Ab mere paas bahana banane ke liye
koi bahana nahin hai…
Bachpan mein school ka homework nahin karti thi toh teacher se kehti ke, papa baahar gaye hain aur mummy bimar hain… Ghar par mummy ko kehti thi ke, teacher ne aaj homework nahin diya hai. Aise na jaane kitne din masti mein guzar jaate the! Mera mann hi nahin karta tha homework karne ka kyun ke, chahe kitne hi sundar handwriting the mere teacher mujhe kabhi ‘Good’ nahin deti thi :(
College mein shuru-shuru mein sincere thi, lekin baad mein youth festivals, sports competitions, social work, pepsi-samosa-burger and majja ni life! S. P. University circle pe main apni kinetic honda pe chakkar lagati rehti thi…mawwaali ki tarha! Main kabhi fail nahin huyi, magar mujhe kabhi ‘Good’ bhi nahin mila. Tab ghar par bahana banati thi ke, teacher ne paper galat check kiya tha.
Bahano ki kamee nahin thi- kabhi mummy ke uncle ko maar diya, kabhi 45 saal ki chachi
ko baby born kara diya aur kabhi already married mausi ki phir se shaadi karvadi. Maths ke teacher ke liye alag aur geography ke teacher ke liye alag… different teachers, different bahane! Sirf family ya relatives mere nishane par nahin the, main apne-aap ko bhi bimar kar deti thi. Loose motion aur headache mere favourite bahane the. In sab ke piche sirf ek motive tha- ek haath ‘Good’ do, ek haath homework lo!
Kabhi kabhi mummy pyaar mein pighal kar mera saath deti thi… mummy teacher ko phone karke request thi ke, hum sab one week ke liye native place ja rahe hain Tapasya ko chhutti de do. Phir toh bas majja ni life!
Bahano ka khazana tha mere paas. Awww… Mere most precious bahane!
Prospective groom(s) se kaha sorry, I love someone else.
Dusre ko kaha, mujhe shaadi nahin karni.
Teesre ko kaha… bhaiya, idhar No Entry ka board lagaa hai.
Aur chauthe, panchve, chhatthe ko kaha saale maa ki aankh…bola na Not Interested!
Mom-dad ko bura laga tha…shayad. Mummy ko laga tha shayad main lesbian hoon ;)
But it’s ok. Tab bhi toh ek bahana tha Mumbai aakar job karne ka.
Khud apni pehchan banane ka. Socha kuch aur toh aata hai nahin, chalo writer hi ban jaati hoon. Job pe naye bahane banane ka plan tha.
Khud apni pehchan banane ka. Socha kuch aur toh aata hai nahin, chalo writer hi ban jaati hoon. Job pe naye bahane banane ka plan tha.
Magar corporate world, uski sar pe patthar ki tarha lagti reality, work stress, har din
hota traffic jam aur aaye din ho rahe rickshaw-taxi walon ke strikes, jai Maharashtra - jai Gujarat - jai UP, gunde-badmashon ki dadagiri, chootiyon ki nangi harkatein… Main sach mein bimar hone lagi. Lost rehne lagi. Ab headache ka bahana nahin banati kyun ke ab mujhe migraine hai. Loose motion ka bahana bhi nahin karna padta, ab mera blood pressure low rehta hai.
Ab main 3-4 mahine mein ek baar Gujarat jaati hoon family visit pe… officially one month pehle hi leave ke liye apply kar deti hoon. After all, rules are rules!
Ab main 3-4 mahine mein ek baar Gujarat jaati hoon family visit pe… officially one month pehle hi leave ke liye apply kar deti hoon. After all, rules are rules!
Yahan ya toh GOOD milta hai ya G#@*D marti hai! Mere bahane mujhe kabhi kabhi sapno mein milne aate hain. Friends se kabhi kabhi baat ho jaati hain… 'purani jeans' ki tarha! Tab pepsi-samosa-burger ko bahot miss karti hoon.
Ab itne log marte hain, itne divorce hote hain, itne bacchon ka rape hota hai ke… Ab main kisiko nahin maarti, na kisiki shaadi aur na hi kisiko baby born karati hoon.
Ab mere paas bahana banane ke liye koi bahana nahin hai…
