Soak no more

I always wanted a costly hospital, my place of landing on earth

But amid some women holding sarees, you executed my birth

My childhood need was ‘real toys’, like an aeroplane that can fly

Not that plastic man who on inclinations closes and opens eye

I wished a driver of my dad’s car would take me daily to school

Not that bus with crowds of children and mixed smell of the pool

Joke no more, God, poke no more

Give a goddamn life

Please, soak no more

I desired to be a bold playboy, who does with one or two or many

And not the king of silent lovers, whose love never gave a penny

I craved for marks enough to be seemed as I’m academically good

But it was always the bottom of the list where I shamelessly stood

I dreamt of an air conditioned cabin where I could peacefully work

You gave me a single window and made me a government clerk

Joke no more, God, poke no more

Give a goddamn life

Please, soak no more

I thought I would have a wife, a wife with a perfect zero figure

And you delivered a big heavy gun, with quite a loose trigger

All those dimes I spent on you, all those time I devoted in prayer

My dreams coming true is still a sight, a sight that is awfully rare

Now all I need is a platform, higher enough to take me to the fore

In front of friends, Romans and countrymen, where I could roar

Joke no more, God, poke no more

Give a Goddamn life

Please, soak no more

Marriage: 'A love miscarriage'

He studies in school which broadly has two sections divided by a virtual wall of some unsaid rules and strict unlikeness. He wants to get old soon to jump the wall, for the other side looks more lenient to him. When he does so, he thinks he is big enough. He finds a girl. He deeply, madly and terribly falls in love with her. He never talks to her actually because once he falls in love with her, he thinks he is even bigger and a big boy when talks to a big girl, people make stories. He works a lot on his hairstyle. He thinks his hairstyle is the only catalyst to make her fall in love with him. At the age of him, erotic movies are less accessible to her, family is stricter towards her and hence such feelings are less likely to rise in her. She only makes friend. She is a 

good actress too. She acts friendship well.

He, although never talks but always keeps an eye on her. The day she talks to him, he becomes horribly happy. He comes home and listen music. The day he finds her talking to other male potential competitor, he becomes severely sad. He comes home and listen lyrics. The next day, he also does a Tollywood and gathers comfortable number of his other heroic friends and asks him to leave his way.

In analogous heroism, he eventually passes school. He goes east she goes west. He enters college. He finds more girls. He finds them more beautiful, more perfumed, more attractive, more erotic, much experienced with adult contents and easily accessible. Although a bit late, but by the time she reaches college, she considers herself grown. She doesn’t find boys though. She allows them to find her. He, experienced and well learned from his earlier mistakes, makes one of them to allow him to get her.

They become lovers. They look for better telephone operator in search of a suitable plan. They go for movies. They go for lunch. Few of the lucky ones go for dinner. They talk a lot. They talk about their future. They eventually talk about their past. They say, love teaches many things. They are right. By the time they reach the topic of their past, they are well learnt about each other. They are so much well taught about each other that they know that he/she is not the right one.

This gives rise to two kinds of lovers. One, who are well learnt about what not to do when living with the opposite gender and decides to quit the love and lives happily ever after with the one they get married. And the other, who are well learnt about what not to do when living with the opposite gender but carries their filmy heroism and get married to the same person only to let go all their lessons, waste.

Devoted towards the same operation for nine to ten years, most of them get wise enough to re-rise in the form of first kind of lover adding to the success stories of Indian marriages. The other, although less in number gives rise to topics like ‘Arranged marriages versus Love marriages’.

Disclaimer : The post is for the blog contest http://www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange