WHY I DO???WHATEVER I DO.

I write because…it’s my bread and butter.
I sing so that…unwanted crowd stays away from me.
I analyze because…I like boasting about being the calculative kind.
I praise others because…I care for the flattering acts in return.
I smile often because…I don’t make sense of anything that my fellow speaker is trying to explain.
I reject a dress often because…I know I need to lose some pounds before I flaunt it.
I stay tight lipped because…I too do lose out on words.
I get angry because…I need some more pampering.
I nod with a smile at office because…in advertising the client is God and I cannot afford to tell him ‘Get yourself checked if you do not like that IDEA!!!’
I often don’t take calls because… You didn’t take my call a day back…and I want you to know how it feels.
I like shopping because…I go for it only after a drastic weight loss and the thought of getting easily into that halter dress without any pain, gives me the ultimate ego boost.
I still sometimes read Enid Blyton because …it’s easy and nice to think that the bad tempered doll finally learnt a lesson when the green eyed goblin punished her. The idea of Bad meets bad lifts your spirits somehow.
I call a girl a B-I-T-C-H because…she purely deserves to be called by that name.
I am mean because…I purely love showing my dark side too.
I am good because…that’s me mostly, truly and I like doing good…even overdoing it sometimes.
I am writing this note because…I have run out on ideas for the day.
You are reading this note because…you have a lot of time to spend on unnecessary rumblings…

Anyways that’s my note for the day…Thanks for your time. Now Run… and Earn!!!

AN UNTIMELY FOREVER...

The first dew of the dawn
The first pink of the morning sky
The first bud in between the greens
The first blink of a new born’s eye.

The last star that twinkles before light
The last echo of the bells in the church
The last waft of the fog before the air clears
The last whisper of the creatures of the night

There would have been many middle moments to encounter
There would be a thousand reasons to live
But she finally gave up and drank that potion
To finally poison those moments and …forever fall asleep.

THE HAPPENING

I am a not so happening girl,
With a happening sense of humour
I happen to kick a fight
But I also happen to throw it out many a time.
Confusion keeps happening to me
But whatever happens I sort it out well
I happened to your life some day
And that’s why this note has happened here.
And if you are still reading this non stop blabber of mis-happenings
Then honestly…you happen to be a Happening fool.
And now I am feeling happy about the happening that happened.
Because life happens when happenings happen.
So what do you feel about this happening?
There happens to be some space down
Can you happen some words on the Happening???

A LOCAL LEGACY

It’s mostly too late,
It’s rarely too fast
It’s never too early,
Its subject close to my heart.

I see it everyday,
See the fight royally at display
I wonder at the violence it brings out,
How we long to get a foothold in it everyday.

Amidst the world’s luxuries,
Its dullness stands long and proud
I see myself struggling in and out of it,
Am I too among the desperate I doubt?

You really need to give it a deep thought; sometimes you might have to rack your brains,
Just to understand what keeps on- the legacy of the Mumbai local trains.