CHITCHAT

I decided to add this as an afterthought. I wonder how many of you might be thinking that i have gone as crazy as to shut myself up in a room and churn out stories like a factory, and post each one a day in the blog. Well, sometime during those days when i had nothing much to do except eating and sleeping, and cooking( which i have presented as a serious business to anyone who cares to listen), i used to wake up from bad dreams and talk in a strange language and start scribbling like an intellectual, scratching my beardless chin! And these creations are going to shower down on you unfortunate ones like whatever you choose to think. And for those genial souls out there who click your tongue and curve your mouth in apparent sadness that a seemingly normal girl until a few days back have gone out of her way to prove that she is crazy, think twice- you might be in for a surprise! I can guess what you would say when you see some of my crazier stuff- perhaps the same thing! (that is, if you are one among those great souls in which adventurous spirit never dies and decide to visit my blog again). And by the way, who said anyone is normal anyway???

THE END

( Kindly dont accuse me of giving u a false hope that i am going to end my blog association too soon... The title infact refers to a story- one of those crazy notes. Read on... )

PART 1
A sad old father's suicide note read thus- My daughter Angela was an angel, except for the fact that me- she considered an old fool and her mother- an ass!!!

PART 2
Angela looked at him, evidently lost somewhere else. It was not difficult to see that she admired him, but who did really see that she dreamt of him every waking and sleeping moment- dreamt of walking with him holding his hands in hers.

PART 3
The bricks of the wall were red. The seats they occupied were painted red. He held a rose in his hand-red... That day he asked Angela- "Will you marry me?" She stoop up (i think, in reverence!!!) as she took the flower- the thorn pricked her.

PART 4
In hushed tones the couples conversed in between the walls of the library. He was brooding, she was watching him. And then he spoke suddenly- "Angela, i want you to meet my parents."

PART 5
It was a busy hospital; or rather a hospital with busy people in it. The doctors didnt meet the patients, the relatives didnt meet the doctors... Two men with beards and cameras walked along the corridor of that yellow building. One said to the other- "Heard that the rape victim is swell."
The other said- "Who knows! Must have been into business for quite some time." A third man walked behind them, white beard, and medicines in his hand.

PART 6
"My daughter deserved a better life. I tried to give her atleast a better death. I am a happy man now- because we all- all three of us(my wife, my daughter, and me)- we live happily hereafter. The End."

AN ODE TO A DREAM

(The fact remains that i rarely did ever pen a poem, but the compulsion was involuntary, and the urge had to be dealt with.... )

- in memoirs of a person who imagined it to be pearldrops when he saw tears trickling down her face!

Long live thee those who
reap thy gold in the sun
because if you let it pass
then the darkness falls,
and then pain, and then the final rest.
With their sweat they build the castles,
Of love, and longing, and eternal hope.

Hail thee the sparrow,
who builds its thirteenth nest,
because the last twelve-
she lost it to a snake.
The last of those feathers
She tore it from her wing
killing a part of her
to give birth to many more.

Honour thee the twig who clung to the tree
when the fruit ran away to be free
The twig lived long
and the fruit died in a kid's hand.

Love thee the dream-
who asked me to die to live,
and get reborn several times
so that i eventually died better!