Salt and Pepper-The quirky Love Story.

Part 2

After the no-friend talk, we didn’t meet for a week. I felt incomplete. I wanted to go and hug her tight and tell her that she has a friend in me. I couldn’t go.

But my patience broke and I mustered all my courage to go up and talk to her.

As I reached her home and rang the doorbell, she came and opened the door and her cheeks turned from pale brown to pink to red, from energy flush to embarrassment and then to anger that is.

‘Why are you here, Mr. Investigation officer? Need to ask more questions?’ She said with an expressionless tone.

‘I missed you.’ I blurted out, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘I missed you too.’ She said, hugging me back as her new hot tears wet my shoulder through the jacket.

‘Umm, Khushi, you are crushing me I can’t breathe…’

‘Oh, sorry.’ She retreated back, clearly embarrassed.

‘Somebody really likes to hug me I guess.’ I said, making her blush a little more just like a Magenta cherry.

‘Um…’ She said trying her best to avoid eye contact.

‘Okay Khushi, leave it, its fine. If you won’t hug me then who will? I owe you Jalebis. I’ll get them tomorrow. Meet me at the Cliffside at 5.’

‘Yeah, right. Okay. Bye. Take care. Be safe.’ She said as we turned opposite ways.

I suddenly called out,’Khushi’.

And as those black curls turned around to reveal the most tantalizing black orbs, I knew. I just knew it happened.

I fell in Love.

P.S.- Sorry for the short post, just one part left :)

-Dayumfoodie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Salt and Pepper- The Quirky love story

PART-1

She was beautiful, not by the Miss India standards but she was above all girls of the village. She had a bright flawless skin, not the milk-like supple skin like the girls of the village, her’s was dark, but it was the softest I would ever come across. She had bright doe-like eyes that would shine whenever I got her piping hot jalebis. She was a ball of glee and jolliness. She did look like a ball, yes she was chubby. But she was cute, not by daily soap standards, but cute enough to break the wall of my impenetrable heart. Yes, she is my best friend, Khushi. Or rather was.

And then there is me, the average village guy, average hair, less-than-average face structure, ever-present stubble on my face. Yes, I was the average-est guy of the town. Hi, I am Kush. And here is how Khushi became my best friend to something I can never define.

I vividly remember that day when it was my first day at the new school in class 12^th because I just transferred that year. I was late, well the only person who was late. I stood there observing the lush greenery around. When I saw a girl, my girl, walking towards me. She extended her hand and said ‘Hi’, with a dazzling smile on her face. The brown color of her skin accentuated her smile. I shook hands with her, and something inside me felt complete. Brushing away these mushy thoughts on the first day, I walked with her to the classroom. She talked continuously, her magical sweet voice creating havoc on my senses. And that was my Khushi.

With time I drew closer to her. I found myself crying to her, laughing with her, sharing secrets, playing, exchanging comforts with her. These activities were never done by me, and especially not with someone else. But with her, it seemed just at place. For the wonderful person she was, it was a shocking revelation to me that she had no friends except me. I asked her the reason one day and this is what happened.

‘Hi, Kush. India won yesterday. I won the bet, when are you getting me the jalebis?’ she said.

‘Why doesn’t anyone talk to you?’ I said.

‘You know we have a school leave tomorrow. Thank God, I’ll get finally get some rest.’

‘Don’t ignore my question. Why don’t you have friends?’

‘I do have friends…’

‘Yeah, books and stray dogs don’t come under the category of friends.’

‘I have you. I don’t need anyone else.’ She said holding my palm between hers for warmth. It felt good, but I had serious matters at hand.

‘You are a great person Khushi. You must have more friends. Why don’t you have any other friends except me? You don’t deserve me. And moreover you are hiding something from me I know.’

‘Kush, what has gone into your head? Why are you behaving so weird today?’ she said taking back her hands creating distance between us.

‘Stop.Lying.And.Tell.Me.What.Is.Wrong?’

‘Okay. LISTEN TO ME KUSH. I don’t have friends because they find me ugly. I don’t have milk like fair skin. I don’t have the quintessential hourglass body. I am a nerd. And nobody ever thinks of talking to me because apparently me being dark is a curse. You were the first friend I had. And ever will. I AM A CURSE, BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS SO. DO YOU GET THAT? I AM UGLY. Happy after knowing this? Now go or the curse will get to you too. Go!’ She said, as her legs gave away and she sank on the ground with her face in her palms and body jerking as she broke out into tears.

After a few minutes she looked up at me with her eyes full of grief from her reopened wound and mine in astonishment at the gory revelation I just came to know. That very instant I knew. Her tears were the only weakness I’ll ever have.

Lights

Lights
Lights are many, bright and dim.
Some in the center, some at the rim.
The ‘sweet shop’ board, illuminated with lights,
makes any kid’s eyes shine a ton more bright.
The street lights in the city at night,
Encourages people to wrap the day and give a rest to their might.
The lights at the entrance of a church wedding,
shows beginning of new relations in a bright setting.
The desk light in exams, under which a poor student is bent
And outside, by a poor mother, illuminated prayers are sent.
But there is a more excruciating, painful light
That doesn’t actually illuminate but shows a situation of fright.
The candle flame behind which
Stands a family bewitched.
Not because they are in the dark,
But because there is no light.
P.S. – This poem shows the absence of electricity in rural areas.
-DaYumfooDie. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

The Jokers of India

The Jokers of India

Going to a circus is fun, you see crazy colorful jokers, death-defying stunts, rubber band like contortionists and gymnasts and more-patient-than-humans animals. But when you go deeper it is torturous to imagine the conditions they make you laugh and entertain in. Maybe the head joker’s relative died and he is making you laugh, maybe the stunt man’s bike’s brake just went off and he is riding by god’s destiny for him, maybe the tame lion you see is a resultant of a hundred whips and a night of starvation. But all the circus-club lives up to the expectation we have from them. May what circumstances they are in, they think that you are the kings and it’s their jobs to make you laugh and forget your worries, despite the fact that they might be the most worried people in the world.

This is horrifically similar to what WE do in the Indian society. We mould OURSELVES, cut OURSELVES, and change OURSELVES for the society. Is this why we are called the modern genX who build path for themselves? A typical Indian desirable shaadi-material girl is supposed to have no previous flings, 24-35-24 body, fair milk-like skin, good height, waxed body, considers the husband her god, has fantastic education but doesn't go to work after marriage. And a typical guy needs to have a 6-digit income, muscular body, and good height, a very flexible option of facial hair, good dressing sense and good humor. Maybe this seems very stupid to you, but this is what happens so stay cool. 

Maybe we need to start caring for ourselves first and not think what others think about us. Most of the people are afraid of speaking on the stage because they are worried about what others might think. Most of us don’t voice our opinions because we are worried about others’ opinion about it. Most of us dress up to impress others. Wax our body hair to look appealing to others. Study and take degrees to impress others. Please. Stop. It is stupid. Sometimes in a bid to impress others, we become foreign to ourselves and at the end of the road we drown in guilt. Ask yourselves two questions today. If you were to date yourselves the way you honestly are, would you ever do so? And are you a circus bear to be tame for others? You know the drill. Go on and think. I hope I make a difference.

-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

Smiles

Today while I was sitting in my Home science class (To be clear I am a Medical science student whose additional subject is home science), our teacher told us that there is something called a social smile. When an infant just twitches its facial muscles it ends up resembling a smile and the infant just uses that gesture to respond to a un-stranger person to let him/her know that it knows him.

I did all this scientific theories thingy because I think today all of us use this social smile on a wide basis, actually every time. But we are adults, aren’t we? Why do we use this infant gesture?

The only moment we smile is when our boss enters the office room and says Good Morning to everyone. Or when you see the grumpy cat meme on Facebook. We need to learn to smile often, don’t know how? I have solutions. As we know a smile is just a reflector of positivity beaming inside you. Fill yourselves with positive thoughts, think about chocolates, your family, your lover, your crazy friends, their smiles, old good memories, good dreams, aspirations, good intentions and you’ll have a fuzzy dreamy warmth inside you which would end up giving you this awesome smile. Sometimes when you need inspiration to smile, appreciate other’s efforts and find the bigger beauty in smaller things because then everything seems a bit more beautiful and those whom you will appreciate will end up appreciating you which in turn makes you happy. Being happy is one of the foremost pillars to be a stable and warm-hearted human being. So go ahead show your personal curve J

-DaYumfooDiE.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Ignore

This is a very overused word-Ignore. This word brings me back quite a lot of memories. I remember when I was a kid I went to Chennai. There I was going to some place with my uncle and cousin. We were waiting for a local train at a small station. There, a lady suddenly broke out and fell down with fits of epilepsy. She was withering on the ground like a helpless fish out of water, white foam pouring out of her mouth and her saree all flying by the powerful spasms of jerks her body was making. Out of a good number of people standing there a few were ogling at the lady with disgust and all others were doing the best we can do- Ignore, even us. After a few minutes someone came and handed over a metal key to the lady and stood 500 meters away from her. The fits stopped and the lady stood up and adjusted her saree and thanked the key guy for his generosity. Even now I think we could have helped her, we also had a key, we also knew metal keys have something to do with stopping the fits, we also knew she was in trouble, but we did not help.
As kids we tend to ignore certain things, like our mom's scolding because afterall she is our mom and if she doesn't love us back then who will. So we tend to ignore the basic principle behind it. But when it comes to ignoring others mistakes, na-uh, That's not even possible.
Maybe the street dog you just ignored for the far of a dog bite was hungry from 7 days and just needed the stale sandwich you were carrying with you. Think of the new girl you just ignored, maybe she was having a stomachache and needed directions to the washroom. Think of the crying kid you saw in the market, maybe he was your distant nephew.
There are many situations in life where we tend to ignore the wrong people. Let us stop being the ignorant nincompoops we are and actually start to open our senses.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Beauty- The travel posts.

Aah, I was on a traveling spree all these days. Here I am sitting in the Sampark Kranti, with a laptop on my lap which is nearly outta charge. Yes, I am a passenger in he Indian railways transporting from the mini India, Delhi to God's own country, Kerala and then finally to the land of dosas and idlis and Rajnikanth, Tamilnadu.
Sitting here in the train, we are being served digestable counterfeits of pongal and Upma, surrounded by a family comprising of notorious ape-human kids and I-don't-Give-a-damn parents, the wafting scent of the oh-so-famous IRCTC controlled toilets(No offence) and a frustrated,sleep-deprived and backache-ridden mother, All indicating that I am having a pretty much normal ride. Now this talk is not about the perks of the railway system because there are many people out there to speak about it and well, being the largest railway network in the world, Indian railways is doing a pretty good job.
As I  was sitting and staring out of the window, because that's what all sensible people who have nothing else to do, do.  I realised that same sceneries that once seemed boring and monotonous to me, spoke volumes for me this time (The advantages of being a writer).
As I woke up the sun rays kissed the green leaves and created a warm atmosphere. The yellow-green farms reflected the glory and handiwork of our laborious farmers, mustard and rice are my favourite. As we moved from state to state, the weather changed, so did the wind. From Madhya Pradesh to Tamilnadu, we saw the ever ranging trees and changing fruits. And as the sun set, spreading its arms wide creating an orange-purple hue and the clouds teaming together to create this fuzzy scene, it seemed awesome, scratch that- It was magical.
But you know what, it pains to think that someday this would be gone. No trees, no grass, crass hot sunlight and mobilized farms. All because of us and our goddamn pollution. We might be celebrating earth day, but mother nature needs no balloons and speeches and debates and dances. Mother nature needs care,love and action. We need to save our earth.
Let me tell you an Idea. Go and unfurl yourself in the lap of nature. Bask in its warmth and beauty. Spend time with nature and I am very sure you'll develop a protective and possessive nature over it.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.
P.S.- I know the title is misleading, but we need to save our best beauty, nature anyhow :)