My niece on her first ever baby show -

I was looking cute
Dat was how I was viewed


Dressed up as a pari
I had no worry


I went to a baby show
And sat in d second row

But cudn't keep my feet still
And climbed onto d stage fir n fir (again n again!)


d principle was pareshan
“kaun hai ye nanha shaitan”!!!


I was called to perform on d stage
Coz I cudn't be bound like a animal in a cage


So I went up d stage to stand
And an exclamation went up – “ oh! Wat a cute baby with a cute hair band”


D hair band had two ears
And I bath daily with pears


So I was standing dere
N all attention was on me n my gear

I had a fairy stick in my hand
Which I used to make d balloon on d stage expand


D anchoring host was happy
N d audience went clappy clappy


den later on d results came out
N my bua let out a little shout


Coz I had won d first prize
Which for my dadu-dadi, mummy –daddy n chachu-chachi was a big surprise


Dey all heaved a sigh of relief
Coz dis little naughty girl had made dem believe.


One piece of advice
Every adult has within him a child


Show ur naughtiness to everyone
forget all d tensions coz u r unique and the only one.


Thank u for ur support
Wenever I win another time I will put up a post

N also plz forgive my BUA
She is a liitle crack hua...

Jab se I have won dis baby show
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Encounter

She was standing there. A paper in hand. Looking expectantly all around. I caught her eye and she came nearby. She showed me the paper she was clutching tightly in her hand. It was the address of the metro station on which we both had got down. She asked or rather indicated to me whether it was the right station on which she had got down. I said "yes". By the way she showed me the paper and asked or rather indicated for certain things I had come to the conclusion that she was dumb. She could not speak. The thought of not being able to speak sent the active cells of my fist-sized brain into a frenzy. The fact that I had recently gotten married and could not speak out my heart loud at my in-laws place was pre-dominantly flowing in the brain. I was forced to think about the situation where I would want to clarify some issues with my spouse but would not do so just for the sake of it. Just for the sake of it or maybe for the reason that the issues are not so big so as to be spoken out. But here was a well grown up woman who was unable to speak even the smallest of things in her mind. Her happiness, sadness, everything, and I really mean everything had only the medium of her facial expressions but no words. No words to state the various emotions that go on in a mind. No words to express emotions that cannot be expressed by facial expressions or otherwise. No words at all at any point of time. I was amazed at the fact as to how this woman has been spending her lifetime without words. Not only this woman but all those persons in the world who did not possess the minimal faculties for proper functioning of a human being. But why did facing this woman suddenly float an emotion that was buried deep somewhere. Why all of a sudden I was forced to think that all small issues need not be given voice come what may? That some things are best not said. When the time is right they will themselves find a mention and I need not repeat them inside my head and practice day n night as to how I would want to present it. But one thing that I am unable to understand is why having met a total stranger at a total unwarranted time instill within me the urge to keep silent rather than speak out. Having encountered her I should have been inspired to speak out rather than remain silent but that is not the case to be... It is rather amusing that I should be feeling this way...a feeling which is rather uncommon....'coz when you meet a person of some disability the first thing that you say or rather do is thank GOD for having given you all the right faculties in the right place to live a wonderful life. Indeed I was thankful to GOD for having provided me the power to speak out my heart but then why did it feel odd that I should have decided to keep quiet about some things and not speak them out. Maybe then it was the right thing to do...or maybe then it wasn't...I don't know...Maybe I will never know...or maybe I know and don't want to speak it out....or maybe...just maybe....


Answers anyone...???

At last!

My days are numbered now.
Time is plenty but it seems less.
There is much to do but what to do no clue.

It seems like time has decided to fly by
and carry with me in its wings
to drop me at the spot where i will lose an identity
with which i lived for 26 yrs and instead
give me an identity with which i will have to live for the rest of my life
a life which no one knows when it will end.

It feels utterly shocking that i will leave a life that i created for myself
and go live in the shadow of someone else (which i never meant to happen)
for the major part of the God gifted life.

Leave everything behind
ur name
ur family
ur friends
ur life
ur lifestyle
ur freedom
ur smartness
ur cunningness
ur willingness
ur zeal
ur enthusiasm
ur excitement

all in all ur everything except urself so that u can be moulded into a new human being overnite so that u can
adjust to the changes
adjust to the new environment
adjust to the new surroundings
adjust to the new lifestyle
adjust to the excitement of being a newly wed
adjust to losing ur freedom n living in captivity
adjust to living ur life on someone else's terms
adjust to living a life that u never imagined will happen to u
adjust to everything n everything...

worn torn story of a gown

I am 15 yrs old. I am long. I am usually black but on this occassion I was kind of bluish. I have two hands.

I met her when I was almost 15 yrs old. On that fateful day she had kidnapped me. Though intentionally but unwillingly. She required my services and I was the only one without any guardian who could be any use to her.

She took good care of me though she could do nothing of the injuries that I had sustained over the years. But then she tried her best to hide my injuries from the rest of the world as best as she could. She knew that I wont be staying forever with her. One day my original guardian will find me anyhow.

I did not want to be found. I had found a new home. A new caretaker and a new companion. I missed the gossips of the ladies where I first used to live. Nevertheless it was peace to live in silence again. My original guardian had not taken good enough care of me through these years. I was injured at the hands but I was never treated. I was injured in the front beneath the chest but I was left to my own state. I had nothing to be happy about.

In this new owner I found a intelligent human being who knew her stuff. I had started admiring her. But it was not to last for long. After all I had been kidnapped by her. How could a crime like this be kept secret for long.

My previous owner saw me with my kidnapping mistress one fateful afternoon. She was drinking water when that lady saw me with her. All eyes in the room were upon us. I urged her to move fast. But it was too late. She intercepted us on our way out. I was speechless. She proded me with her fingers first to check whether I was the one she was looking for. She touched my injuries to make sure I was the one. And sure enough I was. My kidnapper was confronted and bombarded with questions. She being a good soul accepted that I belonged to that lady and she had "borrowed" me for a day or two coz she was in dire need of me. Such is the

good nature of my kidnapper that she readily agreed to give me back to my previous owner but only after a day or two when she could successfully find another replacement for me. So it was to be that I stayed for another two days with my kidnapper when she returned me back to the caretaker of the room where my previous owner spends most of her day time. I was reunited after a tearless but heartbreak separation.

I am the gown. Advocates' gown.

P.S. i am really sorry dat i had to rob that tattered gown, but i had no other option u see. just a minute ago my gown went missing before my eyes n i had to go to the court room. In Supreme Court wearing of a gown is compulsory so i had to make some alternative arrangement for myself :) and so i had no other course except to BORROW someone else's gown till the time i could buy my own :)

kissa KURSI ka!!!

Life shows what irony! Only a month back I was cribbing about sitting and sitting on my blog because that was what I was doing those days. Sitting. But now since the time I have left my job I strive to sit. Yup, when u r in a profession which demands you to be on ur toes all day, I am left with little choice as to sitting. It has become a routine affair that I am being demanded to be on my legs all the time I am in the court premises. I have to literally snatch seats from illegible persons. Illegible persons? who are those you may ask. They are those who are 1) not senior advocates 2) are junior advocates be they elder to me 3) are those who are not recognised in the legal world as the luminaries of the profession 4) i do not know them though the world may know them 5) persons who are not related to me 6) etc...etc...

I have literally stooped down to the level of "Kissa Kursi ka" in order to straighten my back be it just for a few minutes.

I am sorry legal world but it is imminently necessary for my body and it is pertinent to mention herein that I have grown accustomed to the chair in these two years of having worked in the corporate world that I am unable to keep myself on my toes for longer than required :)