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 :)

Yesterday or Tomorrow?

Yesterday is history
Tomorrow remains a mystery

I choose yesterday for the blissful times
I choose yesterday, for the wonderful chimes

I choose yesterday to revel in the past
I choose yesterday so my love can last

I choose yesterday never to miss
I choose yesterday cause I can't let go of the bliss

Yesterday is history
Yet tomorrow remains a mystery

I choose tomorrow for the adventure
I choose tomorrow for the new venture

 

I choose tomorrow for the time that comes
I choose tomorrow for the time it runs 

I choose tomorrow for the mysteries
I choose tomorrow to forget the ghastly histories

Yesterday is history
Yet tomorrow remains a mystery

After reading this, tell me, what would you choose? Tomorrow or Yesterday and WHY?

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Ugly Catty!

We all want to know the most beautiful man and woman in the world, the most beautiful city, the most beautiful picture etc. But yesterday, by a stroke of luck I put on my thinking cap about which was the most beautiful cat in the world! LOL!

Anyways, then I thought, why beautiful? But while browsing, I came upon some words hinting on some cat which is regarded as the ugliest cat in the world.

So I browsed the net about the ugliest cat, and came to know about the eight-year old cat "Ugly Bat Boy" (Uggs).

Uggs lives in a US veterinary hospital for his owner refused to take him, regarding him s the ugliest cat. He has become somewhat of a center of attraction in New Hampshire.

His physical appearance to be described is a real mess. His upper body is covered in a mesh of hair but the rest of his body is hairless and hard. The most probable reason for this maybe genetic fault. His tail is lean and rat-like while his face is a chaos of wrinkles.

He is now cared by Vet Dr. Stephen Barrett who felt touched for him after his owner abandoned him.

Isn't this strange? I mean, is it right to regard a cat as ugliest?? Do we humans not care? In our case we have Miss World, Miss India etc. which crowns the most beautiful lady, but then why don't we have a Miss Ugly or Mr. Ugly?

I guess that's the problem with us. God has certainly made us superior to animals and others on Earth, but we don't have the right to treat them as we wish, only because they cannot speak or understand our language.

Now, if you have any different thoughts, I'd be glad to hear them!! What's the comment section for, after all?

P.S- Good news! Uggs is attaining fame and has even been invited to a chat show.

P.P.S- I get my result tomorrow!!! O gosh!! Can you see my hair standing??

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A Silly Tale

The music was blaring, the heads were swinging, long locks were flying, the people were shouting and amidst this, I felt the indistinct vibration of my mobile phone in my pocket….

“Oho”, mumbled, and fished out my phone amidst the tangle of elbows and limbs.

The screen blared showing that it was an SMS from Ronny, my best buddy.

Somehow, I managed to move out of the avalanche of swinging bodies and zestfully shouting youths. When I was in a secluded corner, I clicked the keys and watched my mobile screen in anticipation.

The message said:

Hey……I’ve been ringing you up since an hour but no response. Where are you?

Anyways, forget where you are coz…..

You’ll never believe what just happened to me!!!!

My brows raised in anticipation. I quickly typed back a reply.

Ronny bro, I’m at the U2 concert I was telling you about. The ticket cost me 1000 bucks but I finally got it. The show’s going great. But what happened to YOU?

I clicked the send button, and turned my head towards the stage. There was full on music and fun, no eyes on me, everyone glued to the band.

My mobile vibrated again. A message..... I clicked the view option with much vigor.

You just need come by my place….

NOW!! Or it’ll be too late.

“What?” I shouted. “Oho, doesn’t he understand? I spent 1000 bucks to be here, and I’m enjoying it. Plus the money I spent on parking and drinks. It cost me much, and to top it all, this is the recession season.”

Damn. He’s a buddy, so I’ll go.

I turned one wistful eye towards the band and let my ear sweep in as much melodies as it could, and then turned away and walked to find my car in the jam packed parking lot.

My silver Volvo was visible and I jumped in and drove at whatever speed I could permit my dizzy mind. It was 10 pm, what was it with Ronny?

I took a sharp turn and finally reached his house. He lived in a run down apartment as a paying guest. It was certainly a shabby place. I parked my Volvo downstairs and rushed to the second floor.

I pushed at the door, and got a stingy surprise. It was closed, so I hurt my limbs. I then patiently got down to pressing the doorbell.

I heard Ronny shabby flipons banging on the floor, as he rushed to open the door.

The door finally opened, and he beamed in ecstasy, as a small baby who got the best gift. His strong arms pushed me in, and he took me to his room.

The lights were off, so he asked me to close my eyes. When the lights were switched on and I heard some frenzied noises of making some arrangements in the room, he finally allowed me to open my eye. My eyes almost popped out at what I saw.

There sat, in front of me, in a large pot, a tomato plant that I and Ronny had planted together last week. Today, there were some bright red balls, as on a jokers nose, on it. Two small tomatoes!!

“Isn’t it great?” Ronny watched my face in anticipation.

My fury rose up the meter as I heard this. I wasted some beautifully spent 1000 bucks, a good quantity of petrol…..and why? Just to watch two silly tomatoes at 11 pm?

I turned towards Ronny, but when I saw his childlike grin and bubbly face, my anger melted. After all, this is what friends were for. Isn’t it? I remembered times, when Ronny had paid for my tickets at PVR and times when he bought me coffee and drinks. Times we had spent together is bliss.

He was my BUDDY!

I finally faked a smile in return………

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