The Art of Adjusting!!

Yes, from the moment you are born, you learn this art of adjusting. Adjust when there's vanilla ice cream for dessert, though you would prefer a strawberry; or adjust with a toy car for the birthday present, though you'd much better had the barbie.

Or, lets just talk about the simple art of adjusting into a small scooter meant for two people. But, we'd rather use it as a nice spacious car, air conditioned of course!! The dad will ride, and then behind him will be his dear little kid, and further behind him, his dear wife, obviously with another dear little kid in her lap; and not to forget the little darling standing right behind the handle between his daddy's legs.

Adjust my little one, adjust, cos you can't always have what you want.

Talking about adjusting, how would you react on this little true incident, though I wish it wasn't true at all.
The legendary Delhi Metro, as we are all aware of, was doing its daily duty; carrying people to and fro of course, what else; when, what happened was, it got overburdened, like by a zillion times. But, don't worry thats usual, its our metro, and is well aware of the art of adjusting. It still moved on with a brave face, taking in all the more people on the way, i.e. dropping off less, and taking in more. And these nice, sweet people inside were having a gala time adjusting. a woman's bag on her shoulder, another bag on another shoulder, and her foot over someone else's foot. Poor female, found foot space for only one of her feet. Anyways, the second one can adjust.
And so went the merry making with feet on another's feet, hands on another's bums, and bums into another's face, a kid's that is.

and then entered this mighty aunty. She had a huge bag to be carried home, luggage bag that is. And, she looked into the metro, no space to get in of course, but that didn't upset her. Adjustment, remember. But, then she looked at her fat old bag, and then she looked inside the metro, left and then, right, and then straight flew her fat, old bag over the heads of people, and comfortably settled for a place on the heads of a lucky few, the chosen ones you see!! And then, our aunty easily pushed herself in into the safe premises of the train, with that smile on her face, the smile of achievement!
But then, what am I seeing, these people balancing aunty's bag on their heads turned violent, and here flies the bag back onto aunty's on fat head.
But then, aunty's smile is still intact. The bag can stay on her head as long as it desires, after all they are in the metro now!!. And, aunty can obviously adjust with the bag on her head. Though, my only doubt is if the bags too were taught to adjust!!!

Its not like all days are same, or that all nights are equally dark, or that or dates are equally romantic. But a bad date doesn't mean it was intended to be bad, or that I was not in the mood to meet, or that I like you any lesser. It just says that you were late, terribly late; and, no; sorry, waiting is not my cup of tea. So, there you go, right back where you came from, that smile fades away instantly into extinction.

But nor is it like, I don't regret fighting or that I don't scold myself and say... so what, it was but ten minutes. And nor is it like, I don't call you up instantly to apologize, and to ask you to come back, like instantly. But no, why would you.
Boy! that sound of yours the moment you take the call; you wouldn't have sulked more in your life .. right? Like never. And then, obviously I go again, and talk crap in a crappy voice; and bite my tongue, because I do not want to sound as rude as I'm sounding, but shit, can't resist it nevertheless. My darling ego of course !!
And not as if you are any better, you don't think before cutting that call no, like right on my face?

Yeah... yeah... I know, now its your time to make amends. My phone rings, and your name on the screen, of course; but this time, I must cut the call. Not like I must, but, I know I will do it. I don't know why, by default I guess. And, there you go... the call gets cut; but believe me I regret doing it all the more.

hmmm... so no luck happening here... Lets try again another day baby.

Just that...

Just that…

Well, not that she dint miss him so, just that she was a little too caught up with something to do....
And not that he didn’t miss her too, just that he thought she’ll call him up as everyday she used to...

hmmmm...
Not that she was caught up the next day too, just that she thought why he did not call last night when, for once, she couldn’t manage to
And not that he didn’t worry if she wasn’t keeping good, just that he remembered she was sounding sleepy the last time they had talked too

mmmm....
Not that the next day her mood was any better, just that she could think of many reasons why he wouldn’t miss her
And not that he didn’t worry again if she was low n dim, just that he thought why ... would she still like him

mmm...
Not that the next day she hadn’t decided, if he still didn’t call, then he’s just had it..
And not that he hadn’t almost dialed her phone, when he realised he was crying n his voice was gone

mm...
Not that the next day she didn’t cry, just that she thought he had found someone with finer eyes..
And not that his tears had already grown old, just that his friends’ questions made him go cold

m...
Not that the next day she didn’t dream of him, just that she thought he was happy ,n that she should pose proper n prim
And not that he wanted to flash a smile at that other girl, just that he thought if she was happy why should he sulk...

Yu

The breeze, the breeze, the flowing breeze
My hair, the tresses, wen yu caress these

Thy eyes, those eyes, wen they luk at me
I smile, I smile, I smile with glee

I blush, I smile… I draw closer I hide
Am pink, I blink and I grow rose pink

Yu pull me, yu pull me
Yu hold me tight

My face I know not
But thy face is a delight

Those eyes, teasing eyes
And that crooked smile

That knows who did the trick
And takes pride…

That gaze, that gaze, that piercing gaze
That dwells into me and a story it says

I jump, I sink, I fly, I hide
For your unsaid words… they make me smile

I hide yu seek
And then yu smile

I hide again in your arms
And yu cherish the while

We walk, we walk, and we both hide
For none should read the story that hides in our eyes….

FARE WELL !!

Me standing in the corridor, me bidding seniors adieu…
Me regretting school life, me feeling really blue.

Me asking one senior why he feels sad??
He tells me he’ll miss school life, and me turns mad.

Me doesn’t like school, me hates uniform.
Me doesn’t like homework, me doesn’t understand school norm.

Me can’t stand teachers who shout and shout,
Me can’t stand discipline day in and day out.

Me studies, me sulks, me finishes my class twelve;
Me passes, me dances, no school I-card on my shelf.

Me has my farewell function, and me dresses like a queen,
But, me spoils my make-up, for that tear runs down unseen.

Me remembers those pranks, me recalls those scolding glances;
Me searches happily inside the school compound, whenever by that side me passes.

Me chuckles, and me gives a loud laugh, when that innocent junior asks me why me feels sad…
Me answers, and me proudly says me is going to miss school life, my lad!!

Envy not those who shall win
But won't have another soul to cherish it with...

Celebrate those who shall fight till the end
And shall have someone to kiss away the tears...

Envy not those who say big, beautiful words
But shall not know the meanings they convey...

Celebrate those who shall say little nothings
But shall know of what beauty they create...

Envy not those who shall drink out of silver and gold
But shall not know the taste of wine new, from wine old...

Celebrate those who shall drink out of their hand
But shall know of the time that goes in making the wine cold...

honey"I'm home"

The voice on the phone...
"honey, I'm home"

Look out the window...
"honey, you don't show"

Run down the stairs...
"Let me find you sweet eclairs"

Pull open the door...
"Not here, okay, I'm not searching anymore"

Close the door, but don't latch it at all...
"okay honey, you can step in now; I promise I won't hear your footfall"

Don't worry, he didn't see you blush...
"Honey, where are you now, I'm in a rush"

Put yourself down hard on the couch...
"huh!! Play by yourself honey, I'm not looking for you now"

Did you just feel that touch on the shoulder?? Hmmm... turn stealthily around...
"Honey, where are you, lets not play lost an found"

Pretend you are not bothered, and make your eyeballs do a full circle...
"Honey, I'm thirsty, If you are hiding near the fridge, please do run away quicker"

Don't look so elated, slyly check the kitchen...
"Not even near the fridge, nor your lunch box, honey... Not Done!!"

okay!! Now you are angry, go pick up the receiver...
"Honey, you've had it, as if I have no other work!!"

Your eyes full wide, and be ready to shout...
"Will you pick up the phone now you honey IDIOT??"

Don't look frightened now, thats ok if you scream...
"o honey... you, from where did you appear"

You are happy in his arms, but don't blush atleast...
"I'm not kidding honey, had you played more, I wouldn't have talked to you for a week."

Show him you are angry, please, please don't blush...
"Honey, I don't love you; you trouble me too much"

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