Sketches: Imitation

Pareshan

Dreamy

To the land of depressing

From planes and flats, 

Playing cats, bats, rats,

With air so refreshing,

To the land of depressing.

From the days of nothing,

Eat, sleep, greet is everything,

Where no need of interesting,

To the land of depressing.

From the hardly any seen,

Experiences all have been,

Still everyone joyfully sing,

To the land of depressing.

From the everyone a friend,

Chilling out permanent trend,

No broken fences need mending,

To the land of depressing.

From the sights of evening troll,

Gallivanting groups one and all,

Long walks, still fresh, no panting,

To the land of depressing.

From the food fruits natural,

Available to each boy or girl,

Own roof all, no need renting,

To the land of depressing.

From the feeling of I’m home,

Neither Paris, nor gives Rome,

Every touch soothing caressing,

To the land of depressing.

Talkative Lady in the Train: Real Experience

I am on the Upper Berth of the train. There is a talkative lady on the lower berth. She has a lot of stories. I a listening intently and jotting down for you all. So here there are:

Vasihno Devi and Theft of Purse: One I made plans to Vaishno Devi. I was travelling via train. My whole purse (like it can done in parts too) was stolen. A lot of money, jewellery was stolen. We informed TT; searched a lot but didn't find it. But Mata ka Aashirvaad. We reached Vaishno Devi and came back with just the money we had. 

A drunken guy in train: Once I was travelling in train. There was a drunken guy who was making nuisance. It was very late and kept the light of the compartment on. When I asked him to shut it off, he saw me like he will kill me. Then we called TT, who called police and he was ejected from the train.

AGM and sweeping the floor: I work in State Bank of India. In our branch there is no sweeper allocated. Staff is expected to Sweep the floor in the morning. When I was transferred to this branch, they expected me also to sweep the floor. I said no. They threatened me that AGM Sir will become angry. I told them straightforward, let AGM come and sweep the floor. I won’t do it. And if I am threatened, I will complain in writing.

Clearly written Cancer and still you people eat: She is giving a lecture to a fellow passenger who is chewing Tobacco. “Likha hai ki cancer hoga, phir bhi kha rahe ho”. My husband is also like that. Whole house is full of dirt due to the wrappers. We have regular arguments on this issue. Teeth also go bad and it causes cancer too. Whole wash-room is dirty red. I was once travelling in train. I saw a group of South Indians. None of them chewed Masala/Tobacco. They had such nice shining teeth.

No patience in UP people: My in laws are from UP. These people are so fighting type. They have no patience and ready to argue. They don’t even respect each other. No love. “Bas ladwa lo. Shaadi ke baad shuru shuru mein toh itni ladayi huyi inke Gharwaalon se, pooch mat”. 

My husband is no good: Me and my husband both are working. He has a four wheeler, I just have a two wheeler. Never has he said that you take the car today. Kabhi Nahin. Saara ghar mein sambhaloon, kaam bhi karoon. He is no good.

Her stories are never ending. I will stop listening to her now.

There were days when I wanted to fly

There were days when I wanted to fly,

Into the fresh air, across the blue sky,

On top of the world, higher than the high,

There were days when I wanted to fly.

There were days when I wanted to shine,

Better than the best, raising glass of wine,

Wake up at eight, on top of world by nine,

There were days when I wanted to shine.

There were days when I wanted to die,

Greetings to none, just smile and say bye,

Enough excitement, deep breath and sigh,

There were days when I wanted to die.

There were days when I wanted to sleep,

Take a sound rest, no alarm dare to beep,

Relieve myself from tensions knee deep,

There were days when I wanted to sleep.

There were days when I wanted to live,

Longer than eternity, some take some give,

A cheerful life, every minute high five,

There were days when I wanted to live.

There were days when I wanted to kill,

Prehistoric instincts to turn a prey nill,

People scared, give a war cry so shrill,

There were days when I wanted to kill.

Now is the time when I want nothing,

Neither to dance, nor want to sing,

Just gaze at stars till morning chirping,

Now is the time when I want nothing.