Here I am!

Ok. So I haven’t blogged in a very (very very) long time!
Taking over from my last blog, I’ve finally gotten back to eating normal food (an official goodbye to jaundice :D). Nadal lost the US Open finals to Djokovic, and I started working. Finally!

Umm..well, this post really has no purpose as such. I have absolutely no idea of what I’m typing!
Maybe this was just to let the world know that I’m still alive somewhere  (not that the world knows..or cares..but then, neither do I :P)

I stop here. I guess I’ll have a good laugh at these silly posts of mine a couple of years down the line 😛

Till then, live love & laugh!

PS: –I wish I hadn’t wasted my precious Sunday on reading Revolution 2020. *guilt*
–There’s a new movie coming up..”mujhse fraaandship karoge” *pukes*
–Stupid Gnanesh has put my name in for the Diwali function at the workplace. I can’t dance, neither can I sing, nor can I act. So basically, I’m in big trouble. *what to do*  *kthxbai*

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Let me go down Mumma..I want to play

To become a Star was in my might.
Shining out bright, in the night.
I was a piece of unmoulded clay.
Let me go down mumma, I want to play.

I scored 85 mumma, is that bad a fare?
i had tried my best, mumma. I did, i swear.
Was this God’s way of punishing me, I wondered.
At home, on seeing my marks, my parents thundered.

I thought education meant learning, mumma.
All my teachers said that I was a gifted child.
Mumma, I promise I had studied night and day.
Atleast now let me go down Ma, I want to play.

Competition was not worthy of me, mumma.
Those groundings, those shoutings, those punishments,
those whips.
To go to the doctor, were my only trips.

One day, I assured you, of becoming a BIG star.
But on my body, mumma, you left more than one scar.
After all this mumma, just one option I had.
To leave this world, and go to God’s own pad.

I was tired mumma, of all the beatings & scoldings.
I wanted to end it, I wanted to cry.
Just a small hug..or your smile, Ma, would have made my day.
I want to go down mumma, I want to play.

The sleeping pills were my only hope, Ma.
I will certainly be happy with God.
Now daddy & you will have nothing to worry..
No bad papers, no bad marks..just a naughty ME to bury.

Don’t you cry, mumma. I know I am safe.
I’m sorry I failed the test of life mumma,
the competition I couldn’t take.
But i hope God will send me back, Ma, with a brain less fake.

I love you, mumma. I was good in my own way.
Let me go down now, I want to play.
I’m sorry mumma, I was such a waste.
But now see me Ma, I’m shining up there,
shining up bright in the sky.
Let me go down, Ma. Just let me go fly.