Saturday, March 26, 2011

Chicken Soup for the Dying Blog’s Soul....

3 stories. No connection. Just a small stab at a huge writers block J

Age 8:

Chotu Shanu rushed down the stairs. At a distance she could see all her chintar pintar friends engrossed in a game of Catch and Cook. Screaming, all ran helter skelter trying to avoid getting out. Her little eyes searched for her best friend Anagha. A quick scan revealed that Anagha was standing on top of the water tank looking around at everyone running about. Shanu understood Anagha’s plight. She was stuck on the water tank all by herself and could be caught by the denner any moment now. She needs my help, Shanu realised.

“Tu ghabru nakos, me yete” yelled Shanu and climbed up the water tank. Anagha looked at her with happy eyes, came rushing to her and with one mild stroke touched her hand and shouted “OUT”

Age 12:

Shanu felt pretty as she walked towards the playground. Her new jeans and new shoes shone in the summer sun. Out in the distance, she saw her crush standing with his buddies. 4 years older and several inches taller, he was the best batsman in her school cricket team.

Everyone knew about her crush. A teacher had caught her doodling his name in her Maths book and had shown it to the whole class. News spread like wild fire and now everytime her path crossed his, she heard whispers and snickers.

Today was no different. People snickered and whispered as she walked. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his buddies push him towards her. Her heart raced as she saw him approaching. The wind blew his silky hair and he looked absolutely yummilicious.

As he crossed her path, he stopped and looked right into her eyes. And with his beautiful lips whispered ‘I think tera zip khula hai’

Age 16:

Shanu hated kids right from bachpan. They were irritating, cranky and pissed/ shat at the drop of a hat. She avoided holding them till they were potty trained. Potty trained kids were easier to handle and they didn’t wet your clothes every 15 minutes.

Adi was 2 and roly poly. He had gorgeous curls and a beautiful, round dusky face. And most importantly, he was potty trained.

Shanu watched as he played with the toys and sipped milk from his little bottle.

Tired from all the running around and playing, he looked at her with sleepy eyes and smiled. A slight nod and he came rushing to her and sat in her lap. As he ate the mashed bananas she was feeding him, he turned to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her heart melted. No more hating bacchas, she decided. Spotting an unexplored toy, he dashed off to play but not before he adorned her lap with a batch of fresh puke.

Abhi ke liye itna hi….I shall be back soon. With something funny and original. I promise.

14 comments:

♪♪HARINI♪♪ said...

Yay!!Shanu is back!
Hehehhe "tera zip khula hai"
LOL loved the post!!!
Write more! Aur jaldi!

NIM said...

hey, this was a decent comeback from the writer's block phase.
The second incident was just epic :p

Kanishk said...

I can't giggle... but the zip part was funny! and I can totally imagine a li'l shanu who could forget to :P

feistypad said...

ha ha...finally u manages to break free from your writers block syndrome!! Welcome!! :)

oof ya! said...

oof why did your teacher have to show your notebook to the entire class. how annoying .

gayathri-vishwanathan said...

i liked the 1st incident the most...anagha meri jaisi hain :P chotu shanu bahut cute hain re :) tu aur chotu shanu pe likh

bengalimishtiz said...

Lovely little anecdotes! Loved the crush one.

moonlite:D said...

lovelee lil cute post...
nice comeback,,, :)

S said...

hahaha...
bicccchaari
heehee :P
the title of this post is extremely inspiring! :)
keep writing!

suruchi said...

awww..poor little Shanu...
but look how she grew up and got back, eh?;-)

blunt edges said...

Hahahaha! Chotu Shanu was so cute. Wonder where it all changed :P

The Blue Periwinkle said...

ROFL!! :))))

Sunshine said...

Chotu Shanu was so innocently cute... :) :) :)

viddhi said...

wow...now thats really sweet ! :)

and reading for the first time... its a nice blog you have..