I am Fine or Save Me?…..The answer my friend is blowing in the wind….

I was there that night right beside you

Laughing with you and taking care of you because something upset you

Did you realise then that it was actually me who needed help

Did you realise then that I needed you more than you needed me

Today when you write on SM that you are here to listen

Is that not fake?

I was there I was screaming from within and you couldn’t hear

Do you mean tomorrow if I quit SM you won’t be there to hear me out or help?

That’s really ok

All I was looking for was a real person in the world of fakes

I was there at your doorstep because I couldn’t bear to be alone

And when you said you will always be there for me

I thought you meant it

That night I knew you were inside but your doors didn’t open for me

That’s really ok

All I wanted was an honest friend

I was sitting next to you, telling you what was going on in my mind

You told me a lot of things

You told me how suicide is a crime and how everyone’s life is a struggle

Do you think I didn’t know that already

You told me I was indulging in self pity

That’s really ok

All I was searching for was an empathetic listener who would just listen to me without judging me

I was there at the party right behind you

When you were making fun of me and telling everyone how you find me to be boring

When the rest were laughing at my expense, you joined them too

That’s really ok

All I was looking for was someone who was kind

Tonight as I stand on my balcony parapet wondering which place was better, the sky above or the earth below. And then I decided to embrace the earth to live in the sky above, for the earth failed me each time I wanted to live. You failed me each time I cried for help. But rest assured dear friend I shall not trouble you anymore. But as you live on, remember to be kind, true and non judgmental. That’s all it would have taken to save me.


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Mother and Brat Stories (28)

Post dinner, am reading a novel, brat and his father are watching some random movie that is action packed. A particular fight sequence is playing out, supposedly the climax, the fight sequence is happening in a lavish beautiful kitchen. Prior to the kitchen fight sequence, there were fights in deserts, in military bases and so on.

Brat: Baba did you notice one thing?

Father: Yes, the fight sequence is too good.

Brat: No, not that. Baba I just realized that the kitchen is the most well equipped place for all murder weapons; the scissors, the peelers, the cork opener, can opener, and innumerable knives. We better be careful, we need to be in Ma’s good books.🙃

Father: 🥴🥴🥴🥴

Me: 🤭🤭🤭🤭 (totally delighted with brat’s observation)

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As the COVID cases rise in our complex, calling the house help is out of question. As I sweep the floor, Brat is following me. 

Brat: MA in a grenade, why are there carvings on the outer covering?

Me: Umm, to make it look beautiful.

Brat: MA! Grenade kills people.

Me: Yes I know, probably the idea is ‘Let there be beauty in death’

Brat: 😳 

( I can sense he can’t believe what he heard, but well who thinks about a grenade!!)

In the evening, Brat is again following me around the house.

Brat: MA do you know why they show people duck and lie-down when a grenade explodes?

Well, those carvings are actually shells and act much like a bullet. The actual explosion doesn’t kill many people, it is these shells that hit people which are responsible for killing so many people when there is a grenade explosion. And people duck because that way only their feet is exposed, so less surface area and hence low probability of being hit by one of those bullet like grenade shells.

Me: Whoever reads about grenades!! Don’t you have better things to read.😡😡

Brat: MA looks like your curiosity is on a sabbatical. Btw Alfred Nobel invented dynamite and yet you are so happy when someone gets a Nobel prize, and here I am only reading. 😇😇


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Mother and Brat Stories (26)

A couple of COVID cases detected in our complex hence our treasured walk within the complex has come to a halt. We are back to playing indoor games, arguing, reading and browsing through old albums.Brat is seeing the pics in one such old album.

Brat: MA you looked so pretty back then ( back then is pre- marriage era, and to very child their parents are the best looking people around, so don’t read much into it)

Me: And now? 🧐

Brat: Umm….. you were prettier

Me: Yeah I know; now am not as pretty. Huh! After effects of marrying your Father 😈

Brat is now in a fix and is thinking hard how to save his father 😆😆

Brat: Well, actually I wanted to say you look prettiest now after marrying baba.

And I am having the last laugh 😂😂😂

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Mother and Brat Stories (25)

We are sitting in the veranda and chilling.

Brat: MA do you know there exists gender inequality

Me: yes absolutely agree

Brat: just imagine The lady justice is a woman, Statue of Liberty is a woman, earth is our mother and so is the universe. Where have all the fathers gone?

Me: 😳😳😳😳😳😳

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Mother and Brat Stories (24)

Am sipping tea and watching brat and his father, as they ready themselves for a chess match. Brat is arranging the chessboard

Brat: Baba from next match onwards you will arrange your side of the board and I will arrange my side.

Brat’s father: Why? Not done. If you want me to play you will bring the board, arrange it and after the game you will put it back in place. Understood?

Brat: My PM has asked everyone to be AtmaNirbhar. So next game onward I will bring the board, I will arrange my side, you will arrange your side of the board and then after the game you will keep it back in place. 😇

Brat’s father: 😳😳🤐🤐

Guess who is all smiles, and being thankful that for once the googly is aimed at someone else 😆😆😆😆

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Mother and Brat Stories (23)

We ventured out of our house after 3 months, to take a walk in our campus. Our discussions as usual ranged from books to science to inventions and so on. Brat is primarily the speaker while I am waiting for my turn forever 🙄

Me on finally getting a chance: Tell me what did you learn during this lockdown?

Brat (instantly): Never to trust China or the Chinese

Me: Just because of Xi, you can’t label all Chinese as untrustworthy and…

Brat: Sorry that was the wrong answer. Correct answer, I learnt to be patient. Phew! With baba and you constantly hovering above my head all through these gruelling months; patience is definitely something I have acquired during this lockdown 😂😂

Me: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

P.s. I still am determined to complete my unfinished lecture once I get the chance.

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Mother and Brat Stories (22)

On Lakshmi Puja day: Am shouting my lungs out instructing brat about something and brat appears to be scared of me. l am secretly feeling victorious. ☺️

Ma and MA-in law: Anuradha everyone in your Complex will be scared of you, the way you keep shouting at dadubhai (brat).

Brat: Tham Didan, no one is ever scared of MA , hence to keep her happy I act being scared of her. You know sometimes you have to make her feel powerful too 😇😇

The grandmothers and brat are having a hearty laugh while I am fuming 😤😤

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Mother and Brat Stories (21)

Brat is back from school.

Me: What’s the news today? 🤗

Brat: MA our teacher said that the school has secured 100% board results. The highest score all over India is 99.9%. But MA our language teachers tell us that irrespective of how good we are, it is never possible to score a perfect 100 in language. 🤔 I think in boards teachers are trying to encourage students and hence giving more marks and setting wrong standards for us. I feel bad for good students since their intelligence is overshadowed by the ones who got more marks even without deserving it. When these undeserving students get the marks they deserve in college they will not be able to accept it neither will their parents accept it. MA why is humanity becoming negative? Btw please make me some milkshake, I am tired after such a lot of thinking 😙😙

Me to myself: how is it even possible to give such an answer for a simple question 😳😳I don’t think I understood what he meant. Humanity negative ??!!?? Was he referring to me? 😶And referring to all the beatings he gets from me while I teach him!!

Phew!! Kids are so Complex, I was such an easygoing kid, so easy that it made my parents uneasy 😛😛😛😛

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Mother and Brat Stories (20)

A week back Brat comes back from school annoyed.

Brat: MA Roald Dahl betrayed me, I lost a mark in biology just because of him.

Me: How is that remotely possible!! He was a great writer not a biologist.

Brat: MA I loved his book James and the giant peach, a house spider was stuck on the wall for 3 years. The biology question paper had a question ‘what is the lifespan of a house spider ‘ and I wrote 3 years; while my friend wrote ‘kill at sight’ and I was laughing at him. Now he is laughing at me because his answer was closer, a house spider lives for 3-4 days.

Me: 🤭🤭 that’s ok.

Brat: I learnt an important lesson, friends can sometimes be enemies. My relationship with Roald Dahl is that of a frenemy now 😔


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