From Invitation
If my fat
Was too much for me
I would have told you
I would have lost a stone or two.
I would have gone jogging
Even when it was fogging
I would have weighed in
Sitting the bathroom scale.
I would have dieted
But as it is, I am feeling fine.
Feel no need to change my lines
When I move, I’m target light
Come up and see me sometime.
-- Grace Nichols
Jan 19, 2008
The Big Q
Sometimes, I sit back and explore
What has my future got in store?
There are a plenty of questions that need answers
Where shall I start from, I wonder.
Will I be successful?
Will I retain my friends?
Will I lead a happy life?
These are a BIG Q in my head.
Life is so unpredictable
Rough one moment and smooth, the other
I’m striving for my own identity
Doing the best of my ability.
I find assurance in a song
It goes like “QUE SERA SERA”
What’s the meaning that it conveys?
“What will be, will be” it says.
Dated: 24th Feb. 02
Sometimes, I sit back and explore
What has my future got in store?
There are a plenty of questions that need answers
Where shall I start from, I wonder.
Will I be successful?
Will I retain my friends?
Will I lead a happy life?
These are a BIG Q in my head.
Life is so unpredictable
Rough one moment and smooth, the other
I’m striving for my own identity
Doing the best of my ability.
I find assurance in a song
It goes like “QUE SERA SERA”
What’s the meaning that it conveys?
“What will be, will be” it says.
Dated: 24th Feb. 02
[ My close friend's marriage was a nightmare for her and me too. I had seen their relationship blossom and....]
To My Friend’s Husband
You love her warmth
You love her care
You love her silly questions any way.
You are head-over-heals in love
And fantasize for a life with her
Fighting all odds, to be with her.
Then one fine day
The struggle seems over
Destined to meet, love forever.
Promising your life together
Vowed to be there for each other
Like two bodies in one soul.
Will vows mean the same now?
Being there for her, in joy and in pain?
Even if it causes you all losses and no gains?
You are all she’s got
Her partner, friend and universe
Will you leave her in ocean deep?
What about the promises you said you’d keep?
Dated:24th Oct. 06
To My Friend’s Husband
You love her warmth
You love her care
You love her silly questions any way.
You are head-over-heals in love
And fantasize for a life with her
Fighting all odds, to be with her.
Then one fine day
The struggle seems over
Destined to meet, love forever.
Promising your life together
Vowed to be there for each other
Like two bodies in one soul.
Will vows mean the same now?
Being there for her, in joy and in pain?
Even if it causes you all losses and no gains?
You are all she’s got
Her partner, friend and universe
Will you leave her in ocean deep?
What about the promises you said you’d keep?
Dated:24th Oct. 06
· I penned down this poem a midnight before my B.El.Ed.’s I year exam for the subject “Contemporary India”. I scored ‘good’ marks in this exam.
· This is also an ode to those student folks who brave all odds to concentrate during the exam preparation and unlike me don’t end up writing a dard-e-daastaan!
Living With Burden
Ever wondered who made studies?
You digest it with many difficulties.
“Contemporary India” passing over my head
Somebody please give me astrology instead.
Mugging up “Chemistry” and puking the same
Don’t you find me getting insane?
What Sir teaches is all French
No wonder, I’m always at the last bench.
“Psychology” you take my breath away
Wish I could finish your assignments some day.
A project here, an activity there
Raising my hair up with fear
One day, on my gravestone you’ll find
“Late Bincy B.El.Ed. Thomas” signed.
Dated: 18th Feb. 02
· This is also an ode to those student folks who brave all odds to concentrate during the exam preparation and unlike me don’t end up writing a dard-e-daastaan!
Living With Burden
Ever wondered who made studies?
You digest it with many difficulties.
“Contemporary India” passing over my head
Somebody please give me astrology instead.
Mugging up “Chemistry” and puking the same
Don’t you find me getting insane?
What Sir teaches is all French
No wonder, I’m always at the last bench.
“Psychology” you take my breath away
Wish I could finish your assignments some day.
A project here, an activity there
Raising my hair up with fear
One day, on my gravestone you’ll find
“Late Bincy B.El.Ed. Thomas” signed.
Dated: 18th Feb. 02
Oct 5, 2007
Bachpan Adventure Stories (B.A.S.)
Memory… Well, ususally it evades me.
But some incidents of my childhood have been etched in my memory as if they were yesterday’s events…
Those who know me would agree to a certain extent that I am a decent girl. Ahem….well…nearly.
In my growing up years I have experimented with so many things that may not be called ‘that’ decent! As a child, I loved deflating the tyres of my neighbourhood uncle’s car... What joy it gave me!! My eyes still gleam with those wicked ideas...
Ting tong! Ting tong ting tong ting tong! That’s what people heard one evening when their doorbells were taped… irritated and frustrated they came yelling at whoever they thought was responsible for the prank… No prize for guessing! It was none other than the ‘most decent’ girl in the block…MMMMMEEEEEEEE!!
Have you ever tried running away from your home at the age of 3? Believe me, it’s immense pleasure and adventurous.... I am so sure because I have experienced it! Well, opportunity came knocking at my door..Well, literally! The door was open…unguarded… I simply walked out. I was later found at the corner shop in the next ‘gali’… the walk was amazing! It just cost my brother a few palm imprints on his cheeks (he was ‘supposed’ to take care of his lil’ sister!), a few panic calls to my uncles and a tense situation at home!!
You know, I almost got qualified for the ‘Below 10’ short put event! I remember playing with my childhood friend Soni when all of a sudden we decided to play a different game! The new game was to throw a brick {used for construction purpose} as far as we could and the winner would win laurels for themself... quite simple you see! I took the brick and concentrated on my target... the other side of the road…my eyes and the target….the target and my eyes… nothing could distract me… I was all prepared for my throw and I knew for sure that I would succeed… 3…2…1… and there it came… flying … and landed on Soni’s head who was standing behind me!! I had won!! Yippee!! Yes... won her mother’s wrath! Still remember the dingy corner of my block where I hid for half an hour to escape the blast that would follow!
So folks, that’s part-II of my ‘Bachpan’ Adventure Stories (B.A.S.)! Hope you too revisited your childhood days too, in the process.
But some incidents of my childhood have been etched in my memory as if they were yesterday’s events…
Those who know me would agree to a certain extent that I am a decent girl. Ahem….well…nearly.
In my growing up years I have experimented with so many things that may not be called ‘that’ decent! As a child, I loved deflating the tyres of my neighbourhood uncle’s car... What joy it gave me!! My eyes still gleam with those wicked ideas...
Ting tong! Ting tong ting tong ting tong! That’s what people heard one evening when their doorbells were taped… irritated and frustrated they came yelling at whoever they thought was responsible for the prank… No prize for guessing! It was none other than the ‘most decent’ girl in the block…MMMMMEEEEEEEE!!
Have you ever tried running away from your home at the age of 3? Believe me, it’s immense pleasure and adventurous.... I am so sure because I have experienced it! Well, opportunity came knocking at my door..Well, literally! The door was open…unguarded… I simply walked out. I was later found at the corner shop in the next ‘gali’… the walk was amazing! It just cost my brother a few palm imprints on his cheeks (he was ‘supposed’ to take care of his lil’ sister!), a few panic calls to my uncles and a tense situation at home!!
You know, I almost got qualified for the ‘Below 10’ short put event! I remember playing with my childhood friend Soni when all of a sudden we decided to play a different game! The new game was to throw a brick {used for construction purpose} as far as we could and the winner would win laurels for themself... quite simple you see! I took the brick and concentrated on my target... the other side of the road…my eyes and the target….the target and my eyes… nothing could distract me… I was all prepared for my throw and I knew for sure that I would succeed… 3…2…1… and there it came… flying … and landed on Soni’s head who was standing behind me!! I had won!! Yippee!! Yes... won her mother’s wrath! Still remember the dingy corner of my block where I hid for half an hour to escape the blast that would follow!
So folks, that’s part-II of my ‘Bachpan’ Adventure Stories (B.A.S.)! Hope you too revisited your childhood days too, in the process.
Aug 12, 2007
I dd this at 3 !!
well, this being my 1st blog, had 2 begin on A HAPPY NOTE!
still wondering as to how to begin, let me outline my 'blog structure'! we tend 2 get philosophical n nostalgic while blogging. My blogs wud b a mix of all those n also crazy write ups, funny anecdotes and frustrations!
lemme finally begin my happy note! This was wen i was all of 3! it was so fascinating 2 c my dad shave each morning with that foamy froth covering his cheeks... n within moments, a razor cleaning all like a bulldozer clearing a snow covered road! being the ever -so-curious lil girly, i had 2 try it out!
i waited.... for the crowd 2 dwindle away... waited hawk-eyed.... yes, no one was watching... up i get on a stool to reach the wash basin... n then, it was sooooooooooo simple! i squeezed the shaving cream to smear on my cheeks n without foaming it, i took a razor n wiped the snow away!
everything went absolutely normal except that the snow turned red in a few seconds!~ i had earned a life long mark on my right cheeek !!
MORAL Of tHE STORY: Shaving is an absolute necessity ONLY if your gender, age n cheeks permit it !
still wondering as to how to begin, let me outline my 'blog structure'! we tend 2 get philosophical n nostalgic while blogging. My blogs wud b a mix of all those n also crazy write ups, funny anecdotes and frustrations!
lemme finally begin my happy note! This was wen i was all of 3! it was so fascinating 2 c my dad shave each morning with that foamy froth covering his cheeks... n within moments, a razor cleaning all like a bulldozer clearing a snow covered road! being the ever -so-curious lil girly, i had 2 try it out!
i waited.... for the crowd 2 dwindle away... waited hawk-eyed.... yes, no one was watching... up i get on a stool to reach the wash basin... n then, it was sooooooooooo simple! i squeezed the shaving cream to smear on my cheeks n without foaming it, i took a razor n wiped the snow away!
everything went absolutely normal except that the snow turned red in a few seconds!~ i had earned a life long mark on my right cheeek !!
MORAL Of tHE STORY: Shaving is an absolute necessity ONLY if your gender, age n cheeks permit it !
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