Am I what i am being called?

I felt weird when a random child called me aunty. Oh yes i have gained some extra pounds , may be some stressed lines on face, talk with people elder to my age, Talk BIG BIG things.. Advice people , Shop much ... But then , this doesn't categorize me as an Aunty. Am Just married (gona be 3 yrs) ,still fight with my brother, still fall in for chocolates and cartoons, still play racing games, still do crazy things that makes my parents go nuts... still scream of joy when India wins over match. still dance on "literally un understandable songs" .. still hang out with friends .. ahh (in phone though)
First time when a lil one called me aunty i almost screamed" kisko aunty bola be" and thought he misunderstood my age. second time i went convincing i am not that old..
But then what is being old? how will you categorize an age for an aunty.. By the way she looks? by the way she speaks?
Then what will you call the one whom i see everyday jogging faster than me in the early mist? His hair was grey and i can figure he was above 60 with those wrinkles.
Or maybe i am thinking too much and as all say i am going grey.
May be in this coming years when i turn 30 or may be tomorrow or today i am aunty.
Its difficult to adjust with the new name .
But then i think its not bad in Turning 30 or being called aunty
as for me i will always be the Child I Am. The Naughty one of My Mom.

Gratitude

Its going to be 3 years with you....
You were with me through all
My ups and downs.
I shared much of my secrets with you.
You didnt leave me
When all others did.
But yesterday everything went upside down.
I thought i lost you forever
But today you rose up as phoenix
All my hopes are back again.
You are With a broken wing
But still you are my best companion.
Thank you MY HTC DESIRE.
Never seen a phone like you.
Months before i lost torch nd other small functions ... as you always jump from my hand
Day before wen u had the fall
You lost your eyes your camera
And my headset jack..
Uwere literally silent..
But today you shown great courage my phone
And i am proud of you.
You knew music is my strength
Nd you repaired yourself nd you
Co operated with headset....
Sorry i have thrown you many times...
You are literally torn off
Your internal memory is almost nill
But you still keep my needs fulfilled.
Hatsoff my htc hatsoff to you
Love you loads

memories

I loved it while reaching back home the smell of matar pulav dragged me straight to kitchen.
Shampoo came in sachets and were restricted to be used only on marriage functions and on my bday. 
I love that Old Tring tring Phone.
I loved the Icecream waala who gave us colorful icecreams at Rs 1. I loved it when my mom receive that blue color inland letter every month. 
I wish someone could write me too.
I loved it when that box of ours (t.v) sounded "MOWGLI" "SHAKTHIMAAN" .
I loved the group dance of school which were originally on folk songs.
I loved my new textbooks smell .
I loved the "dadimaa" stories.
I loved my skipping rope ,My badminton My brothers kancha collection , rubberband guccha, his color pens My mom's handbag Her shoes. My dad's tie.
I loved my summer holidays . I loved it when school reopens yes i did.
and many more .. 
you know what i love doing?
Writing A to Z and counting 1 to 10 . Because i know all mentioned above were things that will never come back. Live the day u r living coz its gonna be memory someday

Electricity board

Dear Electricity board
Kindly stick to your word of powercuts,
Because my vegetables in fridge are no longer fresh
And so i would have to decide to sell my fridge 
So will your wife will do 
as fridge works with ectricity not with powercuts.
And if all the housewives decide to do so
The Kelvinators or the LG' s or the Samsung
Will work for loss , so they will throw people out
To compete with production loss.
Soon recesion will happen in our country
Soon price hike will happen for food items
As we housewives will have to cook daily .
So sir what will happen to your weekend outings?
How will u give treat on your bday parties?
I bet you will declare no outing zone in your houses
Your children will be sad and so will be Mc Donalds
The resturants will run out of business
As you , oh sorry ! Customers stop coming.
Ah there comes recesion again.
People will start migrating to other countries,
You will be forced to send you child abroad
Atleast he may be rescued...
And oh the Euro will rise again
Then your day dreams will become nightmare
Coz u know wats coming next...
The Inr value goes low , petrol value hikes
U no more drive ur Maruthi
Forget about driving electric scootars or cars
Remember u no longer hav electricity to charge them.
People start fighting over for money .
Malnutrition deaths as food is out of normal peoples reach.
National riots and so on.
Soon Our country will go down to label of
"Under developed" from " developing country"
Our country will start taking loan from other countries
To balance our economy .
Ah they will make sure interest rates are high
So finally our govt will decide to increase the tax and layoff many which may cause you too.
And still u survive this sir . Remember
Our country is already tired of giving taxes
And ultimately they will stop that tooo.
So i was thinking how will you ever get your PAY
If I or we housewives of private sector
Stop giving tax or buying fridges?
We normal people are sick of your extra powercuts either you make and deliver electricity properly or we will start behaving
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

WITH due respect
Normal Indian wife

My boyfriend

To my first boyfriend ever.
The first time i saw you i had an urge to Hold your hand.
I did it and you stared at me .
II still can’t forget that look
It went through me. Piercing each and single thought ofmine.
The first smooch you gave me ...
I felt it ...i knew i was at heaven,
you ruled my days and night...
and i cant wait to see you again..
Maybe you dont know that i have seen u sleeping
maybe you dont know that i loved you sincerely
Maybe you dont know whenever i had fight with you
i had my pillow wet... that much i love you
I remember each and every moment i spent with you.
After a long vaccation when we met. i remember
how we ran into each other’s arms.
I know you love me
I know you still miss me.
Why is that we are still apart...
Every time i hear your name from somewhere
i have a tear in my eye
waiting to melt down...
yes ... yes i know i am married...
i should know how to behave.
but then it’s just that i can’t forget you, my first love..
What they all say  istrue, first true love can’t be forgetting..
this is why i decided to write and tell whole world about myfirst Love
Don’t worry my husband knows him very well and He has noconcerns about this affair.
So people Let me introduce my first ever Sincere love
His name is  Jaden.Lives in my own village,
To those who know Jaden this is my confession
and to those who don’t know Jaden.
He runs in my own blood line.
My one and only Nephew.
I have known you for ages Jaden and will be with you forever
Coz for you my love is always true.
Miss you Loads

If I were Man

If i were Man I would have married a fat lady and let her live like that. Because being fat was not her fault and being thin was not mine. If i were Man i would have stood by her as she wants to go in loose dresses that does not suit her If i were man i wont taunt her for being the way she is because i married her the way she is If i were man is just an prose con of which is never fulfilled because men are with men heart and women are with women. Barely do we see Men with women heart but often meet Men with women attitude. Punishing and Pushing is easy Try to stand in someone's na..... Try to stand in a Fat person's shoes.. It will fit loose for u because they say fat people have broad heart and cheerful one. which you probably dont have

tanhaayi

Cant help writing. Its been long that i am at my desk.
dil mein ek esa dard he jo bayaan kar paana mushkil hein.
kal ke aaye aaj ka dard de jaathe hein..
aaj bhi kabhi kabhi dosthi karne se mukar jaathe hein..
sab ko agar dard he ena hotha he to dosthi karthe he kuon he...
rasthein  mein kantein hothe jaroor he
par woh apni jaga pe he rehthe he
kisi pe jabardasthi choora nahi thopthe.
maloom he aakhirkaar yeh he zindagi ka nuska he
1 khushi  do aur lakhon gum paaon..
sannatta he sannata he lagthe he tanhayi par bhi silencer he..
narraz he aaj bhi lafz mere..
na shikayath karthe  he na hi darkhaas bus yun he gham de jaathe hein
khule asman mein khule andaaz mein bas le jaa mujhe
e Khuda bas le jaa mujhe

Days in Kuwait

The Empress Country Beautiful with her own achievements. My first few days were pathetic. Coping with harsh climate and suffocating absence of dear ones. Slowly i came to know who She is . I still have no expectations with her. But with all the cities that i have traveled She is more challenging. U may ask me why i am addressing Kuwait as She. I represent only those who are strong and competitive as She. To survive here will be challenging. Lets see how i manage her or she manages me . I am surrounded by good people but then challenges are meant to fought alone . The moment i fell in love with her  , i will leave her. I ve always been same. Lets see what She has to give me apart from these dusty storms and Hot flashes!