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Sunday, 28 April 2013

FAM(ALIENS)...

The title originates from Family and Aliens. Family which turns into AVATAR battleground sometimes and my family is no exception to it.

Daddy being posted out of town my Mother has the responsibility of managing home and we two Ninjas. Though me and Bumpsu has an implied set of rules to be followed in routine which we follows till an urge of wicked me or her inspires us to intrude other's territory.

ME
I dont like many of her friends who abruptly enters the house and conquer my space in OUR room.
SHE
Loves them like an ideal friend.

ME
Doesnt like she ordering me in front of her unwanted friends.
SHE
Do it assuming it to be her birthright while i am seen serving with a fake :)

ME
Doesnt given a 2nd thought while scolding her though it happens rarely.
SHE
Is a spoiled kid (yes, i would still prefer to call her this) who takes endless liberty with me. On the other hand, the tag of MOST SENSITIVE goes to her which fears every body else before pointing her mistake.

ME
Prefers talking freely about the issue.
SHE
Likes keeping shut and shedding tears like a 5-yr-old.

ME
Loses my cool on really small things sometimes.
SHE
Understands Language of Love.

Usually things are at peace while i control and maintain my "forced dignity" of an Elder and she too doesnt go out of the marginal thin drawn. The problem starts whenever the blissful coincidence doesnt happen.

We two resents each other presence and stick to the unspoken vow of not to communicate.

Accustomed to observe each other's action and reactions we could not take our eyes off each other even during our not-so-friendly term.

1. We check how the other one is dressing. Clothes, accessories (God please grant her a better fashion sense), footwear checked to affirm that my/her wardrobe has not been robed.

2. Laptop is not to be shared. If itz she trying to do it I always has something urgent to do.

3. Each of us suggest what is to be served in dinner/Lunch which is obviously way far different from the other's suggestion to which mamma responds with her usual confused look.

4. A sneak peak into each other's call phone is allowed while busy texting.

5. Thorough inquiry is done from the only binding agent "Mamma" regarding whereabouts and other irrelevant happenings.

Since the care and concern increases ten folds during such times who can hold it for long...It z either me or Bumpsu taking the lead and bounce back to our usual friendly tone of irritating each other. The issue remains an unsolved mystery while the culprits can be seen chit chatting and giggling to our Mamma's delight.

And thus the family turning aliens comes to an END...


We are the smiles, we are the laughter
Lets be nice and become best Daughters...



Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Be F.R.I.E.N.D.S ignoring T.R.E.N.D.S

Its free and will always be
says the gateway to the web
obsessed with the no-price tag
We get it set..

Saying what all is on mind
Bells of friends are made to chime
Poke a buddy to make a start
Likes and superlikes are relished like tarts

See the count of friends go hike
Boast it with a hi-five
Find a lost and promises a touch
of thick and thin giving it a punch

Dose of sharing and tweeting does wonders
to all what is IN and friends kinder
Midst of knowingly strange friends
All that rules is just a Trend


Friday, 19 April 2013

In conversation with ME...

Who stares me at mirror
confronts me clear
with bundles of joy
and moments to cheer...

It says with a solitary touch
Power, determination, love and pure
is what all u are
why to crave for it 
in the world bizarre....

within lies your eternity and bliss
should you care not to miss
forgetful is what you are
Its me only who fights your fears apart...

When you beams with pride
It z me who shall share the slice
If not the stakes are high
I beacons you to fly

Truth is what you dread at times
Should'nt the lies be baked at prime
and only if it doesn't suffice
i mend your ways to make it right

Forget not to be a Queen
Else my wicked shall be seen
Be a master and not a slave
coz the latter is only my play











Thursday, 11 April 2013

Pre Engagement-Post date deciding-Meeting

Its we two getting hitched for at least this life time , but the hyper-activity bug seems to bite both my mothers.

I am still reminded of our late night, free college hours building the castles of our "then assumed wedding" on my MOTO and his NOKIA. Now in complete settlement with the fact that "YES We are getting married without any difficult-to-fight hurdle or infact, without any hurdle to fight for :)" we two have taken the back seat for the engagement preparations.

The two ladies-in-power of their respective households and now in complete grip of we two harmless fellows are the happiest ones to take the front. Everyday i enter after my day's work i am welcomed with the latest updates from the other front and same is done with him over phone (he is missing every bit of the actions and expressions i am endowed with). And believe me, the quantum of irritation we both get into is directly proportional to the excitement level of the these two women because of several reasons of the gifts to be exchanged, photographer, our dress, my sister's dress, mamma z dress, venue and what not..

Meanwhile, we lil innocent faces keep listening with rapt attention and updating each other on the latest happenings despite of "Not to tell him/her" warning received.

We both have done enough of chats, dating, complaining, complimenting, preparing, planning, executing- is what i guess...the show is in our honor and simply being a spectator is best




..

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Aage Badhe Kadam

waqt ke paidaan pe rakh apne kadam
kuch dur nikal aaye h hum
duri jo chahte the hamesha
tumse, unse, un sub he se

kaha kaha khoja hoga humein
ya kahe to kaha nhi dhundha hoga
jante to wo bhi hai k mushkil h mil pana
par hum kaise kahe k na chaha humne
Ab kabhi laut aana....

boli sun pehle ki tarah na bhage aayenge
na kabhi puri raat khidki k kinare baaton mein bitayenge
ek pathik ban vishraam bhi na krenge tumhare aangan

sochoge jub jub hamare baare mein tum, wo aur sub
sirf ek muskaan ka vaada krte h
sada usi mein nazar aayenge

Aage badhe kadam h jo humare
sochte h ab aur aage jayenge

Thursday, 21 March 2013

An end to the Fairyland Story...

Though i have been detained by family norms to scream at the loudest of my voice dat "M Engaged...bound with the one who has dreamt of this day much before than i did...the one who accepts me with every pro n con...inspite of knowing how traumatic i can be at any small issue i wish to....who sincerely defends himself for a silly mistake of his committed ages ago...n much more for my delight :)


I would not be wrong in confessing (usually confessions are not wrong when they are inked) that he stays quiet- observes more, appear nervous-is stronger, cracks gags which i responds with a yawn (just sometimes, usually i fake)...

The story had not been a smooth and easy one as we thought of. Assuming ourselves Tees Maar Khan blessed with endless patience, optimism, empathy, good mood and ability to console story started off at the end of our teen. Frequent blasts and bumps made it difficult earlier and later habitual of it. Happy at times and happier the other day, created belief. With the growing strength of the relation we became quite sure of reaching the desired destination  ("the ultimate" which almost every romantic couple wishes) of GETTING MARRIED... just before taking the final step towards it i fall in the pit of pessimism and my savior came to my rescue (as he always does without fail)  


We are physically away from each other and most of the time mentally too because of our professional commitments so the celebration to this BIG day  has been postponed to meet our conveniences. 


Time has taken a turn and we keep reminding ourselves of our life long duty (without any relaxation) of being more mature and responsible of each other as well as our families who are still busy gelling with utmost level of excitement and  hospitality. Any mention of coming ceremonies, which will acknowledge and mark the beginning of our new journey, elates me boundless with a new web of designs, colors, gifts forming inside my head.

I wish my fairyland love story never ends (as "Shaadi" is not as easy as perceived by the people in love-prevalent theories of our guiding adults )....


May this togetherness and its desire lasts forever :)


No promise no oath taken
I assure the binding love shall never be forsaken....

Amen...



Thursday, 7 March 2013

kuch ankahi...

humein b kaha pata tha kidhar jayenge hum
bus tumhare saath ko dhundhti chaya ne hum safar bana diya
na krte hue bhi saath dene ka vaada krva diya
hairan si reh gyi mein jub tumne haath thaam aage badhna sikha diya
palko se aansu hata adharo ko muskurana sikha diya
choti si zindagi ko tumne hamara swarnim jahan bana diya....