Sweet Child of Mine?

Here is the post I was talking about. Firstly, no child is sweet.. so I suppose you got the satire(in case you haven’t, yet). Secondly, this post is originally dated of 17 Oct’o7. Thats pretty much it! So here We go…

I hate kids. The ones between 3 and 7, with a tolerance of a couple of years more on either side. I know that they sweet and cute et al, but if you’d look with a little more masculine eyesight, you’d get what I really mean here.

I’ve had some terrible experiences with them from the time of yore, more aptly, I never had any good experience with them till date. There were a few kids whom I used to like (precisely, there has been only two of this kind) but then I realized, this is not me, I just can’t like kids in any format.. oh sorry, I meant form! There are too many reasons to mention for this antipathy, some frivolous, some equally genuine. The primer being that I am not good with them; kids do get terrified by me somehow! Especially the males (So far, so Good) but the case is a little different with females-mind you, just a little, not comfortingly much, sadly- in the long run they do understand me in the right spirit.

This post can be attributed to some of my torturous interactions with kids in AC compartment of trains running in between Delhi and Lucknow. Most recent one is of today, and couple of days before.

I was in the chair-car cabin. C-2, seat no. 44 and 45, with one of my friend (whose thoughts in this regard fairly go hand in hand with mine). Our front seat, back seat, side one and the two diagonally side ones.. all had at least one child each. Two of them bore 3 children each! Horrible! And to worsen the matters, in all, these were the only hell makers for the entire cabin.. deliberately seated within irking ranges from us.

All the weird activities of children, which their parents somehow find very adorable, completely beat me. We were watching Friends and this kid, from our behind, like an apparition, stood in between us, each hand on our mortal heads.. like bitches in prison. Then there was the other one, who desperately wanted our only pack of Parle-G and who, even after having the entire pack all by himself, wasn’t fully content and demanded some more when the train was going at some 70-80 mph (Yeah, the train was kind of “Superfast”, to put in railway-walla terminology). And the kid, right ahead of us, was a mere baby –mind you, just Technically- otherwise he wasn’t inferior to his(or her, whatever!) other contemporaries. It had a very high-pitched loudspeaker installed in it’s larynx. No candies for guessing why my head was going whirlpool just after 2 hours in train (and journey lasted for full 8 hours and 47 minutes! Yeah, I counted each second of it, I ought to; had no other choice).

Moreover, I’ve some chronic troubles with respect to most atomic kid’s stuff. Like I’m never able to differentiate between two of them; to me, all of them look annoyingly the same! And then, I can never tell with surety of their gender, unless.. you know ;-). I do like the smell of their Johnson & Johnson’ Baby Powder. But thats all I like about them.

I’ve heard that one can coin terms, provided that they are semantically and syntactically and etymologically correct. So here is some food for thought –I’m Paedophobic. Howzzat? 😉

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Perhaps Insipartional, or Whatever!

A miss is as good as a mile.

 

I’ve been cribbing badly to scribble here for quite a while now, but as you know, the net here is pathetic (I’ve mentioned it a million times before as well); and hence I was unable to do so. Moreover, somebody chided me yesterday of squandering my time away and me becoming so unblogger like(Which I’m, nevertheless). But the original post which I’ve been wanting to write is not this one. I’m writing this one just for the heck of writing it.

 

Now something about the quote.

Out of the blue moon, this propped in my head today morning. By the way, I woke up pretty early today, at 6:30, and strangely enough.. I didn’t feel dizzy thereafter -just a hangover of 5 day long weekend- you really can’t blame me for it!

I do have a special relationship with this quote; this reminded me of all the sweet and really productive time I have had during my 10^th board preparation. It took me back to my old house, to that bookmark on which it was written, to all those thoughts and memories I had then. How important to me boards result was then, even though I was fully aware of it’s futility at the same time. But I used to convince myself that this is equally a lame alibi to runaway from all the hard work et al. But I also knew, 10 years down the line, no body -including Me- would give a tiny rats ass as to what did I do in my tenth boards! This made me so much calm in my mind, and gave me so much solace. No wonder, I didn’t feel drowsy at all thereafter!

And yet, I was late for my 8AM class today, and that too, astronomically.. by almost 25 minutes! In an hour long lecture! Don’t you smirk. Agreed, that I take a whole lot more time in getting ready than my peers(male peers, to be more specific 😉 ) Then I’ve to eat equally leisurly as well. Lets accept this guys, I can never be on time in that class! 😦

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No Smoking?

Beautiful girls, women.. Curling up those ambrosial, impeccably White sticks in their perfect rosy, full, pink lips.. blowing it manipulatively, sometimes reflexively, at times being more conspicuous or rather warily! Can anything, any vista be more coquettish..seductive than this?

I always used to think of smoking women as -well, Almost- detestable, not anymore though. Off late, I’ve nurtured a penchant for them. Fall this winter, you bet it is gonna ameliorate!

The reason? I’d better be shut-up 😉

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