Carnival of Fantasy

Welcome O’ Wanderer, to the greatest carnival on Earth,

You look all revved up to join this happening party!

Why don’t you relax with Long John Silver and his rum?

Or share a butterbeer with Harry if that strikes your fancy!


Join Snow White and Cinderella with their dizzy foxtrot,

And try your luck to kiss and wake the Sleeping Beauty!

Stop over to pat Moby Dick by the pond – he’s real friendly,

And hop over for an animated gambol with Timmy the Dog!


Glinda the Good Witch will merrily teach you her magic,

And while you’re at it, cheer up Sam and Frodo with some!

Try not to disturb Alice looking through the glass though,

And watch your head for Peter Pan juggling Miss Moppet!


This party is happening in every room around the world,

When any child picks up a book and unlocks his dreams!

Take some time to wipe the dust from your old bookshelf,

And unhook the anchor to sail towards your wonderland!

As a kid, I was living a part in almost every book I read – an escape into my personal fantasy. I forget now how easy it was to run away with my thoughts.  The prompt given by Anthony at dVerse to go crazy with our imagination was a perfect way to bring my best friends back to life!


Maturity is Overrated

growing-upHumanity has been blessed with a poop-load of emotions and progressive attitudes. But, the deal of growth and development gets too pressing when all I want to do is get back to my coloring books.

Is that too much to ask for?

I think not.

Really! What kind of wiring inside our heads brings on smirks and wisecracks when we see a “grown up” indulging in pure, unadulterated child-like fun. The looks I get when I lick Nutella straight from the jar… DUH! There are thieves and murderers out there, yet I get booked for criminal conduct – well, almost! I was coloring the other day and at least six people asked after my age, my mental stability and my lack of life (*injured look*). Haha! They think they are being so funny, I am drowning in hysterics.


Now, if only I could smash their faces into a bowl of rotten condensed milk and eggs, it would tie up everything in a nice little bow. Mature, I know …

I don’t want to be a responsible adult all the time. It is so… vanilla! I want to have stupid fun which doesn’t include gyrating to crappy music and being all over someone. I want to build a nice nest of pillows and blankets, and cuddle with my best friend. I want to have a showdown with my extremely understanding boyfriend about who gets the last piece of cake. I want to serenade down the streets on a purple bicycle with tassels (Okay, I’ll rethink the tassels!). Chuck serious! I spend exactly nine hours, five times a week being serious and acting like I am the answer to world peace. Clearly, I deserve break!

But, this brings forth another issue. The definition of break! The fact that I don’t indulge in drinks (unless it is Bailey’s! *slurp*) automatically brings a round of “You still get asked for ID, no?” or “LOL, so you still have child-lock in the car?” Same when I balk at clubbing and up-scale partying. Excuse me. Why am I labelled as a “kid” just because I don’t always like dressing all sheeny and get clicked with hordes of cocktails? At times, I really just want an early morning hike instead of a late night party. And if being a kid is what it means, then I will be the best kid you have ever seen! Ha! Take that…

‘Younging’ down needs to be a trend. Presto! To refer someone as a kid should not be a form of humiliation. I mean what sadistic pleasure people get when they say, “Over there! The kid’s section – those clothes might fit you.” And honestly, kids themselves need to understand the beauty of being young and child-like. How many do we see playing on the streets nowadays? And what the hell are ‘boy issues’ at the age of six?? I feel like trashing that iPad the eight year old is busy with… but chuck it! I will contribute to the society instead. Tie up my sneakers and race with the dog in the lane to set an example for those munchkins. Very altruistic of me, no? A saint among sinners! Excuse me while I prepare my Nobel Acceptance Speech.

Oh!! To Be a Kid Again…

I miss being a kid – well who doesn’t! Apart from the fact that now I can have ice-cream for lunch and can splurge on a dress without feeling too guilty about it, I pretty much want my childhood back. I am specifically talking about my childhood – not the pouty selfie nation of the present-day kids.

So tada! Here’s presenting a list of 7 things I miss about being a kid –

  1. The inexhaustible energy! Running here and there, slipping down and under, incessant scampering and shouting … Whew! If only there was a way to bottle all that energy! I hope there is someone out there inventing a ludicrous way to store that energy. Then I am going to chase those loud and noisy munchkins like a scary energy-leeching parasite!
  2. It was a beautiful time when my only worry was whether him borrowing my pencil and not returning it meant:
    • He was an angel wanting to keep a piece of me close to his heart or
    • He was a rotten thief with sticky fingers and a sniveling nose.
  3. The bedtime stories! The whole process of being tucked in bed, being narrated a nice story, then taking a pee break only to demand one more story was  priceless. I mean, who wants late night texting and Angry Birds when you get bed-time stories! And if you are really nice, mommy (or daddy) can be manipulated into making you a cup of warm chocolate milk.
  4. The certain reality that anyone and everyone who smells good can double as a human mountain! Or a horse, or a goat or a frog. It is inevitable! You climb all over them, use them for piggy back rides or make them your mattresses. Ah, good times!
  5. Fall asleep anywhere but you will still wake up in bed! The couch, movie theaters, cars or someone’s lap – irrespective of where you start off, you will wake up in that snuggly bed with no memory of which considerate person carried you to bed.
  6. It was a time when terms like carbs, low fat, calories and lean anything were just stupid, meaningless and boring words that did not belong in any happy place. One more cheese fry please!
  7. The clothes! Have you realized that it is extremely difficult to see a badly dressed kid? Because almost any color, any style will look amazing… the cuteness factor comes to yet another rescue.

Bonus point as I am feeling extremely generous about doing my bit for the world –

  1. Be able to wear a gigantic cowboy hat and be appreciated! Look at this… I had a happy time wearing this piece of beauty. And no one even considered getting me checked for damages 😀
My Awesome Hat 🙂

Written for the prompt 2.) List 7 things you miss about being a kid. So, what do you miss the most about your sweet time as a kid?b


Prompt #76 “Self-Portrait”

“Me: If you woke up one day and saw that you are now me, what would you do?

N: I’d go back to sleep! :|”

N: But today, I choose to stay up and take a good hard look at you in the mirror.


We first met in that noisy classroom where you determinedly looked into your file avoiding eye contact. And now, you stare me down like a tigress. Or like this:

When you want to be fed
When you want to be fed

You used to shy away from even the slightest of physical contact. Now, you pummel me and use me as a punching bag as your heart pleases. (FYI, you aren’t as strong as you wrongly believe yourself to be. You munchkin!)

You were proper in your language and jerked from even the mention of bowel moments. Now, you drop words like a drunk sailor (courtesy: urban dictionary) and discuss corn in poop.

You were uptight, annoying and stubborn. Now, a bribe of nutella and cheese is vital to make you move. Marmoset, you have done quite a bit of cooling down and opening up.

You were a picky, fussy eater – surviving on your chocolate milk fixes and breakfasts. Now, you wolf down anything and everything like a baby dinosaur (provided it is vegetarian, devoid of mushroom, baby corn and raw onions *rolling eyes*)

You were the quiet one, the introvert, and the bookish. Now, you spam my message box like a pesky virus with mad memes and have finally embraced humanity as desirable company.

You never believed in romance and hearts; love wasn’t something you delved into. But now, I see you pink in happiness and it is all I can do to stop myself from mussing your hair.

You were the one for order and structure with THE PLAN. But thankfully, you are learning to throw caution to the winds and yearn for a little bit of colour and kitsch.

Camera shy you always were and you will never stop waging the war against the sun. But your wanderlust and nomadic thirst is nowhere close to be quenched (yay! You got company)

Closed up and secretive you are about your feelings. Then and now. Please realize that it is not weakness to share. It is not vulnerability – it is trust.

Your intelligence is indisputable. But your innocence and naivety was a worry – shrouded with your stuck up bossiness. Now, you have freed yourself from the self-imposed chains.

A kid-alien you were called with your quirks and randomness. But now, err. No! You still a weirdo who makes perfect sense every time, only inside your head!

Perpetually wired for self-destruction you are (God! How hard is it to learn how to walk!), it is pure entertainment to see you avoid the “pitfalls” life throws on you.

My Hand, my protégé, my monkey, my puppy (here girl! Cookie…), my imp, my pooping heir, my foodie, my best ‘man’, my green-eyed pale ghost, my partner in world dominion, my auto-correct goof mate. Cheers to our friendship!

And if I stay as you, ha ha ha! The murderous crimes I’m going to commit in your name are going to be priceless! *alien victory dance*

N is one of my bestest friends. Inspired by late-night talks, yearbook and showdowns I have had over the years. Written for an amazing prompt over at mindlovemisery’s menagerie.

Nostalgia is ALWAYS Random

Kala Academy

With this, I go back to one of my favourite things in life – inking a few thoughts out of the fifty four million that squabble in my head. It was about time to be honest. A lazy Sunday afternoon preceded by a gorgeous brunch. With a full tummy and a wandering mind, I opened my laptop intending to watch some chick flick till the time for my hot chocolate came beckoning. Instead I accidentally opened another folder named, ‘Other Important Stuff”.

Oh boy! I felt like I had been sucked into a never-ending underground slide, with a kaleidoscope playing pictures dating back almost 10 years. What I had so unceremoniously labelled as “other” included a treasure trove of videos, songs and photographs from my school and college days. Almost under a spell, I moved through them – laughing and crying as I remembered the times I had spent with people – some of them whom I have forgotten even exist! What struck me was these are the virtual but tangible souvenirs that show the “stepping stones” of my life. With every video, every photograph I was witnessing a change in myself. I was different in each one of them. Those were the times who moulded me into what I have become today – how could I have even forgotten about them.

They say in the face of death, almost every moment of your life flashes back in front of your eyes in that one moment. But how come an entire day is nowhere close to even start remembering the people, the days, the goof-ups, the surprising achievements and most importantly the thoughts that used to go through my head. Discreetly tucked away was my private guilty stash of Mills & Boon novels, cheesy songs and heartfelt letters from back then. Why did it feel like I was prying into someone else’s life instead of my own memories? Or was it really an entirely different person? Have I really moved on so much that I have forgotten where I came from – that I can’t even remember the people, the music, the eateries that were my life? Moving to different cities, meeting new people, entering a carnival named “the corporate” should just be adding and deepening the shades of colours in the canvas of my life – and NOT erasing them. I was heartened to realise that few of those people are still there on my speed dial, that lyrics of those old songs rolled off my tongue as easily as my name. Maybe it is not too late to pick up the phone and give a call to few of them. And plunge myself into doing what I always love (read: writing; yes – you see what I did there!) and rediscover myself.

This was not an epiphany. This was not something that came to me when I was half drunk and feeling lonely. We never book our calendars to watch the old videos and cringe at our hairstyles. It was unplanned and purely accidental – totally random that got triggered with the accidental clicking of “Other Important Stuff”. Which I guess helped in essentially sucker punching me and realize that I owe it to myself to keep in touch in my roots and not completely lose myself in the sad process we call ‘growing up’.

Daenerys Targaryean has made it her mantra – “If I look back, I am lost”. But how do you find your way ahead if you do not know where you have come from?

Welcome back to me! 🙂

Linking up with Stream of Conscious Saturday with the prompt “Memory” I know I am bending the rule here, but my first post was what flashed through my mind with the prompt.