I wanted to kill Lizzie!

Now before you jump to any conclusions, let me make it clear that this is not some stupid murder mystery that I concocted. Lizzie refers to the lizard I killed. Rather I should say, I wanted to kill. I don't think any living creature disgusts me more than lizards. I don't know if it is because of the dirty yellow colour, or the bulging eyes,  or the crawly way in which it moves. I just despise them!!!!!

My dislike for lizards dates back to the time when I was at school. Back then I was an early riser. Anyone who knows me well will find it incredible. ME!! An early riser?? No way! A person who religiously follows Mr Owls sleeping habits could never have been an early riser. But incredible as it may sound its true, When I was at school I woke up with Mr Rooster's call. A few years later I found out that Mr Rooster tastes better than he sounds. So without discussing more about my eating or sleeping habits I'll continue talking about lizards.

I was in the habit of taking a bath early in the morning before leaving for school.  On a chilly December morning, after taking my routine bath I was lazing on the chair when the catastrophe occurred. POP! A lizard fell on my head! Nothing worst can happen to you on a cold day. I had to shampoo my hair. Hence I was in a cranky mood. I got dressed up for school and just as I was leaving another lizard jumped down. Thankfully, this time it didn't land on any part of my body, but still I got an urge to stamp it. Although I resisted the urge, but a feeling of enmity got rooted in my heart.During my college days the very sight of the creature bothered me. Every night before I went to sleep I made sure no lizard was lurking in the corners.

A while ago I was watching the Christian Bale and Gerrard Butler starrer "Reign of fire". A few minutes to the climax and a small lizard landed just beside my laptop. The disturbance angered me immensely and I decided it was time to teach little Lizzie a lesson. I fetched a long and thick register and smacked it with all my power. The little devil escaped alive but left behind it's tail. Autotomy! Strange how one can never remember these words in biology exams but they flash into your mind immediately when its no use.  I wanted to kill it but I wasn't going to pause the movie for the effort. Anyway, I believe a lost tail is punishment enough and decided not to look for Lizzie.

Kabab mein Ungli

The world is full of weirdos, and I am one of them. A very recent incident made me realize that little occurrences can change your perspective.

I had been busy the whole day and decided to relax myself in the best possible way. Tandoori chicken!! I don't generally like eating alone but on this particular occasion I decided that my body really needed this medicine. So I walked into Moti Mahal and ordered the same.

Just then a kid walked in with his parents and occupied a table not very far from my own. When I say kid I don't exactly mean a toddler.  He must be in class 6th or 7th. He flashed me a smile while taking his seat. Being the polite and affable person that I am, I returned the smile. I am not used to sitting alone waiting for food, so I decided to listen to some music to pass time. I didn't notice this for a while, but the kid was staring at me continuously. I ignored it and focused on the melodious voice of Kishoreda. Every time I turned I saw the kid with a curious look on his face staring at me. His parents were discussing something which obviously didn't interest him much.

After a while I saw the waiter approaching with the delicious looking tandoori. Naturally my eyes lit up, and my stomach gave a little growl in anticipation. The wait had acted as fuel to the fire. To my astonishment the waiter stopped at the kid's table and served the tandoori to him. To add insult to my agony the stupid kid flashed me a triumphant smile and licked his lips. Yes the brat actually licked his lips!! No decent kid does that. I felt a pang of jealousy. I called the waiter and asked him harshly about my order. He said it would take 5-10 minutes more. I felt like strangling him!! I mean I was the one who ordered first, I was the one who was patiently waiting for it instead of staring at others. I looked at the kid and there he was gobbling at the tandoori. Wicked kid!!

This was the precise moment when I realized I hate kids! Especially the ones who go about irritating friendly strangers. And the ones who gobble tasty food without even appreciating it. And then the Tandoori was served. The smell of it subsided my anger. It looked very very delicious! I looked at the kid who was eyeing at my tandoori now. I gave him one of those "murderous" looks described in The Godfather. The kid gave me an amused look. I ignored it and focused on the culinary delight resting at my table. I had only finished half of it when the kid and his family got up, paid the bill and made way towards the gate. Suddenly the kid turned and gave me the finger! Can you imagine, the kid gave ME the finger!! I wish he gets thrashed by his teachers at his school everyday, even get thrown out of school. What a jerk!!!

Moral of the story: Never return a smile unless its to a girl. Don't go to restaurant alone, and if you do please don't look around. Last and MOST important: Never give the finger to a stranger. It infuriates them. I have been guilty of the last on quite a few occasions and I found it quite funny. People giving you those angry looks. Recently my views have changed.

PS: I think  "Kabab mein Ungli" sounds better though it should be "Tandoori mein Ungli"

Sorry..

I am really sorry,
For making you cry,
I cannot undo it,
Even if I try.
Yes, I have hurt you,
But I didn't mean to,
I have let you down,
But I didn't intend to.
I just wanted to bring,
A smile on your face.
I just wanted to hold you
In a tender embrace.
But every time I tried,
I ended up making a mess,
Breaking your trust,
And causing distress.
All I ask from you,
Is one more chance,
This time I swear,
Their will be no mischance
I make a promise to you,
That I'll make you smile,
I'll make you happy,
In my own sweet style.

SLEEPING THEOREM :)

My life is funny - like a sitcom. But real - unlike a sitcom.

Whenever something unexpected happens in my life, I normally take some time before reacting. It takes a while for things to “sink in”, so to speak. I’m not sure why this is. A lot of times, I do not react at all and instead “sleep on it” . I lie in bed thinking about it, trying to get my thoughts and feelings figured out. It doesn’t always help, because the more I use my brain, the more tired I get and "sweet sleep" takes over.

Something unprecedented happened today. All it took was a phone call to raise me from my slumber. A friend calling to get someone's number. Feeling a bit groggy, I washed up my face and woke up my laptop from sleep. It was 4 in the morning! I thought, something must be wrong with it. The last time I had checked the hands were both at 12. I checked the time in my cell phone. Last call received 3:58! I had slept for nearly 4 hours on a chair. Anyone who is familiar with my routine would agree with me when I say that it is an unusual occurrence.You might say "Falling asleep on a chair is no big deal". Were it in a classroom this would surely be no big deal, but when you are at home and you have a very comfortable bed it is no mean feat. It just goes on to show that my entire being is accustomed to lethargy, and when it is stressed it switches itself off without even bothering to notify me.

This is not an isolated incident. My sleeping habits have been a cause of concern in my family.As a kid I had a tendency of falling asleep at odd times and places. However I'll focus only on recent occurrences.

18th September 2011. I specifically remember the date because I had appeared for the ONGC entrance test that day. A bit of brain-work and net result I slept through an earthquake that occurred sometime in the evening.

2007-2011: Before every exam I needed sleep to refresh my mind and give it some time to process the topics studied. After every exam, I needed a nap. Unlike other students who lose a lot of sleep during exams, I slept more than 12 hours a day during exam time. But never before had I slept on a chair!!

Looking back at the past 4 years and taking into account today's happening I have concluded that "THE NO OF HOURS OF SLEEP REQUIRED IS DIRECTLY PROPORTIONAL TO THE AMOUNT OF BRAINWORK, AND WHEN THE BRAINWORK REACHES A CRITICAL POINT THE BRAIN STOPS FUNCTIONING AND SWEET SLEEP TAKES OVER"

This is known as "SLEEPING THEOREM"

Childhood Days

It was born from an egg so small,

That could have broken at a fall,

It slowly grows bright, dazzling wings

And among the flowers it swings,

So free is the spirit of the butterfly,

It makes me wish that I could fly.

When I was a child I too was free,

I could chase squirrels around the trees,

Although I had no wings and couldn't fly,

But I was still free like a butterfly.

Every time my eyes shed a tear,

My mother was there to wipe it clear,

My darling sister who is so dear,

She would always keep me very near.

Even when the distance seemed a mile,

My father would hold my hands and smile.

I remember all the good and happy times,

Spent with toys and nursery rhymes,

I will never forget that phase of life,

Childhood days are the best days of life.

HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY

Confused Teen

I make mistakes,

I have my flaws

I have never been,

Good at following laws.

I may not be perfect,

I may not be pristine,

But, I am not the devil,

Just a confused teen.

I try to be better,

I try to be good,

Sometimes I am imprudent,

When I am in a bad mood.

I may have sinned,

But now I come clean,

Forgive my insolence,

I am a confused teen.

If

If you have the courage,

To dream and desire,

If you have the will,

And the strength to aspire,

If you have enough faith,

In your capabilities,

You'll achieve your goal,

Despite all difficulties.

If you have the heart,

And the desire to try,

If you can face defeat,

And yet not cry,

If you have the belief,

In the power of actions

You'll achieve success,

Even in adverse conditions