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PC @Amritha Jan Scenario 1 Then.. (The 1990's) Me: *Huffing and panting entering home in my blue sports tee and shorts. I looked BEAU-TI-FUL. Fully drenched, the shoe laces untied, slimy hands and feet, scruffy unkempt hair and a few scratches on my right knee and elbow. Hmmm... Din't I say BEAU-TI-FUL? (Well.. playing football in the rain compliments you with all those uninvited add-ons)* Mom: Looking at me.. *beep beep beep* once again *beep beep beep* Actually after a while of beep beep beeps... (this continues until all the bad words in her dictionary have been used). Mom: You better run to the nearby grocery and get me few tomatoes, onions, broccoli and blah blah... (the list continues for a few seconds). And if you don't, then u will get no dinner and you will have to sleep on the roads tonight. *Slams the door * *Thuddddd* Me: OK mommy. (With an evil smile turns towards the road. Wow! that means extra bonus minutes to play in the rain.. Quickly ...

That restless sunday evening

Will he reach on time? Or should I call him to confirm? Oh God! To hell with the city traffic.. I could hear honks here.. there.. everywhere.. It's a jam. Wait.. What is this? Clouds from nowhere. Oh man! Is it gonna rain now? I sat there biting my finger nails with a trillion thoughts in my mind. It was one beautiful Sunday evening. Mom and dad had a family function to attend and there I was left jaded and alone. After a while of debate between the good me and the bad me, I decided to get myself some company to spend the evening. My heartbeat, still raising with every second as the minute hand raced towards the estimated time. What am I supposed to do? Should I call him or atleast send a text? I took my mobile and checked for messages. There weren't any. My smile slowly flattened. All of a sudden a grave silence spread across my soul. I started walking hither and thither restlessly with my eyes fixed on the wall clock. In a few minutes.. *Ting tong* I jumped off from...

Random thoughts @ 3am- Part 1

Have you ever been in the state where your mind gets piled up with insane, uncategorized thoughts about random things in life which you do not find a platform to rant about? Well.. Here are some of those "Random Rants"... ⚡When you express your opinion in a group and suddenly realize that no one was listening and you try to act relaxed and casual, though you felt like the most dumb and imbecile person sitting there. ⚡When you exit your 18page word document after a tedious edit and give a "No" involuntarily to the "Do you want to save the changes made?" and then.. after realization, experience that mini heartattack. ⚡Have you ever had the urge to shout this out.. "Dr.Batra .. I definitely do not need your hair transplants nor your special hair loss treatments nor your homeopathic hair fall therapy. So... Stop spamming my inbox !!" ⚡When ever the damn light goes off, your ill-mannered uncivil mind deliberately pushes you into thoughts ...

3am thoughts

Sometimes I wonder how people get so intense and dour during this part of the day and night routine. Like what's so special about this time? Ordinary people become poets all of a sudden, the guy next door acts like a philosophical thinker of all times, people in love feel their hormones gushing in an extraordinary pace, babies kick start their inflating metabolism rates and butt in on their dozing parents, people with broken insides wet their pillows in torment metastasizing the woe to every other cell in the body... And then... There's me.... I sit here as an undernourished esurient hungry monster, raiding through the house for some nibbles and munchies.. Hmmmmmmpphhh priorities though... So what kind of 3am person are u?? PC. Amreenajan (well.. that's my scribble) 😬 

Thought process..

It all starts with a "hii baby what's up? " from me. 2 mins .. check my phone .. no reply..  5 mins... 10 mins.... No reply....  Assumption begins..  Well... He must be busy. By the way today he has his presentation too. How hard had he been working for it for the past 4 days. My darling should definitely do well.  (Angelic smile)  Tinggggg...  5 mins later..  Checks mobile. Single tick. Tantrums...  Angelic smile disappears..  Why has he switched off his network? Is the work that important? By the way he never does anything of that sort without informing me... Or..  What if he had lost his mobile? Has he encountered with an accident? Should I call and check with the room number and hospital name? Wait.. If he is admitted then who would pick his phone up? Or the person who admitted him might just check through the log and give a call to the recently dialed number. If that's the case I should have received the cal...

The Elevator THING

I hate elevators!! Yes. Elevators according to me are the wierdest places to be on Mother Earth.  Like who would want to spend few minutes of his entire life stuck up amid a bunch of complete strangers?  🌎 Why don't people get it?  If one has to go to the 4th floor from the 2nd, he has to technically go to the 4th from the 2nd... Instead why does he come all the way to the 1st floor, pick me up and then head towards the 4th and make it difficult for the fellow passengers creating that congestion? Like are we bonded in anyway that you are showing me this concern- by picking and dropping me off?? 🌎 Why is it that people forget their existence and stand like a bizzare statue until their destined floor arrives? Their senses are regained only when the door is about to close and they exit, giving free elbow and knee, hand and shoulder massages to their fellow mates. 🌎 Why? Why do people have to talk in ear-splitting tones in that small room? Like no one is interes...

Losing weight when you are at home- A microtale

Mom : Do you wanna have something? Me : No, mom. I'm not hungry. (...I continue to look into the screen of my laptop). Mom : Are you sure?  Me : (in a rather weary tone) Yes mom! It's hardly 10 minutes since I had my lunch! Don't ask me again! Please.  (Mom walks away in silence).  All of a sudden.. Extremely delicious and succulent gulabjamuns floating in a bowl of viscous sugary syrup arrive at the table. Me : (eyeballs following the bowl as she conveyed it from the kitchen to the table right in front of me. We both  exchanged looks.... it was a moment of complete silence!)  "Errr... Mom...Or may be I should recheck my tummy once again. I think there is still some space in there".  (*Sheepish grin*). Well.. You know who won! Moms are moms!  Me, Mom and Food.. The viscious circle once again.