*Palak palak pe
khwaab hai, SUN*.
For the first time ever, I’m writing without having anything
particular in my mind. It’s like driving on the road without any specific
destination to reach. Bas Chalte chalo types!
Or talking without making sense. Oh Wait! Which is exactly what I’m doing! Or I
do all the time? Anyway! I just FELT
like writing. A feeling I’ve been suppressing since a week, just because
nothing ‘that happening’ was happening around. In fact my super theatrical life
was going through a weird melodramatic phase, and I didn’t really want some ‘teardrops on my document’ to spoil the happy writings I’ve done so far.
100 words of typical nonsense. A lazy Saturday afternoon.
Lot of claptrap running through my mind. Family. Career. Love. Simply, the
whole of me. Pheeew! Being weighed down
is not what I want. Being cast off is not what I dreamt of. Being a
little-off-the-track-with-life is not my thing. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN! Sigh! I
agree I wanted a Bollywood movie sorta life, but then where is the dancing?! I
want to dance, till the day ends, I want to fall asleep dancing, I want to
dance every morning, every night, dance when no one is, dance when it’s not OK
to dance. I want to never NOT dance. Okay. NO Nagging, NO Cribbing, NO Whining.
Period.
I wish I could just pack my bags, not be answerable to
ANYBODY, go to a serene frosty place, say LEH, have ‘Shaam-from Aisha’ playing in the background on repeat, with a big
mug of Costa’s Caramel flavored Mocha in my hand. Aah! Wonderful! Oh! Add
dancing to it too. That’s it. Now it’s a complete pretty picture.
So, Mr. Awesome-dearest-God, your special child lost on the highway of joy is asking for directions. Make it happen. Pretty please.
