Tantrums

I woke up before my alarm today

And let Mother pour oily love into my hair & tie two silly plaits

My uniform hasn't looked neater, my shoelaces knottier

My homework is done, I licked my mug of stinky Complan clean

At school also, everything went great!

In the free lecture, I revised for the class test next week & munched on potato shells

That's just how I celebrate. Disciplined. Placid. Constrained.

"Chal na, bunk karkey throwball khelte hain!"

They winked. I refused. It was too risky.

But by the time I got home, my hair was a frizzy mess

The coffee had gone stone cold & files had plagued my desk

My online payments are overdue. My credit card is frozen

I'm out of breath, perpetually out of time. And the alarm clock is broken

Too tired to sneak out an extra Toblerone from the fridge when Mother isn't looking

Counting the hours of sleep I'll get, incessantly groaning.

Cussing the sunshine. Sometimes, even the rain. And rickshaw waalas.

When will I ever play a sport again?

And what about that trek? And that long drive to nowhere?

And walking in the rain, instead of tip-toeing over the muck?

And sipping on masala chai for the taste, not just to stay up?

Adults ought to learn to throw tantrums

And stop being so overworked in the head

Starting today, I will breathe slowly, smile generously

I will NOT go to work today

In fact, I won't even get out of bed.. :)

On making a comeback

This would've been a lot easier if I was the elder of the Kapoor sisters. Or Mrs. Bachchan Junior. Or best, Madhuri Dixit Nene. Yes, I'd even prefer that. Comeback Queen, she is! But well..

My writing habit eluded me in the midst of a year of exams, interviews, training sessions in communication, management, MS Excel (heck, I love Excel though) & incidents involving: strangers, grammatical errors, kitten heels, libraries, BEST buses (& my love for the double decker type), the sea, the beach, driving, board games & some crazy birthday celebrations. Small scribbles in my diary weren't enough & eventually, those died out too.

I convinced myself that it was okay, I could always write later & tried to focus on the conventionally important things instead. Soon enough, I realised that the most important thingsin life..aren't things! (hehe..run of the mill gyaan, you're welcome) & that my writing, however juvenile it may be at times, is my meditation (along with long drives, especially on highways. More on that later!)

Clearly, a lot has been left *long pause* unwritten. Thankfully, I have slayed the monster I call Procrastination & emerged victorious, back here. So hello to all, & to all, a good day!

You will hear from me soon. Yes, you.