DIRTY DATING!!!

 Mishti jain , a 21 year graduate from delhi university. Smart, intelligent and confident were the synonym for Misthi jain. Mishti experienced everything in her life in always a extreme way. Her parents were divorced when she was eight, so how she experienced extreme sadness. Happiness is something she felt now. few days back.. when her friend anuradha gave vishal( anuradha’s cousin) mishti’s cell number after mishti complimented vishal’s  looks on their family album. Vishal was eager to speak because any vaccation he comes to anuradha’s place ,like a chatter box anuradha spoke to him about mishti.. So inshort anuradha was the cupid !!!! They spoke over phone for long hours. Vishal couldn’t help but fall in love with her witty talks and smart replies. He knew it was her.. the perfect lady of his life. Mishti on the other hand was very practical, she thought it is impossible to love someone over phone.. THE DATE.. MISHTI and vishal sat together.. they odered cocktail ,starter..vishal kept on speaking … misthi couldn't even speak..she felt very uneasy sitting in front of the person.. who was of course a complete stranger(she never counted him a phone friend)..vishal was too good looking, his smile wrinkled till his eyes..sparky attractive guy ..but mishti could not think of anything else but to leave the place..vishal tried his best to make her feel good..but mishti was sweating outta nervousness.. mishti excused herself out of the place ..vishal on the other hand never believed if it was the same smart and confident mishti he spoke over phone.. What happened with mishti  was an anxiety syndrome when the conversation was just limited to technologies like –cell phone or chatting.. this is better known as “Modern female dating anxiety syndrome”

THE STORY OF A GIRL-1

She looked up. Although the drizzling rain pricked , it gave her  indefinite pleasure. The pleasure of feeling the rain drops all over her body , the water made its way from her eyes to mouth, she raised her hands the water came rolling to wet the rest of her body. She stayed there awestruck ,this was the first time she understood this rain feeling. when the drizzle changed to heavy rain , she opened her  umbrella , swinging and swirling in all the directions, just  to make  mimic one of the girl from the television,  she admired her, cause  the girl seemed so happy dancing in the rain. Now she realised it gave her happiness too, immense happiness.

Revati  is happy.

“ reva reva “ lata screamed seeing revati.  As she came closer ,revati ran away from her. The three year and a twenty four year race was obviously not fair. Revati was caught , but lata’s anger had disappeared. Lata  was long cooled when she discovered the glaze of happiness in her daughter’s eyes. They both enjoyed the rain.

Lata and revati are happy.

MY LOVE/CRUSH DON'T COST A THING-2

Nothing can be as stupid as not to let your feelings out. Well its not easy when the curry or rather a irish stew of one way track love puts on the age old blanket of ego over you... The sad toast to life was that he left,.. yaa farewell.. senior!!!!...no more secret stares not even a glance           

 sob sob…

sob sob..

 

the second last page of my small Barbie diary with a tic tac locking system... where I filled every where with half hearts.. and thought why I’m not lucky .. unlucky enough..or being lucky- no time for love..hah.!                                  

komal sat there staring at me, she raised her brow’s “ what the  old loser’ love story or rather crush story”..and was laughing her a** off… it was only she who found the words funny…for me the words pierced my heart to break it further more..…

“ u knw I ll miss him too, I miss the vintage love u had for  him , and the way u blushed like a crazy fool..hahahha..”

she came to me n saw the half hearts “oh u poor thing”

I bursted into tears and heavy sob… “ you are correct , I am a bigtime loser.. only a loser like me can have this age and lengthy crush.. but to tell u its neither flirt nor obsession..leave it!! pyaar impossible!!”….

                                                              (to be contd..)

 

LOSING INNOCENCE!!

" mommy !!..i wont have my breakfast .. i'm getting late"..mommy was almost running after me to stuck the aloo ka parantha in my mouth..
the school bus was honking till i reached the bus..mommy was way behind with the plate in her hand..from the movin bus i saw mommy smiling at me...but then i wasn't looking at her... but beside her near the gate i found someone staring at the same food i refused to !!!
what did the young girl lacked..??
a life like me!!but life is not same for everyone ..
a mommy like mine??
may be!!?
or money to buy food??
this sounds quite appropriate!!
what should she do now .. start earning...??
if soo can u explain me "childhood"...

An estimated 158 million children aged 5-14 are engaged in child labour - one in six children in the world. Millions of children are engaged in hazardous situations or conditions, such as working in mines, working with chemicals and pesticides in agriculture or working with dangerous machinery. They are everywhere but invisible, toiling as domestic servants in homes, labouring behind the walls of workshops, hidden from view in plantations.
In Sub-Saharan Africa around one in three children are engaged in child labour, representing 69 million children.
In South Asia, another 44 million are engaged in child labour.
The latest national estimates for this indicator are reported in Table 9 (Child Protection) of UNICEF's annual publication The State of the World's Children.
Children living in the poorest households and in rural areas are most likely to be engaged in child labour. Those burdened with household chores are overwhelmingly girls. Millions of girls who work as domestic servants are especially vulnerable to exploitation and abuse.
Labour often interferes with children’s education. Ensuring that all children go to school and that their education is of good quality are keys topreventing child labour.

COUTERSY : UNICEF.

abhay's weak sick life -2..

ABHAY BITES THE DUST!!

i was staring at the name plate on the table,it said
Dr. P.Muttukumar
Dr.P.Mutthukumar was very lucid by his looks, it took me no seconds to realise to be sure on the fact what he expected before the tests and scan were all true.. like a kid i put my hand behind and crossed my fingers.. but the incredulity was still on my face.. and i knew whatever he ll speak is obvious to upset me...
finally Dr.Muttukumar broke his silence..
"abhay triwedi ,.. the excessive.."
the telephone beside gave loud rings which added on to my nervousness....he picked up the call spoke something in tamil , picked his stehoscope, an hurried out of the cabin.. i just turned to see him go..
one hour passed..i wonder why he was tantalizing me, well Dr. muttukumar i  was almost prepared to listen to the consequences.. i removed my crossed fingers..
"mutthu r u nuts, cant u see abhay is waiting for you.." i thot as eva in my self entered world.. i wonder why people pay such a hiking price to consult him .. i peeped out of the cabin to see a long queue waiting for him...is he really worth it??
his handwriting was the shabbiest thing i have ever seen ...his book shelves had thick books and in one such book where my eyes got stuck was..
TRICHOLOGY BY P.MUTTHUKUMAR ...
I stared at the name plate again ..
Dr.P.Mutthukumar
cosmotologit
MBBS,MD-AIIMS
well obviously no doubt he is worth .. but the point is he worth curing me??
suddenly the silence broked and my thoughts jerked .."sorry abhay "..he put is bulky body in the chair... it was a perfect fit..
he verified my reports again..and finally
"abhay ..there is just one thing performing an hair impantation wont be worthy ..they have side effect like you see..Biofibre are artificially made plastic fibers. They are implanted by special instrumentations using reversible knots. But being foreign body no matter how inert creates complications like infection and immunological rejection and very high number of patients. Even the International Society of Hair Restoration Surgery inshort ISHRS has also recommended caution against its use.... i wont talk much about it...my medications cant cure this baldness of yours..
this is not only because of your earlier alcohol consumption or chain smoking but baldness are genetical too.. so i'm sorry to inform you that getting your natural hairs back is next to impossible.."
i was galvanized some how managed to stand up..my heart experiened a heavy lump..."thank you siR"...
i think he saw me pushing back my tears... "abhay look for the other side always,a positive frame of mind ..think for the other important things ahead of you,rather than to cover the least things..
but i dont know what last hope made me ask him " but sir whats the cost of a hair transplantation"
"ABHAY.. forget it..$11 per hair aprox" he stamped his fist on his table..
I GAWKED...

THE THEORY OF "MOVING ON"/"GETTING OVER"

I sat there with the feelings, feelings that will never be considered and wont bother me after few months when I will be on my own way to some new place ,lost in between new faces,,
The akka picked up my empty can and the half eaten papdi chat plate… sh*t , I could have lend her a smile..
Third page ”cat application”, the lame brain tried to solve . one hundred and fifty minutes and ninety questions to answer. Well to bell the cat was never easy for the super genius ..so lets not talk about my reach for luck.. but overall it was a good distraction from the feelings..huh!! Feelings !!! again tough luck!!!
The helplessly vibrating cell phone displayed “his” name. some stuff gushed up into my heart, I knew it was my overweening pride that has swollen my nose,which made me so irate, not to think of answering the call… but somewhere rather the heart ache continued seeing the call , not being answered…
There he took the opposite table like a secret admirer who follows you everywhere without your prior knowledge.. he smiled . I smiled back
Sh*t!! my!! My!! Poor me!! How could I even forget those insomnia filled nights when I decided neither to smile first nor to smile back…
Waste of feeling on someone.. the one who weakens you, makes you bent down on your knees and fall right down on your face,further that someone forgets to lend a hand to help.. if this “hurt” feeling is called LOVE, then it is destroying me.. but still thanks to him ,it gave me the power to heal the aching heart..
Everyone seemed so friendly except for me and when I raised my head to see him, I found him falling in the same category of exception. Quite!! Very quite!! His eyes fixed to one of the corner of the table as if lost in some deeprooted thoughts,some thing agitating him make his eye brows curve several times.
But who told me to take the blame, where was the overweening pride..sorry!! very sorry!! Please call me once again , I shall speak…dying to speak.
Shall I dial his number, when again I raised my head ..the chair was empty.. huh!!! These esoteric thoughts nearly killed me….
Suddenly I realized that its high time , I didn’t take my medication which was always suppose to flow through my veins.. this drug is necessary for me when the under expressive condition irresolute me..
For that you must have a best friend!!! So I dialed up “THE” number ..
“Pragyan !! ah huh huh.. uwaa!! I hate this life!!!”
“ aww!! Babes !! again depression !! leave it re!!! he is a born jerk… duh!! ..you very well know is is just flirting ..rather a two timing..kill the short feeling honey!! You rock being single..
Two and half hour… the drugs was again all through me…..the life quote shots of my best friend brought my nerves and dimply smile back … now no feelings seeing his name in the call list..
Rather I was overwhelmed seeing my pride or whatever rejoicing over some stupid feelings..ah!!! finally nothing can weaken me NOT EVEN A JUGGERNAUT…

OBJECTION OVER-RULED

YOUR HONOUR!!!
Was I ever querulous ,when I heard those scathing remarks or was I ever happy getting those undeserved compliments. i was yet just so super normal… but still
I’M THE CONVICT
I never promised them because I knew to keep the promise , is a life time process.
The fact that kept me bucolic and rustic,never gave them a chance to like me…. Huh!!
I never brought a tear down, it made my parents sad..
I never spoke to them, as afraid of hurting them ..
There was nothing wrong not even a bloomer. But still I’m accused.

I’M THE CONVICT
I just lend them my smile,where thoughts from between the two lungs, the tiny heart quivered and said; - “expectations hurt!!”. The eyes pushed back the tears.. but its not in our control, the heart and eyes are best friends from aeon…
They paid back some smile, and some went unnoticed. I passed through the aisle ,ppl seating either side of me. They clapped when I fell, but when I stood up with my own support, they were busy munching their popcorns. Just a option left, to leave the show , but somewhere from inside somebody mocked at me : - “coward”… it was the alter ego in me always had its ironic and piercing words to make me alive ,not for anyone else but myself.
But I was quite sure I couldn’t be “selfish” .. I still lost appetite to food when I saw them starving..

I’M THE CONVICT…
The one – anomic who is searching for a identity.the one who is content with originality, the one who still believes on the one who stabbed me and has thousand hopes for the wounds to recover. But when they say that line from the philosophical doctrine “ all the things are predetermined and therefore not alterable.
So who am I to drivel??!!
I’M THE CONVICT
Why is the noise from the crowd now.. why they want the judge to exculpate me…,
The sense of déjà vu on the decision of the de jure made me confirm that the condign was sure!!!
ORDER!! ORDER!!
“ YOU MUST LEAVE GROUND”- GOD- THE DE JURE OF ALL…