That Day....

I awoke today morning, rubbing my eyes, all sweaty and wet. Oh god, no electricity? And with the global warming taking toll and (OMG!) my AC off, I felt like a melting ice-cream.



I grudgingly went to brush my teeth, squeezing at the toothpaste. And ah again! No toothpaste, I kept on squeezing till I was all exhausted and then there came out a bit of paste, but enough to refresh my mouth at least.No one at home. Mom at school- teaching, dad at office, bro at school- studying….ah what a wretched day!

O fine, I’ll get myself a hot cup of coffee now. There goes the water on the gas, and where’s the coffee powder now? Oh yes, up there on the shelf. I reach out, but can’t get it. Darn, I bring a stool and then stand ahoy and hold it unsurely in my hands, before it comes tumbling down on the floor!!

Bam! The glass jar is broken and all the coffee powder spilled on the floor, along with small glittering glass pieces. I mumble angrily again and switch off the gas to move out.

OWW!!!! A glass piece stuck in my foot : ( Awww……I do some quick medical aid and then get down to reading the paper- all full of depressing news about crime and corruption. Darn! I flip it away.

Now what? Wah! I’ll switch on the radio for some soothing music. I switch it on…..and again, bad luck….no light na? How’d I forget.

The radio, AC, computer etc. doesn’t work on inverter. So what do I do now? Oh yes, my book! I was reading Twilight last night so where’s it now? On the night stand? I had a look- not there. On my table- not there. On the dining table- not there. On the shelf- not there!

I’m not looking anymore….baaah!

So, what now? The good old phone- my savior!

I pick it up and dial my best friend- she’s taking a bath. I call another- she’s out. I call two more- both are busy in the bathroom. I give a desperate last try but again- she’s asleep! At 11 in the morning? OMG!! Why is today a holiday for me?

Fine, I’ll take a bath….I cheer myself up desperately and go on. So much water on the marble floor- brother again!!

Whaaaaammmmmmmm…..I slip!! Awww……it hurts. Seriously! I guess I’ll have some broken bones too now. What a way to begin the day. I cry and take a bath, not more wet than water for bath, then from my tears!

Then go and sit in the balcony, until the hot sun almost burns me black. I come back in.
I give up!! Today is a bad day- not a single good omen. I go get some sleep.

My blissful dreams spoilt again as mom and bro ringing the doorbell. OMG! It’s 4 in the afternoon. I open the door to be greeted by a volley of angry abuses by my brother and scolding from mom. They tell me they’ve been waiting since 2 pm.

Anyways, the bell’s ringing- light back!! I turn on the TV, was watching the most interesting show and Bam! Screen’s dark again- lights gone! Oh shit!! Not again!!

Pleaseeeeee!!

I go off. Nothing better than a good refreshing sleep again. It’s a wretched, boring sleepy day- none of my friends called back, means they are busy, so I hug the bed. At 6, I wake up again, coz of the itching on my arms and legs. Oh damn! Mosquitoes? How’d they get in here….awwww…..I stare at my red swollen arms and legs and run to get a repellent.

I go to sleep again, in my brother’s room. At 7, my friend calls- and why? To ask me why I’m not there? WHERE??? At her birthday party!!! Oh shit!! How’d I forget? I apologize and give some lame excuse about no one to drop me etc.

At eight, I eat a blanched dinner. Till 9, I wait for light to return so I don’t have to miss my favorite show. It gets over at 10. The clocks ticking with me biting my fingernails and slowly but steadily, the hands of the clock strike 10!!

I give out a loud cry as the light returns!!

I hate this DAY!!

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A Letter

Dear MY HEART AND SOUL,

I’m sorry for not listening to you and taking the right decision while I saw my friends prompting each other during the test. I’m sorry they got caught too.

I’m sorry for shouting at my friend who was just asking me a Maths sum. I couldn’t get it right myself, so I guess I was frustrated. I’m really sorry dear!

I’m sorry for missing the good movies during exams. And all the more sorry coz the DVD at home has gone all weird shouting and beeping all at the wrong time.

I’m sorry I couldn’t do better in the Maths exam. I’m sorry if I went down on my parents, family and teacher’s expectations.

I’m sorry for watching with awe, as a 16 year gal at my school got a driving license and then complementing her on her rash driving.

I’m sorry for being jealous of my friend coz she got really good marks in the exams and all the attention.

I’m sorry for going wrong in friendship so many times. I know people at my age do, and this is how they learn but nevertheless, I am sorry.

I’m sorry there’s so much to study this year. The entire 200 page books are coming for the exams in mostly all subjects. They call it drilling us for the ICSE? I’m sorry!

I’m sorry I haven’t eaten chocolates since 3 days.

I’m sorry I couldn’t play much with the new mobile dad bought.

I’m sorry I broke the beautiful tea-set mom bought. I liked it too, but I don’t know how it fell from my hands.

I’m sorry that even the thought that multiple piercing on the nose, ear, brows etc. like my friends have, was COOL at this age, even crossed my mind.

I’m sorry for not catching up on my blogger friends and giving reasons like reaching class 9 and how the burden of studies has increased (though it’s true).

I’m sorry for not being as enthusiastic about studies like I am about every new fiction on the bestseller stand.

I’m sorry about troubling my parents for all trifles, though I know how hard they work and how they aim towards fulfilling all my dreams.

I’m sorry for always fighting with my brother.

I’m sorry for all other mistakes I’ve done……..

I know this letter would go longer than the Eiffel Tower if I go beyond apologizing beyond the wrong things I did during this week.

I’m sorry for thinking that I can never go wrong.

I’m sincerely sorry !

Yours loving,

Your body aka Me aka Meghna

I just found out that writing an apology letter to yourself is the best way to realize what went wrong and how. I know this letter is kiddish and immature but it’s straight from the heart nevertheless. This is my way of thinking over the week and apologizing to myself over what I think I did wrong.

Try one yourself, and please share what all you’d include!

Congratulations!

I entered the first class suite of the flight ….and oh my!! What a place!

I’d never ever, even in my dreams, imagined of traveling a meager business trip by first class. All that my pitiful music company could afford was the cheapest economy class flight ticket available on a local flight.

But as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and to compensate, or by my stars, I was shifted to the first class section of an international flight.

I took the seat offered by a lovely air hostess, properly addressing by my name, Miss. Ramya. “My name had never before sounded so aristocratic”, I thought.

I had been provided with the window seat, by the plushest seats and comfortable headrest unlike that which I was used to.

I looked out of the window, all lost in my dreams of flamboyant blissfulness, when someone interrupted me. I unwillingly turned my face towards the interruption when my eyes were star struck….

Oh my Gosh!!! It is the great, famous and my idol, and recent Oscar winner- Mr. A.R Rahman.

Mr. Rahman was blabbering away to me in his sweet voice when all I did was stare back at his face. In my eyes there was all you can imagine- astonishment, respect, surprise, shock……

It took me a complete 5 minutes to realize that he was asking me to shift my luggage a bit to the left so that he could fit in his bags. It took another 15 minutes to believe that HE was my neighbor.

I just couldn’t stop staring at his face. No airy show or pomp about himself. I always read and knew that he was humble and modest, but never in my life had I imagined it was true, that too after winning my Oscar.

Another 5 minutes later, I realized that he was returning my flabbergasted gaze with a sweet smile. I fumbled a bit and finally managed to reply back with a smile.

“So, where to?” He asked in his musical voice.

“Mum…..mum…..Mumbai”, I replied.

He answered back with a sweet smile again. Then turned back again to mind his own work. He pulled out something that looked like an i-pod and plugged the ear phones to his ears. It took me another 15 minutes again before I touched him lightly on the arms and when he turned, I blurted out in one breath.

Are you really Mr. A.R Rahman?

He just smiled back innocently and said, “You want to hear something?”

“Su…sure”, I fumbled again, angry at myself now!

He took out a miniature keyboard, which easily fit into his laps…..and then smiled at me again

“The advent of technology”, I thought and then said out aloud, “could you please play the new sensation- Jai Ho! ?”

And then he began….oh what a time it was! I found myself lost in the melody, the tune churning around in my brain wonderfully. Each key struck was a masterstroke. The way his adroit hands moved on the keyboard and melted out the tunes, had me in awe.

And slowly the tunes came to an end and I turned back towards him, wisfully this time, with respect and confidence before muttering, "Thank you!"

"Thank you for what dear?" The old Parsi lady standing beside me asked back inquisitively.

I jolted back to the present. ….

Me standing in the local Rs 5 fare bus, being pushed to and fro by the bus jumping over the pits on the roads, the cheap tyres and the poverty stricken people. My mobile earphones finally jumped back to life with the RJ in the radio informing me that I had just heard A.R Rahman’s Oscar winning song!

All I could do was give a long sigh and mumble a unheard “nothing” to the lady.

This post is my congratulatory post (although a bit late, but better late than never, you know!) to the wonderful personality and music maestro, A.R Rahman, for winning the Oscar for Jai Ho and doing his nation and all citizens of India so proud!

P.S- I've shunned my good old specs for contact lenses :)