Mind & Soul

One of those days when you are short of short-story. There was time when you could puke philosophical venom for million pages without any intake of alcohol. Life grows up. Yes, Not you but Life. Whoever started saying "grow up/ growing up and other related phrases with 'grow'" actually started a very one sided approach for 'growing up'. It is hard to believe that you can or would grow up. One can never. Rather, you should never. Why do you have to grow up at first place? To lose that child-like charm! To be those far-distant intellects! To be the show-room of 'Idealism' of your sorts! To reach up the set Bar and try to cross it! No you should never. Instead give life a chance to grow on you. That is every saint or 'sensible intellect' died saying. Live Life. But how can you, when you don’t even give life a chance to grow. You have to wrap life in every minute of your busy schedule with tasks which by the way are never going to occ...

So we come home as real tired in joints as well in head. Father is disturbingly silent and mother looks as if she just wants to run and get lost in kitchen things. Father advises everybody to take bath before touching anything. Everybody silently nods without any moving head anywhere. We return to our perspective rooms and start picking up night pyjamas and tees. Mother freshens up first and straight goes to kitchen. Sometimes she behaves like a highly efficient and accurate tarot card reader. She knows it that everybody needs a hot mug of tea and no dinner at all. Meanwhile we also dress up and come in living. Mugs arrive. Everybody sits and silently hold onto their mug. Strangely we can sense her around us. She must be in flames right now and might be; before her way to heaven, she must be paying last visit to everybody's place. Perhaps she wants to see those golden earnings in her granddaughter's ear which she declared just a day before her last. Or might be she wants ...

This is about the mixed feelings I have in my lungs for unlimited amount of fun and torture availed in never ending wedding functions. The most enchanting experience which has a revolving screen saver in my head right now, is one of my cousin sister's marriage. I remember that legendary scene where my mother's five sister are having lunch with their respective kids. Before describing my take on the whole situation, let me explain a little about sisters here. These sisters come with various size and shape. They have kids of amount equal or greater than two. They all had a repetitive task to produce kids unless they made a baby boy. In life, they generally are after food, bitching and sleep in the respective order. They are super critical of their husband and their habits. They are very possessive for their kids and can kill anybody who denies fetching snacks or balloons from 2 km distant balloon shop. On the contrary, they are the one who carry out and organize a wed...

Popping a pill makes me realize that a list has to be made for first aid box. I have finished almost all the head ache tablets lately. After all, husband’s dear cousin sister arrived ‘personally’ from California. Moment she caught the flight back to Cali after 15 days ‘well & hell’ spent at my place, I announced very loudly to ‘only dumb for me’ husband that next time she is coming, I am off to Himalayas. Husband, too, gave up this time as he himself suffered with her cousin’s super chatty avatar. I make myself sit on arm chair in living room and put the bottom half on centre table which is, otherwise not allowed at home. But when I am alone and pissed off, I grant this much luxury to just myself. So I start with pen and paper to scribble pills’ name and then another list pops up and then another and soon I realise that I should basically do this on excel as I am way too productive today as compared to the expectation. But the lazy bums whisper in head, leave the damn lists a...

Same situation once again. Father gave a one more slashing try to daughter on this Sunday and daughter is so pissed that now she takes it likes a circus ride. Just like previous meeting, she expects it to end it in few minutes with a month long silence and relief. She settles for some other coffeeshop this time hoping at least she will get to know the coffee shop if not the person she is going to meet. She wears normal tee and denim. No special make up effects to keep the interest and hope level high. So she takes a cab and reaches the coffee shop. This one is pretty with a nice ambience. As soon as she enters, she gets surrounded by hotel staff and as always she asks them table for two. But this time around, the representative welcomes her by calling her name and points her cornered table where a suited gentleman is sitting. She is surprised and smells something fishy. She steps up and is now standing at the back of this gentle man. She turns towards him and says hello. The guy ...

Compared to other days, Today is chillier. Even half a kilometre run could not do any warm. Or perhaps it did, but Keira was too busy in hiding herself from a few people walking on deserted street. This was not something she was doing for the first time. She has done it plenty of times. But Keira could not afford a risk because moment any known finds her with a guy on scooter, It could run bad and could create a trouble for her "sometimes" peaceful life. She cross the deserted street and looks at her wrist watch just to find that it is already 7am. She is now waiting for Sam to arrive. Sam, as usual, has not even left from home yet. "This guy is getting on my nerves now" keira utters to her and speed dials his number. He picks up and she, with all force, shouts at him. After all she has been at risk and standing at a weird place so early in morning and this guy does not even care to come early so that she does not get to face the horror. Anyways, Sam peace he...