Of Thought and Rhyme


Wishful thinking


So, the birthday month is here again. I have an inexplicable love-hate relationship with my birthday. While I love the fact that it gives me a legitimate reason to retrospect, the celebratory expectations annoy me to death.

Paradox, thou are personified by birthdays. While I LOVE attention and surprises, I hate it if they come from people I don’t want them to come from. I love to be left alone on my day. The desire to be left to my own means makes spending the day sleeping off in a silent corner of your room the bestest way to celebrate the day. I would kidnap and transport myself to a quaint bookshop that day, if I could.

How do you tell people to back off and give you your space, especially when they mean to make the day special for you? The best intentions of other people become no less than major irritants, and the day is ruined for all. This has become a yearly routine for me now. I sulk the most on the day I should ideally be the happiest on.

I want to be happy on my birthday. Not analytical. Not sulky. Not frustrated. Just happy. Is that too much to ask for? Guessed as much.

Child marriage. Or something like that.

So, what do you think of child marriage?

I think it’s an awesome concept. Get two people together when they are not even old enough to understand what togetherness means, and watch the fun. Okay, creepiness aside, I really think it’s an awesome concept. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why.

  1. Kids don’t have the social/ peer pressure of finding themselves a girlfriend/ boyfriend when they come of age. Or before that.
  2. Parents don’t have to worry about who to get their children married to, when they grow up, because that’s already taken care of.
  3. People don’t have to make efforts to ‘impress’ the members of the opposite sex, as there’s no motivation to do so.
  4. One has a default partner, as and when the need arises to make use of the facility.
  5. If the involved parties respect the idea of commitment, there’s so less chance of straying, heartbreaks, complications. Life is much simpler. And simplistic too.
  6. People will inherently be more patient. For dealing with someone who’s been thrust upon you is no easy task. Perhaps.
  7. And some more which my over-worked brain cannot think of right now.
Of course, as any other concept, there are problems associated with this one too. Some of them being:
  1. What happens if the kid turns out to be homosexual?
  2. What if the grown-up selves are totally incompatible with each other?
  3. What if the families have a fallout in the meantime when the kids are growing up?
  4. Insert point no. 7 from above.
But but but, these ifs and buts should not detain one from exploring the brilliant arrangement that is child marriage. Seriously, give it a thought. You must.

A conversation in silence

Why are you so silent?

Because you sit in silence here, and introspect.


You are thinking something, aren’t you? What is it?

You know, these waves, these really huge waves, gushing towards us with full force from far, these are like our wishes. The bigger the wave, the bigger wish it is like. They seem so overwhelming and grand while far. But no sooner than they come near us, the fascination is lost. It is just mere water then. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like what we feel when we get what we wished for.

Wow! That’s a beautiful thought. I am going to remember that.


And then suddenly, she was scared. Scared to wish for anything. Scared, for the wishes about to come true.

Song I want to Sing

Of course, for that to be possible, I have to first find a someone worth singing it to, but it’s just one of those days when the Romantic in me wants to sing this one aloud:

Mere humsafar mere humsafar
Mere paas aa, mere paas aa
Humein saath chalna hai umr bhar
Mere paas aa, mere paas aa

Sigh. These bouts of mushiness make life worth fighting for. And worth looking forward to.

If I Were…


If I were a beginning,I would be: Awesome!
If I were a month, I would be: December
If I were a day of the week, I would be: Friday
If I were a time of day,I would be: Dawn
If I were a planet, I would be: Venus
If I were a season, I would be: Spring
If I were a sea animal, I would be: Dolphin
If I were a direction, I would be: North
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: An antique tripod
If I were a sin, I would be: Pride
If I were a liquid, I would be: Nectar
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be: Harshad Mehta! 
If I were a gem, I would be: Neha Garg 😉
If I were a tree, I would be: Champa!
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: Orchid 

If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Sunny
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: Violin
If I were an animal, I would be: Dog
If I were an emotion, I would be: Ecstasy
If I were a vegetable, I would be: Peas
If I were a sound, I would be: Melody
If I were an element, I would be: Water
If I were a car, I would be: Hummer
If I were a song, I would be: Yellow 
If I were a food, I would be: Malai Kofta
If I were a place, I would be: Home
If I were a material, I would be: Linen
If I were a taste, I would be: Spicy
If I were a scent, I would be: Lemony fresh
If I were a religion, I would be: I dunno
If I were a sentence, I would be: Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!
If I were a body part, I would be: Eyes
If I were a facial expression, I would be: Chuckle 

If I were a subject in college, I would be: Semiotics
If I were a shape, I would be: Rhombus
If I were a quantity, I would be: Maximum
If I were a color, I would be: Beige
If I were a thing, I would be: Newspaper
If I were a landmass, I would be: Huge!
If I were a book, I would be: The Art of Existing   
If I were a monument, I would be: The Great Wall of China
If I were an artist, I would be: Amrita Pritam
If I were a collection of poems, I would be: penned by Emily Dickinson 
If I were a landscape, I would be: Beach-side
If I were a watch, I would be: Rolex 

If I were God, I would be: seen
If I were a vowel, I would be: I
If I were a consonant, I would be: Z
If I were a formula, I would be: not traceable
If I were a Science, I would be: simple
If I were a theory, I would be: redundant
If I were a famous person, I would be: myself
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be: AN air conditioner
If I were sport, I would be: Basketball
If I were a movie, I would be: never released
If I were a cartoon, I would be: kids’ best friend forever
If I were an explorer, I would be: discovering life on Neptune
If I were a relation, I would be: driving everybody nuts
If I were a river, I would be: pollution-free
If I were intoxication, I would: hit you twice as strongly!
If I were alone, I would be: scared
If I were a question, then I would be: complex
If I were a hobby, I would be: pursued by everyone
If I were a habit, I would be: hard to let go off!
If I were an end, I would be: pleasant

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