My First Feeling of LOVE

Woke up to the rays of the sun;

Bubbling inside with an anxious emotion.

An unknown feeling rising within;

I was nervous of what was coming.

I had heard people call it love.

It made me crazy by the day ;

Sometimes sad and sometimes gay.

The world started to look different .

I was looking like my new version.

These were the signs of love.

The wind flew like before;

The sun still shone to the core.

Didn’t feel like violins were played;

In the same way the breeze still swayed.

Did it really feel like love?

But I tossed and turned in my sleep;

At times all I wanted to do was; weep.

The next moment I burst out laughing.

Sometimes it was anger; solace I found in yelling.

These symptoms definitely meant love.

Havoc; it was with my hormones.

Crazy; it was with my mind.

Different; I was physically.

Confused; I was totally.

I had to confirm if it was love.

I rushed to my mom; my friend;

Narrated all the incidents;

She looked at me and beamed.

Is it love; I screamed.

Was it love?

She took me in her cover;

The answer I was ready to discover.

What I heard; shocked me.

Love it was not; she told me.

It was just PMS; PMS and not love.

That my friends was : My first Feeling of PMS.
P.s : PMS - Pre Menstruaal Syndrome.. lol

Dance-o-mania

Get together a bunch of dance-crazy people, a dance guru, weekends and a wedding sangeet. Tadaaaa!!! You can smell chaos in the breeze.
It starts with one of us getting ready to spend their parents’ hard earned money (I mean ready to get married). And we done our dancing shoes, gear up and lo and behold, there we are all ready to set the stage on fire.
Ok..maybe ..not that ready… The irreplaceable dance guru, “The Akash”, enters and now we are ready. Totally. Period.

One classically trained guru.
A bunch of jumpy kids, who can wriggle in the music in pubs. Basically those people who put their hands in the air and can sway with music. Left Right Left. (They think they are the best dancers in the world… Self obsessed…) And the training commences.

Akash goes , 1 2 3 4. We follow 1 2 3 4.
But wait a minute, from a third persons perspective it seems like he did 1 2 3 4 and we followed 4 3 2 1.
Just for the sake of analogy, he starts to teach “paneer butter masala” and we end up cooking “paneer tikka masala”. There is a definite similarity but hell its not the same.

When “The Akash” is doing a step, he brings it to life. When we do that same step, we kinda send it to coma. We are definitely good, we try not to kill it. At least “The Akash” appreciates our efforts.( He has no other choice)

The 1 2 3 4’s stretch long into the nights. Along with the counting and the song, the distinct noises are “aah…” , “ooh” , “ouch”. All the lazy limbs and muscles stretch to their peak during the dance-o-mania times. In all we definitely loose a couple of kilos (not individually..but in total)

Then comes the finale. The moment to bring the stage alive. The rock performers in all of us awaken and we put up quite a show. We definitely raise the TRP of the sangeet. The crowd breaks into applause. The cheering results in our self-obsession rising up to the peak.

“The Akash” stands there his heart overwhelemed, clapping away incessantly. Thinking “This was not what I taught them.”
Well I did mention, we end up cooking paneer tikka masala. But the point is the crowd does not know that it was supposed to be paneer butter masala in the first place. Lol.

The crux is that we have fun. Those weekends, have live energy in the air. The house comes alive. Dance and music do it. They bring out the best in us. We loose ourselves. There are no other thoughts lingering.
For those hours the mind is free of any worries.
It has to be, you need all the concentration in the universe, to do a step that remotely looks like "The Akash’s" step. Lol.

There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them. ~Vicki Baum
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. ~Agnes De Mille
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.

Meter-o-logy

Just imagine if were born with the following measuring instruments kinda things suck to the forehead or any other body part.
((These are the definition given in Raji’s dictionary)

Feel-o-meter: An instrument for measuring, how what you are really feeling for the person you are talking to.

The units: Love, like, buzz-off, i-so-wanna-kill-you, neutral, added-to-my-crush-list, lusting-you, respect, impressed.

The meter flashes the words on the forehead. This can be a great energy saver and could very much make the heavens crowded. People would not lie and will not have to pretend about what they feel about each other. This could really spell Disaster too.

Jerk-o-meter: An instrument that displays the percentage of jerkiness running within you. The synonym for this is: ass-hole-o-meter.

Pleasure-o-meter: An instrument for measuring how satisfied you are after you-know-what ;). Displays only after the act is over. Lol

Units: Satisfied, want-more, Duh!! , i-will-have-to-do-it-myself, ecstatic.

Can kinda be a revelation! You are feeling like ohh-wow and you look at your partner and the meter flashes “Duh..” Freaky huh! Maybe it will affect the egos a lot and people might take efforts and not be complacent. It might save a few relations ;)

Look-o-meter: An instrument that displays what you feel, when somebody asks “How is this or How do I Look”. It also has a detector that displays what you feel when you are giving a false compliment.

Units: Hot, gorgeous, eeks, horrible,,, (you know the words)

Frustrate-o-meter: An instrument that display your level of frustration.

Units: range from 0 to back-off.

Will save a lot of energy, expended during shouting at others. And others would know what to expect.

Cheat-o-meter: An instrument that displays when one is cheating on their partner. Units: Simple flashes a red light. It would be quite a scene to see people walking around with a bright red light flashing. Haa!!!

Single-o-meter: An instrument that displays the current status.

Units: Single, Committed

Will preserve a lot of energy expended by people devising plan to hook up with someone, finally coming to know that they are committed. Will save quite a few heartbreaks. And might put the cheat-o-meter out of use.

If GOD reads, and SHE likes my design, maybe someday kids will be born with similar meters. (I personally recommend Pleasure-o-meter and feel-o-meter) Imagining it in reality, I am not sure how much fun it would be or will it spell disaster. But since it’s a fragment of my imagination, sounds kinda cool. (maybe my imagination sounds dumb...but I am loving it)

There is an inverse relationship between how good something is for you, and how much fun it is.