From the Oops! File....

1)     That day I was fuming. There was a particular gadget about this blogger that was getting  on my nerves. With BIG hopes that my friend is going to help m out, I dialled his number.

989......559

1^st ring....

2^nd ring....

The other side answered “Hello?”

And this side was me “This is getting enough man!”

And he spoke... “Actually, Bhaiya has gone for a bath.”

Oops!!

2)    I had gone for a family function. I saw a girl sitting in the front row. I could see the half side of her face and suddenly I recalled her to be an acquaintance. I stood up, went to her.

Hey..How are you? Long time, noh?

She turned her face towards me. I had never ever seen her!!

Oops!!

3)    There was just one month left for the 10^th board exams and my math teacher made sure that I was into books all the time for the reason that I was extremely poor in mathematics. She took our extra classes during winter vacations and made me and a few more classmates of mine sit under the sun to study. There were some dried leaves fallen on the ground. We made it a play to write on those leaves and pass on to each other while she looked away.

I picked up a leaf and scribbled “I hate this teacher! She’s sick!”

And without looking up I raised my hand in the right direction expecting my friend to catch the leaf. But...but....teachers always reach you at the wrong time !!

A few seconds later, I was picking the dried leaves along with my friends! L

Oops!! Oops!!

4)    My dad bought 3 new toothbrushes. Red for me, blue for my sister and yellow for my mother.

    One day I went to the wash room and noticed that my tooth brush was wet even before I used it. I had a doubt that my sister got confused and used mine, so I went to ask her.

Me: Sis, did you use the red tooth brush? That is mine. Yours is blue or something right?

Sister: What? No...all these days I've been using red. Yours is yellow... I am sure.

Oops!

My mom: What!!?? Red is mine!! I've been using it all these days. You girls got confused.


Oops! Oops!!

5)    Once I was very angry on my sister for some reason. I wanted to take revenge on her. I added salt in her home delivered favourite veg sandwich which she ordered

The next day, at school's lunch break, being hungry I opened my lunch box. My heart sank after I ate a salty sandwich and spitted it out! I realised my mom being unwell couldn't cook anything and packed the same salty sandwich for my lunch.

Oops! Oops!! Oops!!!

For her.....to Heaven.......from Earth

“My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write,
Though everything I write is a poem to my mother.”
                                                 -- Shouran Doubiago
Words like Superwoman and Woman of substance stand nowhere when it comes to describing a mother. I always fall short of words when I have to scribble about the one I can only see in pictures.  On this Mother’s day, I wish to thank every mother on this Earth. Not only that, but this Mother Earth too.
I feel pain when I see kids disrespecting their moms for the very little reasons. But probably that’s how God carved her. She keeps the strength of enduring child birth and at some time bearing rejection from the same child. She has the ability to become a shoulder for her tensed husband and at the same time can make her insecure teenager feel better.
All I know is that no Oxford Dictionary, no poet or no author can ever write the true worth of a mother, for it’s an emotion, to be felt.
I pay my gratitude to my mother via this poem, wherever she is. May her soul rest in peace.


God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you
And whispered “come to me”.

With tearful eyes we watched you go,
And saw you fade away,
The angels carried you in their palms,
And for us, left no reason to remain calm,

Regret is a feeling I go through everyday,
For not even once I could hug you and say,
“I love you the most, maa”
In my own way.

Oh God,
Why couldn’t you just let us be?
She didn’t deserve to die,
She didn’t  deserve to be in pain
Only to ask you, night after night-
When i cry in vain.


Each moment we miss you,
Many times we’ve cried,
If love alone could save you,
You never would have died.

From cradle to life...

Inside a vital womb,
was a seed planted.
By the mighty God,
was a life granted.

As the new parents,
cuddled their bundle of joy in their arms,
she gripped their finger in her palms,
they imagined all the great things,
their little princess would accomplish.

Soon, the rattle in her hand,
changed to a pencil,
with which several times,
she would write and cancel.
Sitting along her friends,
she decorated her doll into a bride,
and also her groom with pride.

Years passed,
and her small pink hands,
amazingly evolved to teenage manicured ones,
her cute two ponies to stylish laser cuts,
Johnson's baby stuff to Lo'real and Garnier,
baby shoes to pencil heels.

She pretended everything to be fine,
but, inside every moment she felt dying,
though at times found herself on cloud nine,
she knew, difficulties would freeze her spine.

She underwent several changes,
She faced tough times,
She beared heartbreaks,
like in the sun, the wet mud bakes.

Little did she know,
something was yet to arrive,
like a cherry on the cake,
someone was yet to come,
to take her away from her mum.

And finally, the day arrived.
The daddy's little girl,
to a dashing boy was tied.
She looked beautiful,
draped in a bridal chiffon,
of color red and many several tone.

Her heart thumped,
with doubts and confusions,
when the holy mantras,
with silent promises were spoken.

Into a new life she stepped,
the fear of responsibilities did pang her head,
trials and tribulations did never leave her side,
but the hurt in her heart she would always hide.

Though her world evolved with
insecurities,
confusions and
changes at every take,
her life continues to be same,
for everyone's sake.