If I were a baby again

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As soon as I read this topic, the question that came to my mind was – “Have I really grown up at all? ” And I got the answer instantly – I still am a kid My parents keep telling me that I act like a small kid and all my friends call me a kiddo. The topic would have made sense to me if it said “what if I was an old person?”. I, imagined, what my mom would have said if I had asked her about this.

• You still cry for all the petty things in the world. Do you think you have grown up?

• You trust every Tom, Dick and Harry and then get disappointed when they cheat you.
  “She is just using you”.
  Me: “No way! she is my best friend. She is a very close friend of mine. She will never do that”.
  After some days:
  Me: “You were right. Why did I trust her?”

• You cry whenever you do not exceed YOUR expectations.
  Then: “Mom, I got less marks in Maths. I got 98 instead of 100.”
  Today: “Mom, I did not get that prize, even though I did a lot of hard work”.

• You are still as naughty as you were when you were young.
  Then: My mom took me to a temple and  I ran away. She had a hard time searching for me in the temple.
  Now: I was about to fall into the Grand Canyon, when I visited it with my friends. My friend came running after me and scolded me for going so close.

• Chocolates and dolls are still your favourites

Probably, it’s my build too. I look like a school girl People get shocked after they get to know my age Every time I tried to gamble in Vegas, people asked me for my ID. They still had a doubt that I was underage to gamble People have sometimes asked me which high school I am studying in.

But I still want to become a baby again, so that I can catch a glimpse of my grandfather again. I guess I still have every other privilege that I had when I was small. He died when I was too young but I still remember him. I can feel his presence in my life. There were times when I would cry in front of his photo. Whenever my mom scolded me, I would go and complain to his photo. I always thought he was omnipresent, like the god (after all, he is in heaven with the god). I never start a work without praying to him. He is equal to god, or more than the god himself to me. I feel his blessings will always be there with me. I made all his dreams (that he had for me) come true. I am sure, wherever he is, he will be proud of me at this moment.

I want to listen to all those stories from Mahabharat and Ramayan that he would tell me, in order to make me sleep. The day he died, I cried the most in my life, so far. I did not let people take his body away from me. I ate, slept, spent my entire day next to his body. I used to fight with god sometimes… why did you have to take my grandfather of all the people in this world? He was the most humble and noble person. Everyone who knew him, respected him. He was the perfect man, throughout his life. The perfect father, perfect husband, perfect colleague, perfect friend, perfect uncle, perfect son-in-law, who took care of his mother-in-law, when her own sons did not want her. Why him? I also never saw my grandmother. I remember those days in school when people would say “I am going to visit my grandparents”. I would come home and cry, because I never got that love which I should have got.

I tried a lot to make this post funny. But as soon as I wrote that temple incident, I remembered with whom we went to the temple and realized what I missed the most in my childhood. I miss you a lot grandpa. And I will never forgive those who were responsible for your death. Those people who made his life miserable and hurt him so much, when he did everything possible under the sun to make their lives better.

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A K-story

This post might seem really very silly to some people and very funny to some others. This post was written just for fun. I don’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings or beliefs. Others who could not participate in this conversation earlier but enjoyed reading it, please go ahead and comment! And those who participated, have a gala time reading the entire thing again!!!

Hello folks.. Get some popcorn and start enjoying this previous janam/birth story with all kinds of twists and turns. This might sound somewhat like the usual episode of a saas-bahu type serial but it happened right there at Facebook. All the relationships and bonds of the previous birth were discovered and re-established within a few hours. And why not? Especially when you discover they are your blog buddies. Let’s give this some soap name from ‘K’, since K is lucky and I really want this mega- or giga- or tera- serial of ours to run successfully on my blogi-vision And hopefully we will atleast get nominated for best actor/actress/supporting actress/mother/mother-in-law/vamp or whatever role. We can have the award ceremony later. Coming to the name, it’s upto you guys to suggest a good soap name stating with “K” for this story. The best Kekta-type name suggested wins a special award from me. Here is the story in the form of conversations (copy-pasted from Facebook). I hope that people like Shruti who could not participate but would have loved to participate will enjoy this conversation. The conversation started with the results obtained from an application in Facebook (the results are in bold font)

The following are the bloggers involved in this ex-family reunion story:

Ash(Me), Sreya, Neha, Rahul, Shankar and Sid

And the Drama begins………………..

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1. Ash is Sreya’s Husband in the previous life.
Sreya: btw, rahul, i didn’t publish… but u were my (or ours, ash n mine )son!!!

Betaaaa….
Rahul:
maaaa……….

2. Steph is discovered as Vidhu’s wife in the previous life.

Sreya: arre Steph, i m pichhle janam’s padosi ke biwi
pati ko samhalo!!!

Vidhu: sreya meri behan hai, aap unko padosi mat kahiye ! mere dil ko thes pahunchti hai

Neha: hahaahahahahahahahaahahahahahaahahahahahahaa

Sreya: vidhu-ji aap mujhe behan keh rehe hain???!!!
nahinnnn!!!
ooo achha biwi ke samne “behan” chalega!!!

Sreya: mera puro family FB pe… includin’ extramarital!!
@rahul… mera betaa… padhai karo!

Sreya: btw, mera pati abhi so rahe hain shayad…
whenevrr ash gets up, she is in for a biggie!!
her/his (watevr) pichhle janam’s full family includin competition on FB!!!

Sreya: btw, in this janam my hindi sucks… pichhle janam me it was pretty good!

Ash: OMG! Rahul was our son? Betaaa go and study otherwise no more pocket money for you. Oh btw Shankar was our daughter sreya.. Poori family mil gayi

3. Shankar is Rahul’s Sister in the previous life.

Rahul: mazaa aa gaya
behana please tie a raakhi..

Ash: Hahaha

Rahul: you were sreya’s husband..so u are my father..
hi Dad..
I need some money to buy a new car..

Ash: Chup chap jaake padayi karo..hamesha kelthe rehte ho..aaj se no pocket money..sreya ne bigaad ke rakka hai.. Btw Shankar is our bahu then.. Bahuuu

Ash: Sorry read it wrong. He is our daughter… Full family eh?

Rahul: happy family

Ash: Hahaha
Now u and Shankar shud start giving me some respect.. After all I was the head of the family

Sreya: rahul… hamesha dad ko taang maat kiya karo!!
aur apni maa ko naam se koyi bulata hai kya???
Suniyeji waise mera hindi pehle se achha hai, hain na??
waisa where’s our daughter??!!

Rahul: wo apni saheliyon ke saath boxing khelne gayi hai..
aapko bina bataye..

Sreya: u know sammy? aur ek behan tumhara!!

Ash: Hehe.. Beti is poor in Hindi just like mother.. What to do! Beti has followed mom’s steps

Ash: Hey wife what’s for dinner eh? Hahahaha.. N u better improve ur Hindi else I will divorce u

Sreya: OYE! mere hubby!!! Ash!! Just woke up and asking for dinner??!! Hey
bhagawan! And hw can u divorce me, we are already dead!! In the pst life of
course!!
And shankar, meri beti!!! Usse dhoond laye aap pati-ji!!

Ash: Aaah now I can’t even divorce

Vidhu:

Sreya: aap divorce ke soch rehen hai…
hai daiyaa mein maar jawa!!!

Ash: Then what.. U have lovers n I don’t even know if these kids r mine

Vidhu: answer, sreya !

4. Neha is Sreya’s Father in the previous life.

Neha: hahahaha, jinda rahe puttar

Sreya: daddy!!!!!
mummy kahan hai???

Neha: kaunsi wali mummy beta?

Rahul: nanaji….
mujhe mere nanaji bhi mil gaye…
yippy!!

Ash: Oh wow my father in law.. you forgot to give me a car during marriage?
Can I get it now?

Rahul: kya papa aap…
madam ne bataya tha ki dahej lena buri baat hai

Neha: i was a lawyer then also…so beta, dawri is illegal

Sreya: and ash got me, what else cud he/she want??!!

Ash: Yeah Rahul did u know that ur mother had extra marrital affairs?
Btw where is my MIL?

Neha: i asked already na, which one u r talking about?

Ash: Okay let’s negotiate.. How about a bike, instead of car?

Neha: I asked, which MIL are u talking about? for, i have so many of them

Ash: Omg.. Sreya r u listening?

5. Sid is Ash’s Sister in the previous life.

Ash: Now how is that? Rahul, this is your buwa

Sreya: great! i don’t what he is mine in Hindi…
but my hubby’s sister… !

Neha: at least gender remains the same

Sreya: whose gender????? sid’s???

Neha: what do u think? i am talking about Rahul?

Sreya: ooo right!!! easy mistake to make!!!
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sid will kill me!!!

Neha: let him, I anyways dont know him…:P

Sreya: let him???? u toh know me!!!!

Neha: oh did I say let him? I meant dont let him, but the second part remains the same

Ash: Hehehe.. Sid is gonna kill u girls.. Gender remains same.. Rotfl

Sreya: arre mere pati ji aa gaye!!!

Ash: Hehehe.. Where is my breakfast? I am getting late sreya

Neha: I thought sid was to kill her for her comments…is she still alive?

Sreya: hamara ek aur! ash and i had been very busy in our last life!!!!

6. Sam is Sreya’s Daughter in the previous life.

Sam: ROTFL… hiya mamma!where’s daddy?

Sreya: daddy is ash… rahul ur brother and shankar ur sister… chek chek!!
pura family maojoot hai…

Vidhu: and me ? u forgot ur extra marital affair ?

Sreya: how can i tell my daughter abt the extramarital… but then if u r the father… i might have to
don’t tell ash!!

Sam: Lol big family…

Vidhu: yeah, i’ll keep it a secret but i want to meet my daughter atleast on weekends ?

Ash: Looks like my wife had lot of other affairs what is this sreya? How many kids n how many lovers? Kids r increasing with every min

Sreya: arre pati ji aap so jao….yeh sab mat suniye!!! chinta na karo!!!
aap to mera pehla aur aakhri pyar hai ji!!!

Vidhu: acha ! aur main ? humare beech jo tha, uska kya sreya ?

Sreya: arre yaar san ihaan aa gaye…
mere paati abhi office ke liye nikaal rehen hain… then… okay??!!

Vidhu: okay hai jee

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In case you are confused who is who, these family trees which we arrived at, might help you in understanding:

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And I want to award Sreya for starting this conversation session and for making all of us have a fun time. She so cutely dramatized the whole thing that I thought she deserves this award from my side. Love you loads girlie (wifey )!!

Claps claps claps!!! Curtains drop.

This is for the gang involved (Rahul, Sreya, Neha and other family members involved in the conversation pick this up). I am taking this up for myself too . This is just a token for remembrance

Rude or Arrogant?

These days I am meeting more and more, what I call “Rude people”. Has everyone become rude? or Has everyone forgotten what we call “Manners”? Moral Science books are being given generously to the old books Kabaadis. People read Moral Science in school as a subject but just forget to apply them in real life. Whatever it is! I am having a hard time coping up with people around me. I am an idealist and have long pages of principles and morals and like to stick to them.

Want examples?

• K: So what did you do last weekend?
  Me: Hey I have started painting and was doing that on saturday
  K: So are you planning to sell paintings now for an earning. Haha
  Me: No. It is my hobby. (In my mind: !#!@$!$@%$* Mind your own business)

• KS saw my painting in hand when I was going and
  KS: Hey your flower looks really awful. I like the leaves though.
  Me: Thank you (In my mind: Honestly, can people stop giving their unwanted opinions?
  Did I even ask him how it was? It was just the first coat. I hadn’t even put the features in it properly. And for god’s sake, I met this guy for the first time in my entire life!!! )

• S: Hey is your professor there?
  Me: Yeah he is there in his cabin, I guess
  S: Cool. I will meet him. Wait here, I will come back and talk to you
  Me waiting for 25 minutes and then call S
  Me: So did you meet him? I was waiting for you to come here
  S: Yeah I met him long back and now at home. Why would I come there?
  Me: (In my mind: You jerk, I have better things to do in life. You ask me to wait saying you will come and then pretend.)

• S calls me and wastes plenty of minutes of mine on phone. I give every possible hint that I am out and busy or whatever. My mom keeps calling me, but then I feel it will be rude to cut the call, while in the middle of a serious conversation. Another day, I call up S and we talk for 5 minutes when S says “Hey I am getting a call, I have to hangup. Will call you later”. *cut*. He never calls back. (In my mind: Was it such an important call? From some President or Governor? Was it more important than my mom’s calls from India? Fact is: Selfish and cheap people around)

• I make sure I call every friend of mine while I am in India, however short my trip is (usually). So I call Su to catch up with her after an year. She says “Hey I have some work. I am at office now. I will call you later” and cuts the call. And never calls back. After an year, the same person emails me with her resume, asking me if I can forward it. Should I? (In my mind: People suddenly remember you as soon as they want some help from you. Till then, they don’t give a damn to you)

• I am sitting and editing my resume taking suggestions from a friend. P comes along and glances over it. He sees the section “Awards and Recognition” which carried this – “topped the college in xy semester of Z college” and says “Nobody cares whether you topped or not. Who cares about marks?”. (In my mind: Did I even ask you? If marks don’t matter in interviews, then what else does? Beauty or your lipstick?) And finally, in my interview, they tell me that they liked the fact that I was a topper throughout.

• P pays the bills late and hence needs to pay the fine. I had given my part of the bill, long back. So it was P’s fault that P did not pay the bills early. But P expects me to share the fine amount too. When I denied, P stole my house keys as an act of revenge (In my mind: Whatever happened to manners? People can get down to any level and act CHEAP just for 5-10 bucks! )

• K wanted to join a class which I was attending for a long time. K attends for couple of months and runs away. I mean, K stops attending the class without informing the teacher. The teacher asks me whatever happened to K. I ask K to at least call the teacher and inform that she doesn’t want to continue. She ignores it. I lose my face in front of the teacher. Teacher thinks we all are CHEAP. I repent for introducing K to the teacher. (In my mind: What will you lose by informing the teacher about your idea of discontinuing the class? )

• I follow a book in the class and K wants the exact same book. The teacher says “A is already using it, why don’t you take another book”. K says “No. I really want this book”. My teacher says “If you have such friends, you really don’t need enemies in your life”. (In my mind: Whatever happened to courtesy? Have people become so selfish that they don’t care if they are snatching something from others? Another showcasing of cheapness which we humans are good at.)

• I don’t like lending my stuff to others or borrowing stuff from others. But some people just don’t seem to understand. And when I don’t give them, they develop a kind of hatredness against me. I am just not that into sharing! Simple! The last thing I want is to see someone spilling something on the t-shirt, which I liked so much and bought. I don’t bend the rules since I don’t borrow from others too. Fair enough?

• I hate plagiarism. I really do. I don’t copy someone else’s assignments and expect others not to ask for mine. Some people despise me for that. And their hatredness does not die after leaving college. They still hate me. I really don’t care. My principles and morals are more important to me that any such “materialistic-friendship”. I don’t really need friends who are my friends, just because they want some help from me.