It’s been a long time since I have blogged.
The reason is not very complicated at all. Actually
it’s not one reason that kept me away from blogging. Its multiple ones that led
my writing abilities (at least i would like to put it that way) to rot.
The past few months have been quite eventful and
like a pious blogger had a draft ready to post for each special occasion. Be it
me falling in love or turning 25.(sigh), yup a post for every single incident.
*yes... excuse me..?? you with the hand waving in
the air. Yes..?? where are those posts ?? ya ya am coming to that...kill joy*
so...I was saying.. yup.. a post for every single
incident.. that I wrote but never posted. because I was too lazy to do it. I
actually was too lazy to edit them and just post it on my blog. Instead I chose
to put them back in the drafts folder with the rest of my unfinished writing.
Most of those drafts are my desperate attempt to
write something meaningful, funny, and inspiring or at least creative. But like
I said most of them are just "attempts" *doing the girly quote finger
sign. Going through them made me wonder if at all I was a tooth paste eating
lunatic who is trying real hard to go unnoticed among the sane people but can’t
avoid the stares of the world around him as he forgot to wipe the foam around
his mouth.
I really needed to write something.
Correction.
I really need to write something and post it on
my blog.
I needed the blog to be resurrected back from
its grave. My Blogazrus need a Jesus "blog" Christ to do the rising
act.
As I did a mental surfing of the topics I could
possibly write on which even included some half-baked attempts on poetry, short
story, cooking recipe that made no sense and so on. I decided to go ahead and
pull the plug and end my blog with an obituary as it was a pain to see my blog
just lying there and expecting a miracle. But then, I decided not to do it.
Standing on my roof top when I was going through an emotionally hard phase
whether to keep or kill my blog, I saw the (annoying) kid next door smile at
me. Now my hatred towards kids are quite popular in my closed circles and I had
almost half planned to go pied piper on the kids in my locality. But then,
irrespective of my eternal hatred towards them, I feel one of the worst thing
that could ever happen to me was growing up.
I wish I would have never grown. As a chubby kid,
short for my age, I was totally adored, worshipped and loved by kids in my neighbourhood.
Sadly the parents always felt otherwise. I miss the days of going to school, waiting
for the P.T period, sharing tiffin in classes during lunch breaks, throwing
stones at mangoes on the way back, and finishing home work to watch Aladdin
while mom would prepare lip smacking dishes to eat. To boo girls who would want
to join us in cricket, chase street dogs away, sitting under the tree for long
after the game discussing why exactly lost and whom we could blame it for. The
time when you could randomly run around and that never had to mean anything.
the time when we would hide and see the local couples hold hands while they
walk and drop jaws. A time when I thought that flying kites were the only way
to spend a windy Sunday afternoon. And that its always safe to pocket extra
stones while picking up the stones for lagori if you REALLY wanted to win. The
cycle bell on the street meant ice cream is on sale and the time when pink wasn’t
gay. Umbrellas in rain where never straight and the king of rains would be
decided by who could splash more water out of the muddle. A time when being
rude meant to ring the bell of the neighbour and running away and being abusive
meant calling somebody "Donkey".
I could go on and on about my childhood but then,
when i wonder what really happened between and now.. I always say with a sigh.
Life happened.. I grew up..!!!
But hey, that wasn’t that bad.. I mean.. growing up
brought its own perks.
There was acne which luckily never troubled me as
much it did to my bench mate Anil. Then there was porn.. I must say I was
indeed surprised to know that I was not from a bee sting. Mithun da was too expressive in his pelvic region
while Dharmendra was too flexible with his biceps when the tunes played (things
that I otherwise wouldn’t have noticed). New things I learnt were the
abusive languages. My cartoons got upgraded to Hindi dubbed English series that
aired on Sony and then took a complete transformation to full scale English
series and to Hollywood flicks. First kiss, college, drinking became cool...
smoking was in vogue, and of course sex.. aah.. the sex...hmmmm...!!!
:D Holding hands between couple was no longer jaw dropping. Neither
was the fact if anybody tried cowboy/cowgirl on each other. being gay no more
meant being happy. iron maiden, Metallica took over back street boys and spice
girls. Britney spears on whom I once had hots for now was a slut. being seen
with one girl for long was no longer cool. The exponential curve of growing up
was on full rise and so did I.
and whatever goes up comes down.. Says gravity..
and so I rolled down. Long story. Some other day. As I came out the time wrap I saw the kid was
still looking at me, smiled and took the courage to wave his hand at me. I
smiled back while I secretly searched for anything to throw at him.
Bleedy burger..!!!
*What ???? Look man.. I had a nice childhood..
and I seriously hated growing up.. but I did.. that doesn’t mean that a
small nostalgic trip down the memory lane would change what I feel
towards this nasty rascal living next door or any kid for that matter of fact*
*"Silly humor
from TV commercial" time*
The trip to the local mall : 25 rs
A packet full of ballons : 15 rs.
The joy of throwing stinky water ballons at kids
from roof top undercover : Priceless..!!!!!
Adious
P.S : I dont like kids no matter who feels however
cute they are. I was.. doesn mean the rest of the are.
P.P.S : This post may make no sense to most.. I
wasnt aiming at that either. I mean when was nay of my post aimed at any of
such feat.
P.P.S.S : btw.. am back..blogging..!!!*condtions
apply*
#NOW PLAYING BACK IN BLACK by AC/DC
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm, let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the herse 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Usin' every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back