She.

You want to know what a woman really is?

~ She says 'Fine' in a scornful manner to her partner is because she is disappointed at the realization that this is not the first time she will have to bend for someone.

~ She talks about competing with men in all walks of life because she has spent her childhood seeing her parents sneak in an extra chocolate for her brother; she sees this competition as a chance to wipe out the unfairness off her life.

~ She calls to say 'I love you' a hundred times over the phone because she does not want anyone to suffer from the feeling of not being love- something she has probably suffered in her life.

~ If ever you take her out to buy a gift, she will window-shop in every single store and settle for just one tee. You wonder, "So much time for buying one tee?", but what you do not realize is that she has already got her biggest gift ever- your time.

~ She is aware of the fact that her husband/lover lies to her about his smoking and drinking habits but she would not judge him because she knows the feeling of having one's freedom curtailed.

~ Sometimes, she dresses up in clothes which are not exactly comfortable when she steps out to meet you because she likes the way your face lights up.

~ She gives up the love of her life because her parents begged her to save their face in the society and forever live with a broken heart and shattered hopes.

~ She quits her job because she suffers sleepless nights after her kid injured himself badly while she was away at work.

And so on.....

Half of the men do not even realize the sacrifices a woman has to make throughout her lifetime and she never makes a big fuss about it. She silently endures it all for love-something which she might never get in her life in spite of all this. Now go hug the woman in your life- you cannot get any luckier!

That's Me!

It doesn't take rocket science to figure out from the blog that my behaviour tilts heavily on the weird scale. The only saving grace is that weird quotient is applicable only to my thoughts and I somehow manage to restrain myself from implementing them.

• When I am standing at the door of local train trying to catch some fresh air, more often than not,I had this urge to just jump put and see what happens. Don't mistake it for a suicidal tendency,it is simple curiosity which I somehow manage to keep in check. I was scared by my demented thoughts till Alias comforted me by sharing his similar experience.

• I have a watch, battered, bruised and requiring high maintenance simply because I wear it all the time to the point of abusing it. It is a nice feeling to look onto the wrist and able to tell the time. Plus I have this tendency to wake up at forsaken hours for apparently no reason, so instead of scanning for the wall clock in the dark, I look up to my watch. To put it in simple terms, I looooooovvvvvveeeeeeee my watch :)

• I am a victim of an over active metabolism which makes me burn food in a jiffy. It is reason enough for other females to envy me but here is the downside- I am forever hungry. My friends would vouch for it since I am always sniffing for some titbits even after wolfing down a heavy meal. My parents are forever at the receiving end since I empty out the dabbas for my fill of midnight snacks only to panic at the sight of empty containers when guests drop by.

• When I was a kid(makes me sound so old), I used to take home the wrapper of the chocolate and lick off the remnants with contended delight. It will give you an idea how much of a choco-addict I am.

• My mind is my world. I have globe-trotted, learned groovy dance forms and won Masterchef India. All in the mind, that is.

• I am really fond of photography and am thorough with the basics but I am most of the times too conscious to click when people are around. Once I badly wanted to capture an old man feeding stray dogs, but I was afraid that should he take offence, he might just release those dogs to attack me. I am more of a solitary photographer I guess, content with capturing plants and socks which won't turn mutant and kill me.

• Given a choice, I would rather curl up with a book and warm coffee at home rather than attend the most happening party in town. I have nothing against socialization, but I need to have 'me' time often to restructure my thoughts and contemplate about certain things.

I would have added more to the list but I fear you reader might confuse me for a mentally deranged person with no foothold in reality. Let me know if you are weirder -it might just comfort me and not make me feel lonely :)

Excavated Poetry

I had penned this poem in eighth standard for Teacher's Day celebrations but somehow I never recited it for reasons I fail to recall. I remembered about this poem when I was asked to contribute for the same event in engineering college, so I rummaged through my papers(full of scribblings in illegible handwriting) and was lucky enough to find the poem. But yet again, the poem did not see the light of the day.

There goes the history of the poem. Now go ahead and read it!

It's amazing

how we started with,

One block by me,

The other by you,

Never noticed when you turned those blocks

into steps.

Steps that led me,

Towards light and knowledge.

And that's when realisation dawned,

It's amazing

The word 'teacher',

Because you teach me,

Whenever I err.

Happy teacher's day!

P.S. If you are thinking that this does not qualify as a poem, you may be right. But try thinking from the point of view of a fourteen year old and it may not appear that bad.