Who was that?

My dream last night, in random order, was… well…

1. Missed my school bus and was stranded on my flat floor…
2. Forgot to take the documents I should’ve …
3. Entered a strange tourist spot which was meant to be used for Jodhaa Akbar but was created by churning clay and cement. Deeps voice is going on in the background telling me ‘set converted to tourist spot’ etc. And I looked and thought to myself, “THIS has been converted to promote tourism?????” T’was blue grey in color and was porous in nature, almost 16 ft deep and steep but could be walked down easily. I hopped skipped jumped and made my way thru looking for Akbar (hmmm)…
4. Blah blah blah…
5. Finally entered a house, supposedly mine, that looked WEIRD. Was made of plastic and had water on the walls coz of the rain. Neway, I walked into my backyard (I have a backyard????), saw dad barbequing something. Right behind was another boy/man/guy (never seen him before). I walked right to him – he was barbequing as well. He looked up and gave me the warmest smile. While walking towards him, I knew I was happy seeing him – something made me feel that I’ll always have him around. I wrapped my arms around his, returned his smile, stood there for a moment like that and just I was walking away, woke up.

This was not a guy I would’ve fallen in love with; this is a guy I know who cared for me like hell and likewise - almost as if I know him but didn’t really...

I woke up with the most amazing feeling this morning.

Overdose

I'll take one, 'cause I needed to feel it so much
I had an emotional crutch,
but I'm feeling bored so ill take some more
'Cause nothing is happening

Don’t ever think I’ll be a case of overdose; but caffeine has the power to change that.

It's a lil bit funny - this feeling inside...

You think you are so damn important, but you can easily be replaced.
There are so many more like you.
You are the power of numbers, but it isn't in your hands.
Are you sure you can make a real change?

Was it so easy, the termination of your ego for the sake of the "right" mentality of the maze?
How is it to have no options, to be the host of parasites? Are you glad?
You wanted to help, to make me normal and right.
However, you can also use me as an example for your children - a bad example

Guess who'z leaving town???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… I’m sooooooooo happy I can cry.

Yea well, I have oversensitive tear glands – what the hell do I do….so plz - TRAP UP.

PS:: The ‘trap up’ was coz I completely trust my blog audience. Smarty pants.

My Partisan

I’ve had my electric toothbrush for about 9 months now – the life span of an electric brush (based on what the back cover reads) is 3 months. It’s a cute green thing, one of the reasons why I didn’t want to do away with it sooner; the other reason being – we as humans love to take life out of any being before saying our goodbyes.

Anyway, its span overdone, the connection hasn’t been right. You switch the damn thing on and play ‘on-off’, shake it using different angles, wait - until the right contact is made and it finally works. Out of patience, I bought a new one. Glistening in its purple cover, diverting attention from its horrible undercover wire connections, it operates like a drill. Often I’ve wondered if the need of dentures would arise sooner than desired. So there, as of today, sitting on my basin are two brushes – one overused and one overly enthused.

This morning, near the basin, I spent some minutes contemplating which one to use.
My maid entered and said “To didi, naya brush kaisa hai?” (So __, howz the new brush?)
Me: Accha to hai, magar shayad daant tod dega (Its nice, but might break my teeth)
Maid: (laughs) To purana wala use karlo (In that case, use the old one)
Me: Nahi, usko start karne mein jaan nikal jayegi. Magar mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai, kya karen – (sigh) (Nope, to get that started might cost us our lives. But I really like the old one, but what can one do?)

Right then, she picked up the brush and switched it on – no response. Switched it off and back on – no response. Without switching it off, she placed it on the basin, picked up the new one, and as she was going to apply the paste ….ZZrrrrrrr… the old thing sprang to life. We went into shock. My maid picked it up, switched it off and then swicthed it back on – heavens – it worked. Do I need to mention we laughed till our eyes were out of tears??

Today I find a new lease in life – something still wants to be mine.