LUCKY-MY MAID'S DAUGHTER

When I was two she was five.
Still she knew how to clean and wipe.

I grew four ,she was seven.
She knew to cook chappatis even.

She did not attended scool and did not suffered back- pack.
But had all the knowledge which i lacked .

I know i was born with a silver spoon.
She was the one who lived just under the moon.

I stll saw sparkles in her eyes
And mature positive take on life.

She had dreams,which she knew may broke.
But still did all chores with enthusiastic stroke.

She wanted to end her miseries,and had great hopes.
But there was something else in destinies womb.

When i was ten and five.
She was married and still alive.

When i was eighteen and sorting wat i want to do.
She was rearing three children and drunkard and nowhere to go

When there were beautiful dreams in my eyes.
There was just disgust for life in her vibes.

Feeding five children alone is not an easy task.
But she wears superbly all the mask.

When i am growing smarter and filling my pockets.
Her eyes are going deep inside the sockets.

Long back only she stopped seeing dreams.
Now she just awakes to her chlidren's screams.

Now I am twenty and one and ready to astride my life.
She still cleans and wipes with her daughter of five.

TICKLE

TICKLE this is my best buddy rather monster buddy who lives within me infact lives within all of us, i named it as my tickle.IT is our suppressed emotion,which is funny,naughty and even bitchy and devilish sometimes.It says all tht wat we want to say but cudnt.MY tickle is special it wont stop even in most depressed and bizzarre situations.
HOW many times i have killed him but i thnk he has infinite lives,but then i thought its not a good idea to kill my tickle because it is damn funny and my BESHT BUDDY.....
FIRST time i encountered my tickle when i was in 10th standard .When i wrote my first story and asked my teacher's view about it ,hmm as always he had thousands comments over it,i thought simply he wud say anu "this is good one ur the next anita desai"but-
TEACHER-SEE u cud have written this first,actually third paragraph is bit random,u shud have introduced this character like this .
ANU-yes sir u r rite
TEACHER-epilogue cud have been better
anu-yes sir ur rite
huh!!!! dint u find anything worthy,sigh!! m such a bad writer
TICKLE-Hey anu cheers up!!!! tell him its so easy to criticize a hen but its hard to lay even one egg dumbo.
ANU-shut up tickle shut up dont prompt me.
killed!! killed!!
BUT IT WOULD NEVER STOP!!!
MUM-anu wear yellow apt for such occassions and u wud look fairer
anu -yes mum
TICKLE-mum buffalo standing in a mustard farm wud look like a cow hahahhaha.
shut up tickle mom not in a good mood
snapped!!
But this has special powers of never fading away!!!
FRIEND-Hey anu how m i lookin??hmm
ANU-huh!! yeah great haan black suits you ,"blushin""blushing".
FRIEND-thanks haan.
TICKLE-Thanks for wat?? for lying, hahaha bullshit you r looking as good as bull,and black yak,use this dress as a duster
shut up tickle!!!shut up!!
anyhow i can stop tickle but cant stop random ppl asking random question,and thn i have to put up with my nice image and cant give random answers(atleast wat i think).Seriously speaking i hate any question,i just simply hate questions specially such questions-
SOME(STUPID)BODY-how was ur cat??
ANU-ya nice ,dint do tht good in maths,but overall was nice.hmm expecting a call,lets c.
TICKLE-nice haan,u not only sucked in maths u sucked in all sections lier!!u know u were on miami beaches for two n half hours.wat abt call they wont call u to even wipe their floors.


DEVIL u sucking devil..


But eventually i realized its not good to stop it because this creature is very true,true as we should all be.........

HAPPY HOURS

Anytime given a thought tht wat it takes to b happy,may b a long vacation,hmm wat say abt 30 gb ipod,a pair of nike and blah blah blah ,the list is endless.But it just takes a moment to feel happy,we just need to realize it though realization is a kind of tricky task.The other day as always just to buzz off my tensions n depressions n halucinations and many more 'tions' i was sauntering on road at dusk time,frm some far end heard a kind crap loud hindi music frm a most monotonous sound box,then walked some more distance the music cud b heard bit more loud,the source of sound was from some dingiest looking small shack kinda shop at blindest corner ,hanging some silvery strips of pan masala,mouth freshner n all such stuffand an elderly man of may b 40-50(cudnt guess his age) was dancing and around him were six kids,(half clad,stomach n waist cannot b diffrentiated) extremely jovial were dancing as if found alladin's jennie who ll take their all miseries(atleast wat i percieved),but as my nature better say it a habbit ,i was bit curious to know what making them dance like this (arey u need a dj,woofers n definately some ocassion to dance man,atleast i do),just as a curious spectator i asked y r they dancing,i mean wat is there tht they can dance on such a yakk song,the younget boy dint know,the tallest one dint know,the girl dint know(u aint priety zinta)and tht elderly man also dint know(huh!!!! definately some problem then).but then ultimately the reason was they were happy so they were dancing(happiness=dancing,who told u and tht too on such montonic sounds),but wat i cud see a twinkle in tht man's eye may b he was making his children busy to skip dinner.
but whatever happiness is just around the corner