Chapter of Life


 

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A young 14 year old girl is hooked onto TV watching Shahrukh Khan selling almost everything on TV. Her cell beeps and she reads the SMS and laughs at the non veg joke (explicit content suppressed). She calls back the sender and chats for one hour repeatedly repeating the phrase- ‘aur batao’ (tell me more). The talk gets over after saying bye bye take care for umpteenth number of times and blowing kisses with the sound of Muuuaaahhhhh. The words angel, baby, honey, jaanu, sweetz dominate the whole call and sound like a refrain from a soft romantic ballad. The call finishes and the girl looks at the TV once again wherein SRK again is cheering his boys in the IPL arena of glamour cricket (where everything is a BRAND).

 

Scene 2

The young 14 year old girl goes to her room and slips into her Nike PJ and plugs onto her iPOD listening to High School Musical 2 OST and glares at the larger than life posters plastered on her wall. She opens her lappy logs onto Facebook and sends a cool new poster on Super wall to all her 209 friends in her network. She smiles at the new Superlatives given to her by her boyfriend. She sees him online at the moment on Gtalk with the rad status message –‘Nobody dies a virgin life f**** you in many ways’. She tells him the message is so cool and then again the repeated act of bye byes and take care begins now armed with emoticons.

 

Scene 3

The young 14 year old girl gets up in the morning picks her Pepe Jeans London bag and wears her Nike shoes and shoves up the Nokia N72 in the inside pocket of the bag and runs for the car. The chauffeur opens the door and she sits insides throwing her bag and grabbing the remote. She reaches school and kisses her friends and yells- ‘hey how you doin’, ‘wassup mate’.

 

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Scene 1

A young 14 year old girl is hooked onto cleaning the dining table hearing Sahrukh Khan (sic). She sings ‘Jaanam Dekh Lo mit gai duriyaa main yahaan hu……..yaha’. She hears a shrill voice from the other room and hears a faint voice to bring ice cream for her. She quickly leaves the table and prepares big bowl of ice cream and pours chocolate syrup at the top and resists the saliva on her tongue to grab a big spoonful of the delight in front of her misty eyes. She takes a bite from the melting drop from the rim of the bowl and closes her eyes for a second.

 

Scene 2

The young 14 year old girl goes to the kitchen and lies on the mattress and switches on the FM listening to new Himesh Rehammiya number and glares at the roof while imagining her in the song. She gets up and looks herself in the mirror. She looks at her long never ending braid and the weird curve in the end where her rubber band was tied. She opened it and moved her fingers through her hair and started singing ‘Jhooth Naiyo Bolna’. She smiles at her little jig and goes back to the mattress fully conscious of the fact that she had to get up early next morning to iron the uniform and make the breakfast.

 

Scene 3

The young 14 year old girl gets up at the shrill voice of the pretentious Mrs. Kapoor and runs to the kitchen. She switches on the swanky LG Cooking range and heads for the Nirlep non stick pan to cook breakfast. She runs for the car. The chauffeur opens the door and she gives the lunch box to the young 14 year old girl. She curses her and annoyingly takes it and starts fiddling with the remote control. The young 14 year old girl goes to the market to get groceries and meets her other likes. She smiles and yells- ‘Hello didi I am going to my gaon (village) for diwali ’.

 

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We could be either of the two girls- but we would always wish to be the former girl not the latter-but they are both happy and content. But-Life is not equal. It’s different for you, me and others. Some are blessed with more some are blessed with few.  Life is beautiful. It’s a one time encounter for you, me and others. Some live it to the fullest and some keep cursing and ruin the beauty of it. Life gives moments to smile, to cry, to laugh, to curse, to swear, to enjoy- what do we give back to the life? We know and meet several people who are in much sad situations than ours-still our life seems more complex. I have seen little boys in rural areas enjoying the dip in the rivulets sporting a big grin on their face and there sometimes I am cursing if there’s a power shortage in the summers. May be we need to learn how to live from them. I learnt a lesson from life and this is just a Chapter of Life. There may be many more, from all people who walk into my life and thoughts from all spheres of world.

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17 thoughts on “Chapter of Life

  1. I think the pleasure n joy poor kids get by just running with a cycle tire with a stick is more than the urban spoilt kids get by playing XBOX. and when I see workers sleeping even in sun sometimes after lunch i think they have better sleep than us!

  2. Hey fruitymind,

    ur post made me reiterate my favorite quote,

    “Life is beautiful*
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    .
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    *conditions apply”
    :)

    Signing off,
    Anantha

  3. Happened to bump into your blog and read the post…. well written and quite true…

    life is what we make of it and if it is left to us to define life…the only thing to do with life is to make it happy……

    Loved your post…..

  4. @ littleindian- Yes you’re right-its all about contentment……well the thing tt actually tripped my mind was memories of my old 16 year old maid in Delhi and what fun she had always. Though I was sometimes sad because of stress of getting admission/faring well in exams……..but she was carefree….like a bird..…she loved wearing my clothes, my nail paints and other make up stuff and my sandals…….she use to sometimes wear my high heels while cleaning the room.. and I used to see her from far admiring herself in the mirror…and she looked happy! ALWAYS…

    fruity :)

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  6. Hiya,
    the word that comes to mind is contentment.
    happiness, comfort, satisfaction .. are all relative,
    contentment is absolute.
    They are the fortunate ones who can be content with whatever they have. They achieve.

    What tripped your mind to make you write this?
    Just curious.

  7. @ Vishesh- pretty coincidental you commented on my blog at the same time when I commented on yours. Thanks for visiting my blog dear…I commented on the post you left a trail for!

    fruity :)

  8. Thanks Macha……It is semi autobiographical btw……..I wrote it keeping a 16 year old maid in mind…..she used to love wearing my clothes, my nail paints and other make up stuff and my sandals…….she use to sometimes wear my high heels while cleaning the room.. and I use to see her from far admiring herself in the mirror…and she looked happy! ALWAYS…

    fruity :)

  9. O did I macha? I didn’t realize. Btw I am letting out a deep dark secret….I wrote this post in office today- was getting this urge to write something ……hehehe..I just googled these images Macha!! Huh- remember the theorem- ‘Most likely….’

    machi :)

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