Letter to e'K'ta

Dear Ekta Aunty,

I am so happy to be writing to you, My name is Vanchinchastha. That's right it was something my mum and dad picked up from one of your equally long titled soaps. My name when broken up sounds like van, chin and a Chinese man says chest. When I grow up they want me to become just like one of your characters you know the types who suddenly from short skirts and tops goes to wearing sarees and nineteenth century jewelery and goes so crazy with it that even sleeps in them, wooohoow I can't wait to give up meat, booze and a career for my loving husband whose name also freakishly starts with 'V' and cook for him and wait for his rebirth after his death to lead a pavitra rishta that never got apavitra.

    Sometimes when I see my friends drinking and smoking and doing shit, it reminds me of one of the negative characters in your soaps you know the red haired chick with excessive make up and either sporting short hair or long hair but never tied up. She also has this background music to every wise crack or let's say murder plan she makes for the leading lady. Oh no but I want to be like the saree clad bahu the one who touches the feet of her elders because she wears so much oil in her head no one dares to hug her.And ofcourse not consummate my relationship with my hunk of a husband from a middle class family living in a palace as we are sure to be trapped in a cabin on a rainy night where the miracle of life happens. Yes in just one go. :O

My husband and I shall support the family while we see the evil brother and his equally satanic wife plotting to take over it, but no siry I shall keep my mouth shut "Kyunki mere pass Maa hai". And then again support my family, but this time by wearing torn or patched up sarees and stand in the line for water in a unimaginably dirty slum that gives dharavi a run for its money. Oh yes and trade my 19th Century jewelery for a 'chutki bhar sindoor' while my husband the ex-rich successful business man now ofcourse a petty thief goes and robs the same place I sold the jewelery at.  
  Oh yes how can I forget the cabin conceived baby the baby who recovered from cancer because in this world menial illnesses like cold and cough do not happen to poor people like us. Yes my cabin conceived baby shall save us as he suddenly turns 25 years old with so much anger that he can destroy his evil uncle and aunt.
This will be a dream come true ekta aunty because of you, this has become a reality to my parents and as they say you are your parents might in turn be a reality for me.

But say no more you even seem to have a strong hold on the reality tv too.

The End

P.S.
I hate you. 

The Cynic in me

Everyday I get up with a mission, something new to do, something different. Well by the time I get the day started and you know when I actually get it started the enthusiasm triples, more like in the other direction.As nowadays I seem to do something unlikely, something I never thought would happen, I have started agreeing to what Mara used to say, I have become the president of cynicism land. Ok wait that isn't happening last I checked I was contesting for Lala land.

I ain't self battering but my self loathing levels have been at their peak lately and I ain't even PMSing. Let's just look at things I like to do. I like to talk, I like to write, read make jokes, pull Aditee's leg. Hmmm that can qualify as a degree really I am pretty good at that. I can actually fill pages on my resume on the wise cracks I have made about her. I am soon to become 23 how about that. 7 more and I turn twenty ten. I guess that the right way to see it, stick to the tipsy 20's than the tired 30's. Seems like everyone takes things in a negative way nowadays, or is it just me, I think a lot about things, think about why I think about things, then think about why am I not thinking about things I am supposed to think about. 

Ah well its just a start more on my cynicim later, catch me around 10 Monday to Friday!

Yellow

Where do I start and how do I end,
You and only you is what I think about,
You around me you surround me, you took away my heart.
Colours of rainbow a bright blue start,
Days of wonder, gaze of love.
You make me happy; in joy I live,
You are the reason the reason I say,
finished I'll feel if you go away.

Written on paper I pour myself out,
it's something to wonder nothing to doubt,
Feelings are mutual, brittle is nothing anymore,
we seem, we are, we will be forever...