Tr(Pl)easure Hunt

One noble confession of mine; I sometimes enjoy a little of mysophobia.Call it my desire to see everything sparkling clean or a very rational fear of dirty germs, courtesy microbiology and all the n subjects I study.Even more so, an inherent tendency to catch cold in a snap and go “Achoo” after sniffing a teeny weeny amount of dust.Funny me!

It has been more than a week now that I cleaned my room,AXN time today.Mom was mighty impressed with the idea since she could not bear the sight of papers, pens, markers, pencils, notepads, paperclips, books, books and more books piled up everywhere.[I Am a stationery freak as well!]

Armed with a broom, a bucket of water, a scrub and a spray solution which Mom gave and said it can makes floors and surfaces flawlessly tidy,I entered the Canary Island.It took me an hour to clean the messed up book shelf and get all the Harrisons,Robbins,and the rest of the huge ones straight in the rack.Next was the table where am supposed to sit and read,half the time am studying in the balcony with the sparrows or at the dining table,where I get into those Mother-Daughter conversations and fights with Mom and watch television occasionally often.Quite a concentrated diluted studying,which sometimes works for me.The more the noise the better!The cupboard is usually neat,had a few clothes to pull out and give it to a girl of ten now,a difficult emotional feeling to let your favourite birthday frock go away.Sob.But everything is better when it is put to use,so I gave it to the watchman’s daughter,am happy:)!

Mom came and peeped to see my kharab halath and gave her famous dialogue”I think you need help”.I grinned and shooed her away.She knows when to turn her back and leave me alone when I actually want to be left so, she knows… me was, is and will be a difficult child.

Among all the wanteds and not wanteds I found this little bag in a drawer,opened it and voila …guess what I found…chocolate wrappers,cookie covers, bus tickets,tissue papers,coins,Calvin’s poem,quotes and sketch;),School ID cards,stamps,bills,sea shells,photos,badges,key chains and what not…my priceless junks!I felt like a proud pirate.Giggles burst seeing the things we guys come up with and more so seeing the things I keep,crazy stuff!And those who can guess what all I own in this bag will know how happy it made me feel, the task and my loot!

“Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate”

          

PS: No Canary Philosophy is complete,will be flying back with more:P

Au revoir...

-Raksha

Buddy smiles and faces,

Candy cakes and braces,

Funny times and places,

All in one life’s rides and races.

Flew And Caught In Paradise!

"Once in a while in the middle of an ordinary story called life, love gives us a fairy tale"-Anonymous

A dream we all girls share.On a moon lit night, a man comes riding on a horse at the doorstep of our castle, bent on his knees he puts that ring on our fingers.Some of us have found him already, some of us are waiting, some feel it is just another dream and have moved on and a few of us really do not want such ones!

In the neighbourhood park, in kindergarten, in high school, in college, at work, on the road, in the bus, in the shop, in the canteen ,under the tree, in the rain;) … here and there we might bump into him anywhere!

Often we tend to like people because we spend time with them and one day we happen to see someone smart and handsome [rare combination!blimme!],and have those ‘Aah, so I wish!’ Cupid struck moments.I have had many mine! But have never asked myself if this was it.

Few years back this someone came not on a horse,hopped in like everyone else.No butterflies flying in the stomach or stars twinkling in the sky,that does not mean I survive with some attitude,of course I have liked my teachers like everyone else[its pretty normal!],and all my guy friends[God they are not my brothers!].They never fill my crush lists.Some I did try to add but then they never matched those parameters.95 pc of us girls want that special him to have ‘a good sense of humour’,well then lets buy ourselves some circus tickets to meet some clowns.Me too wants it,but its ok sometimes when he gets his PMSs too!:)

But with him there was none, life and me have never been the same.Pleasure of  life is to have someone who knows what I am,who appreciates my really little goodness and dislikes my imperfections because I can be better, who can make me cry and who is the only one to make the least effort to bring that smile back on and yet succeed:P.

Here is one magic moment which crushed me for good among those first few times I remember…a few lines written in the past that I read often...

“O my Tweety what shall I do for thee?

Shall I slay a dragon big and old

Or shall I build you a palace of gold

Shall I with gladiators wrest

Or shall I become THE man the best

Just give me a laugh of yours the command

And all these tasks I’ll accomplish with my left hand”

And ever before this…and more since then...I live under this tree…me his paradise flycatcher!:)



Regards,
Raksha

My Pot Of Gold:)

Dreams are sometimes remotely connected to life and its happenings, and I happen to be the kind who can sometimes dream of even pigs flying!

Yesterday night on the way back home from the tuition,head hammered by those dalton weight raindrops falling from the tree, what followed was a ‘very good’ headache [aches are always good, and how bad you feel depends on how well they can hurt you:P].I almost collapsed after dinner, tiredness gives a dreamless sleep they say, but this time it was funny and absurd.

I was walking in some field looking at the sky singing along with the birds and I tripped,found something glittering between the grass blades.It was a pot,a pot of gold, well now why on earth did I find it right there under my feet!What will I do with it??? Money makes your world go round; and you can go round the world with money:P!Sometimes you have it but you do not need it and most of the other times you need it but you do not have it.I actually have a list of things which I want for myself,but with my money!And this was not mine!So I thought let me gift this to someone who needs it and today I woke up and asked all those around my life randomly what they would do with a pot of gold…and these are the answers I got…

“Give it to the goldsmith”

“Give it off to an orphanage”

“Give it to you”

"I will buy a PG seat"

“I neither want the gold nor the pot”

“Hide it in KGF and they will reopen the gold mines”

"Will bury it..it will grow like a plant":P 

Hmm…I will first test if it is really gold:P…and then keep it in a corner of the house tightly sealed...I do not want to spend the money which is not earned by me..ofcourse it wil be there gaping at me tryin to tempt me..but still won’t spend it”

“Nothing”

Gold, of everything they all say we want not

Bless the funny nice people in my happy pot!

PS:a gold coin from the pot for guessing who answered what:P

Regards

Raksha:)