Being A Man

He craved for chocolates & mommy’s hug,
Papa’s pat on the back every time,
He finished his milk in the mug.

He was scared of the darkness in his room,
He wished Mom’s bedtime story,
Didn’t have to end so soon.

He waited for weekends for school to end,
For fun family picnics and,
Cricket matches with his friends.

One fine day he found his schoolmates,
Sporting funny moustaches,
And speaking of dates.

Confused & bewildered he stared at his face,
Just shiny red pimples and a mole,
Of a moustache simply no trace!

He saw his buddies smoke & drink,
Knowing he wasn’t a ‘dude’,
His heart would sadly sink.

He was dared to try & be as cool,
To whistle at girls or even wink,
And not be such a wimpy fool.

Then one day as they were hanging out,
Screeching tires, sickly crash,
And suddenly they heard people’s shouts.

Blood stained the road as the victims lay,
Shattered glass & a crowd,
No one lifting a finger to save the day.

His friends nudged him, it wasn’t their business,
Just leave the scene they said,
But he just couldn’t leave them lying helpless!

And so he did what he felt was the right thing to do,
Helped the needy even though,
He was as scared as his friends too.

Later at night when the family sat down,
His father beamed at him & so did his Mom,
To be lucky to have a son like him for their own.

He wasn’t a dude, didn’t have to be,
He didn’t have to smoke or,
Be rude for the world to see.

He had his heart in the right place,
And strong conscience that proudly said,
Don’t go by my height or my chubby face.

Watch me & trust me on day I can
Have the world at my feet
For make no mistake, I am a MAN!

Happy International Men’s Day! 🙂

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Ye Baal Mujhe De De

This has been the dialogue in my mind whenever I saw anyone with a mop of flirtatious curly/wavy hair walk by me. I craved for that hair, suffered to see those messy tresses tied down most inhumanely into a pony or worse a bun…watched in fascination as a few strands would break free & embrace the cool breeze and danced happily. And then I would feel my hair, limp & unenergetic *sigh!

Yes I have straight hair, as straight as it can get. So straight & non-messy that my friends in school used to play around with it trying to mess it up & all I needed to do was shake my head like a dog wags its tail & bingo! Straight again! You have no idea how much it broke my heart. And the irony of fate-girls with the tresses I’d kill for, coming to me & muttering how great it must be to have perfectly straight hair…how they have a hard time managing their curls, how their hair won’t listen to them at all! Until std10 I sported a hairstyle that our Chemistry ma’am had best described as “scientist’s hairdo”, the scientist in question not being Newton though. I looked like how Shabana Azmi would have after 1 month of shooting for Water(or fire…earth..God knows what was the movie!)

Finally I grew out my hair hoping a miracle would occur & I’d at least inherit my Mom’s wavy tresses(Pa didn’t have much hair for me to recognize whether it was straight or wavy). Sadly that never happened. All that happened was the change in city & the humid climate thinned down my hair. 2 years later I could be found in my room, lost in profound thoughts staring at the strands of hair on my comb *sob! I tried everything, from henna to olive oil(turned out that was a cooking oil). I wore scarves to protect my hair, admonished my boyfriend when his speed limit crossed 40km/hr & finally rescued my hair!:D

And then suddenly I discovered hair stylers. Yes now even if for a few hours even I could have those lovely curls on my head! I was ecstatic until I heard the warnings of my friends about the damage it causes to the hair making it dry & frizzzly. I’d almost given up on the thought when thanks to Indiblogger, I found a Dove gift hamper at my doorstep. It was the latest range of products they had-the Dove Oil Care shampoo, conditioner, serum & mask. One it was free and two, it was just the thing I needed to ensure I don’t end up bald after all the styling I’d be going into!
And so here I am from boring straight to maggi noodles & en route a lot more experiments & adventures with my hair!

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