to be proud. So, yes I am proud of myself and by the time you finish reading, I would be giving myself a Pat on My Back!





[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts: 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – Pat on the Back - Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.]

It’s All Mixed Up!

It was raining yesterday in Gurgaon. All of us were excited, you know watching it rain outside the window and then turning your head back towards your computer gives a sudden charge to your brain which forces you to leave your seat and go outside that instant! But to my surprise, it wasn’t all breezy and cool outside. It was humid! I had frost on my glasses; my forehead and nose were layered with moisture and not even a single strand of my hair (which I untied specially) was moving!

Everything is so mixed up! Rain, humidity, heat – everything! If someone would ask how you’re feeling, nobody would be able to give a clear answer. I am mixed up and my year up till now too!

It seems I have been on some mixed emotion spree for these seven months! It all began well though, joining a new job in the beginning of the year and then leaving it in not more than two months! Wasn’t my fault, people there were quite messed up! It was good that I left the job; I finally heard the cries of my rough cut movie videos and edited the film with my almost-not-similar-to-me partner. It brought us laurels too. We were the runners up of a renowned Film Festival and a special mention for another one. Well, we didn’t get selected for the third film festival! No, no, no hopes lost! But yeah, the third one was the special one!

I had to move on. So I joined another job. Thankfully, I met some awesome cool people here so it has been going great. I had also released a TVC, but my boss usually laughs at me. She says it’s a TVC about rice, quite useless! So, I accepted the reality and am quite living with it too.

The year has been quite nice for me in terms of birthdays and all. I have been on some quite nice trips with friends. One where we had to come back from the front gate of the Neemrana Fort and the other wherein I enjoyed but was quite annoyed with a lot of other things.

Rest everything has been going good so far. The thing that I’m happy about is that I’m able to blog these days. It’s mixed up here too. When I used to blog less often, people kept on asking me write more. Now that I’m writing more, no one except for some regular ones read it. I guess karma is playing hide and seek with me!

But nevertheless, I still hope all will go well by the time I reach September. It’s my favourite month. So are February and December! I just wish for winters to come. They always seem sorted to me. Dry, cold and sunny!

P.S. Happy Eid everyone!

[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts: 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – State of Your Year - Write up a mid-year “State of My Year” post.]

Your Life, The Book!

One’s life is…well it’s Life! Your journey towards eternity! It’s how you have lived with people and what all you have done, before you become a mere memory! Many people write their biographies; a long long essay of what their life has been all about. Whether it has been a smooth one or a roller coaster ride? Or maybe something else that only they themselves can describe well. It’s a story which they want the whole wide world to know about them. They weave their lives with words into a book.

Had my life been a book, it would have been a pretty nasty one. Considering the bi-polar (during that time of the month) crazy freak that I am, my autobiography would be like mixing mango’s sourness and a plum’s sweetness together. If you know what I mean!

I want to write my own biography, but C’mon someone else writing it for you is quite exciting as they interpret your life your way but with a subtle hint of their perception. So, I would have loved it if Shakespeare could write my biography for me!

Not just the fact that he’s the father of Literature; he is also a very romantic writer. He wrote Romeo and Juliet! Though I wouldn’t want him to kill me before becoming one with my beloved, I would go bonkers if he wrote for me. My Oh-So-Charming would become a little more handsome and I would be the woman with beauty and there would be a subtle hint of poetic awesomeness in air wherein our love would be like renaissance for all the romantic people out there.

Mine love would be like the unicorn, pure and my lover shall say to myself, “Thou art mine” and I shall embrace him with all the affection that I have. Just imagine if these lines would have been a part of my biography! Awesome it would have been, isn’t it?

Well, Shakespeare can’t come alive, not anytime anon. Not to write my biography at least. I had to come up with a name. I had to find my person. So, I thought my best friend could be a good choice to leave with the responsibility to write my biography! He’s a nice person. Just a little annoying, like all the best friends usually are but really cool. He’s been with me in almost all the crazy mad things that I have done, or at least he gets to know the whole story, uncensored. He’s not a writer though. Initially I thought it would be difficult for him to elaborate through words, but then he can always draw! In fact, he will only draw! My book will become an art version of my life! Detailed illustrations of how I fall on the road while walking, even if it’s completely dry or how I manage to be completely contradictive to the points I was fighting over after every five sentences I say in an argument. I believe it might become a little too embarrassing for me, but it will make everyone laugh so I think I can settle there. I shall leave in my will for him to illustrate my biography. He won’t otherwise. Artists are pretty lazy.

Uh, if someone wants to volunteer themselves, they can. What about you Sakshi and Sid? Will you guys write it for me? I wouldn’t mind some humor and satire in there too. I do am mean at times!

For me, I am just wondering will it be possible to write after I die. Like I wish for some ‘The Times of Heaven’ or some ‘The Hell Times’ to be up there. Well, advertising will be too much to ask for!



[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – Your Life, The Book - From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?]

MIRROR MIRROR

When I look into the mirror,

I see a girl,
Smiling back at me. 

With a hope in her eyes, she beholds the dream of a new world.

Where there would be no barriers, no limitations and no differences. 

Envisaging a world yet to be born!

When I look into the mirror,

I see a Superhero.

Waiting to discover his powers. Wanting to unleash them and make us rid of the
mistakes made by the owners of authority.

Waiting to correct the wrong and make it right. With a little chutzpah, being stupid but being the hero we all need!

When I look into the mirror,
I see my life.

A vision which excites me and gives me a strange pleasure.

I see people around me. Those who I see my life with.
Those with whom I share memories of laughter and sorrow. Of joy and despair.

When I look into the mirror,

I see myself.

A crazy woman with more than a thousand questions in her head.

Naïve inquisitiveness about everything that is happening around. A very strange desire for change and a need for inspiration.

When I look into the mirror,
I see a world.
Unseen by many. 

I say this because that is my imagination. My space.
A place where there is no place for being discontent.

A place where you can run wild and carefree.

When I look into the mirror,

I see this all.

And I see a dream for all of it to become true.


Written for Project 365.
Guest Author's Prompt; 'Mirror Mirror'.

'Happily Ever After'

Stories and fables, Fantasies and myths all of these are very strong opinion makers in our lives. So intricately entwined with the reality, we often forget rather seem incapable of differentiating between 'real' and 'reel'. One such fantasy, I believe to be is 'Happily Ever After'. The phrase makes me go crazy, literally, as I keep thinking, what will make me so satisfied that I can add this to my life; Happily Ever After!

I was happy when I got a job. I will be happier if I could build a house for me. And I'll be the happiest if Ambani would sponsor me! Seriously, who doesn't want that? But does it mean, being 'Happily Ever After' is all related to the materialistic pleasures? Maybe. Maybe not.

I was happy when I first met my best friend. I was happier when I met my other best friend. I will be the happiest if I get to make more best friends. Does that mean, people in your life will get to decide about when will your life be 'Happily Ever After'? Maybe. Maybe not.

I was happy when I first clicked a picture. I was happier when I got it published. I was the happiest when I saw my movie. My work gives me a lot of satisfaction. But does that mean, it will give me my 'Happily Ever After' day? Maybe. Maybe not.

We are happy when we have our loved ones with us. We are happy when someone says, "you look beautiful". We are happy when a child smiles at us. We are happy when we travel to new places. We are happy when we get to bathe in rain. We are happy listening to our favorite music. We are happy having fun with our friends. We are happy when we kiss. We can be happy all the time. But does that mean, we can be happy, the 'Happily Ever After' way? Maybe. Maybe not.

When we have little, we want more. When we get something, we want everything. And when we have everything, we want more of that everything. So when is it that we stop? We stop and we say, "I'm happy, 'Happily Ever After'".