Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Fake Gems

Originally written on: August 12, 2010

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Even after entering adulthood, there still exist some stubborn childish tantrums in all of us. For me they erupt when I am lying sick in my bed and the time comes to gulp down those disastrous pills.
The pills with their angelic and gem-like appearance tries their best to charm, but fails miserably. I know behind the enchanting mask somewhere lies a hideous tasting devil which'll make my taste buds cry for help.
Pills were always like an enemy to me. I hated them from the day I first saw them. I always thought they make you sicker. They stink. Their smell make my nose die a hundred times. Even after avoiding them to my best, when the time comes to consume them, my mind is replaced with Einstein's. Ideas pop up and I try them:
- Disposing in the sink
- Shoving it out of the window..
- Putting them back where they came from..
- Dropping them in the flower vase..
- Burying under my pillow (I was CAUGHT here!)
Consequently after trying my hands on many such ideas, I started attracting supervisors during my medicine-taking process. Their eyeballs targeted the pills, making sure they reach their destiny.
During my recent sickness, situation for me turned out to be pensive. They were not one or two. They were 7. Yes SEVEN! Again, beautiful like gems, but devils, enormous DEVILS. I could hear my taste buds cry for help.
The first day I planned popping them one after the other. After a lengthy stare, long avoidance, I knew I had to do it. Eyeballs were angry, targeting. Fighting with the desire of just throwing them away somewhere, I displayed my act of bravery.
The ruby gem was like a villainess of an action movie, beautiful, but still an enemy. Topaz looked vulnerable but was strong enough to stab me in my throat. There was one with black color. I doubted if it was even edible. With every pill down my throat, my nose and head wrinkled. It made my face give an expression, even a child would pity. Nothing can be bitterer, nothing can be so merciless than them. Filling all of them in a revolver and shooting my head seemed to be a more tempting idea. The scary capsule at the end surprisingly turned out to be the friendliest. Apart from the big size, there was no issue with it. It was tasteless. And thus, I finally completed the toughest job of my life.
Next day, I had horrible, but a better idea- gulping all of them together! The only advantage was that they could make my tongue cry just once. This time the eyeballs were confused, deciding which one to target as I had all of them in my palm together. They thought I was trying to be tricky, but I was a warrior that day, defeating all my enemies in one single shot.
Feeling proud on my idea, I stuffed them in my mouth and drank half a glass of water. I repented on my stupid idea at the very next moment. The stubborn devils never went down. They played all possible games in my mouth. They were playing their sagas in every corner. I forgot the most clich├ęd lesson of my childhood "United we stand, divided we FALL."
I had a face of a soldier who had just lost a war. Another half a glass of water and I forced them to disperse. One by one they started sliding through my straw-size food pipe. The ruby villianess, the vulnerable topaz, the ruthless sapphire, the inedible black, the bitter orange, the gentleman capsule and the pathetic white one, which rested on my tongue for a little longer because of no coating and left the most outrageous taste before sliding down to my belly.
The war was over. I had an urge to throw up, but I didn't. I offered apologies to my taste buds for making them suffer because of my stupid idea. I could feel the dance of victory inside my belly.


 

Gems disappeared, water glass was empty, eyeballs were smiling and I was thinking of new strategies for next day.



I still get panic attacks when I see pills. Their size changes, color changes, and smell changes with times, but one part that never changes, the only best thing about pills - 
Sometimes to bribe me, sometimes to bring a smile on my wrinkly face - the army of good looking and good tasting food my mother lines up after the pill-session!


Monday, March 4, 2013

Awarded "Creative Blogger Award"

I must be the laziest blogger on the face of earth. I still get a good number of faithful readers and followers and I am very thankful for the same.
And I really don't know, what I did to deserve this but, I just received the "Creative Blogger Award" awarded by Imagination19. Thank you for considering me.





Now as the world works, there are some rules to be followed to give respect for the consideration. Here they are:


1. Thank the Blogger and link back to the blog. - Check

2.a. Three things About yourself.
   b. Two things People don't know about you.
   c. One thing you want to change about yourself. - Below
3. Answer the questions asked by the blogger. - Below 
4. Nominate this award to the deserving blogs. Pass it on. - Below 
5. Ask some questions to the bloggers who got nominated. - Below
6. Inform the bloggers about their award. - Check

2.a. Three things About yourself.
I get all confused when I am asked to explain myself in just three things.
I mess up most of the times.
I end up telling nothing.

  b.Two things People don't know about you.
There are five incomplete posts sitting in my blog's drafts!
I am an introvert in person, an extrovert on blog.

  c.One thing you want to change about yourself.
Stop being so lazy.

3. Questions asked by the blogger.
What is the one word that comes to your mind when you hear the following words/phrases? (Make it like a rapid fire round - Mention the first word that strikes you! And if you make if fast, it would be cool.)

a. World - Fascinating 
b. Life - Roller coaster
c. Awards - Superficial (not the right place to say, though)
d. School - Innocence
e. Love - Him
f. Books - BFF
g. Death - Serene
h. Work - Passion
i. Sports - Fitness
j. (Your Name) - Dhara
k. Dog - love-dispenser
l. Parents - Everything
m. My Blog - Mirror
n. Chocolates - Over-rated
o. Me/The Author/Ajay - Intellectual


P.S: Giving just one word, was tricky!

4. Nominate this award to the deserving blogs. Pass it on.





5. Ask some questions to the bloggers who got nominated.
    Respond to the following words in just ONE word

Life:

Money:
Black:
Friends:
Faith:
Gangnam Style:
India:
Racism:
Beauty:
Religion:
My Cactus Dress:

The winners have to follow this six rules and post the same on their blog. You can also copy the award picture on your blog as a medal!!
I am not used to responding good in such situations, so excuse my questions and answers. All the winners, feel free to leave a comment in case of any queries or confusions regarding the rules, (I know I was vague.)

Thank you again for this wonderful opportunity to try something different.





From your daughter..

Originally written on: May 8, 2011

It was not a long time ago when I sent you off-lines on how everything was going wrong and you asked me to remember how brave I was. You asked me to break all the rules to comfort myself. But, all that mattered that time was YOU and nothing more.
My life was divided in to two parts,

Part one - My Dreams
Part two - My Duties

The first part always got successful to be fabulous and in trying to enchant me. It made me see how it was a more important part of my life. The constant try of keeping both the parts balanced, always failed miserably.

The first part kept expanding from school to college, from college to job, from job to traveling and it never stopped. Pat on the back, warm smiles, appreciation & loud cheers were some rewards, but there was somewhere I lacked. I knew that. The see-saw between both lives pushed me away from you, your life.

All of a sudden, somehow very easily you lifted the burden off my shoulders and hung it on yours.

I learnt how to avoid calls and you learnt SMS.
I learnt how to silent my phone and you learnt computers.
I learnt to say "I was busy" and you learnt Facebook.
I learnt how to be invisible and you learnt sending off-lines.
I learnt typing resumes and you learnt 'S' comes after 'A'
I learnt uploading my pictures and you learnt commenting on them.

And you know, the moment you wanted to learn about putting emote-icons, that very moment seemed the cutest thing in the world to me.

You did that, for ME.

You walked every mile ahead, the time I pulled my step behind and you never rested through this wearily journey of you and me. You were right there running around, pulling your socks up.
You gave me the best part of the meal while dividing among all. You complained, but never failed to keep the tea ready for me. You used me as an example to teach Meghu some lessons, which always gave me a chance to laugh on her. You made me sleep on your bed in summers because that's where the AC was. You ignored every pain that stained your eyes, to keep my sight glowing. Your love managed to rush in through the key holes, when I had to slam the door.

And I knew I was never fulfilling.

All you never knew was that you were the best part in both the parts of my life, my dreams and my duties. Not because you anyway made your way through, but I wanted you to be in it. I didn’t call when I was down because I knew tears won’t stop while talking to you. I said I didn’t like your favorite corn because I wanted you to have the last bite. I didn't visit you more because the separation after is more painful. I always have complained you giving too much tea to finish because I forever knew how badly you wanted some sips from my cup.

But mother, no love can fight against the love of yours.

You were always an answer to my questions to the mirror. For what I am, is because of nothing else, but you.

   ©My Cactus Dress

On numerous nights when I had cried myself to sleep, I had asked nothing, but the pillow in a foreign place to be replaced with your lap because that is where my world is. The place I was born and the place I want to leave the earth from. Only you are being blessed with the magic wand to convert my every tear in to smile.

I am telling you this not because its Mother's day but, knowing that this would be a great excuse for my confessions.

Happy Mother's Day Mumma

I don’t want to say you are the best mom in the world because you are worthier than my comparison.

I love you