Tuesday, May 22, 2012

From the Kingdom of ALot


Jay heard MommyYellsALot and DaddySleepsALot talking by the end of the day
"JayBug and NinaBallerina haven't been listening" said Mommy "what say?"

"Follow my Mantra" said Daddy "And never ever yell"
"You are doing that a lot, I can tell"

"Uh..oh.." Said Mommy "Here we go"
"I don't yell.." said Mommy "I am actually a very calm person you know"

"I will record it one day" said Daddy "And show it to you"
"Oh come on" said Mommy "That is the worst thing one could do"

"Wo..hay..Wo..Hay" thought Jay "They are talking about us.."
"There are so many nice things to say" he thought "Then why so much fuss??"

Out emerged Jay like a raging dart
"Hey buddy" said Daddy "You you still up, What's up with that?"

"Go to your room NOW and sleep" said Mommy in her booming voice
"This IS yelling you know" said Jay with great big poise

"Um...you are right.." said Mommy  "Let's not fight.."
"Let's all have a good night...let's all sleep tight.."

MommyYellsALot and DaddySleepsALot LearnTheirLessonsALot
MommyLaughtsALot and DaddyPlaysALot
NeverEver(Fought)AndNeverGotCaught

Friday, May 18, 2012

For my boy..

This one is for you Jay Jay..because you and I love the theme song of Thomas and his Friends..And in case you wonder why I wrote this about you, it's because you love putting on stage shows every.single.day at home..which we so dearly love..so here it goes my boy...

They are one, they are two
they are three and six
stamping feet
and thumping fist
blue and pink and pink and blue
they live with parents who don't have a clue
jump and slide and sing and scream
no wonder they are the terrific team
lovely and so hard not to kiss
Jay Jay and his sis

Mommy- she is the sleepy one
Daddy - The funny one under the gun
Jay Jay - wants to put on the show
And Nina - well, let's just say "We don't know"

They are one, they are two
they are three and six
stamping feet
and thumping fist
blue and pink and pink and blue
they live with parents who don't have a clue
jump and slide and sing and scream
no wonder they are the terrific team
lovely and so hard not to kiss
Jay Jay and his sis

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

A day is a day is a day

Guys sorry if I am offending anyone with this post which is clearly not my intention because my opinion is my opinion and your opinion is just that..your opinion..only that my opinion is right..haaa haaa..Soooo, long story short I think I am setting my kids up to be failures in life very early on..and you all have a hand in it one way or the other..(Scroll 3 lines above and spot the word Sorry)
Here is what happened
Day before mother's day-
Mommy: Jay, Please keep your bowl in the sink.
Jay: No
(I was happy he answered in the first place, but why is the answer No?)
Mommy: Why?
Jay: Mother's day is tomorrow...

A week before Christmas-
Mommy: Jay I see that you are not listening today. Please pick up your toys.
Jay: If I behaved well in next week starting tomorrow, I am sure Santa going to give me a gift.

Sooooo whoever came up with this mother's day concept is clearly not my friend....why oh why would you bring this one more day in the world full of days already? Don't we have enough? Like “Mon” day and “Tues” Day and stuff?
I would like to propose to you guys to not make a big deal about these things if you are my friend (on Facebook that is..) Let's just all have a day and then call it a day and then move on to another day...shall we??

P.S: Day fairy, in case you are listening, Jay and Nina did some research with their classmates and found out that they (??) don't have brother's day and sister's day..pretty upsetting..please add it to your TO DO list..ASAP..

Monday, May 14, 2012

Prem

भर दुपारची वेळ
आणि घरातले प्रेम संपत आलेले
आणावे मागून कुणा कडून
अडचणीच्या काळाची आत्ताच ठेवावी तरतूद करून

मिळेल कि प्रेम
साखर नाही का मिळत
फार तर काय होईल
लोक म्हणतील वेडी आहे, हिला कसे काहीच नाही कळत

रणरणत्या उन्हात निघाले तशीच
पायात चपला
डोक्यावर टोपी
थोडेतरी प्रेम मिळेलच ह्या खुशीत

समोरच्या घरी जावे
तिथे नक्कीच मिळेल
उगीच नाही गळ्यात गले असतात त्य्नाचे
प्रेम कसे ओसंडून वाहत असेल

हात तिथेच थबकला
दारावरची बेल वाजवताना
ती जोर जोरात रडत होती
आणि तो सुन्न पणे बसला होता
आज भांडणानंतर कोणाचाच मूड उरला नव्हता

बघा म्हणजे
घरोघरी मातीच्याच चुली
जिथे आशेने जावे
तिथेच कशी होते मी हिरमुसली

शेजारी जावून पाहावे
माहित नाही प्रेम मिळेल का
दमलेली बायको आणि त्रासलेला नवरा
कदाचित दोघा मुलांकडे थोडा लोभ असेल उरला

खिडकीजवळ पाय थबकले
समोरचे दृश्य बघून
दोघे आरामात दिसावली होती
आपल्या चिमण्यांना कुशीत घेउन

दमलेले चेहरे
थकलेला श्वास
हळूच पकडलेले हात
आणि चेहऱ्यावर समाधानाची बरसात

परत फिरले
आणि तो दिसला
तीच भेदक नजर
आणि तोच आत्मविश्वास चेहऱ्यावर

म्हणालाअग वेडे, प्रेम शोधत होतीस तर
एकदा घरी तरी नीट बघायचे
दारी तुझ्या कल्पवृक्ष
आणि उगाच दुसरी कडे  कशाला शोधायचे

धावले त्याच्याकडे
आणि कडकडून मारली मिठी
म्हणाले - अरे कुठून आली एव्हढी समज तुझ्याकडे
अन इतकी मिठास वाणी

माफ कर मला
मी एंक सामान्य माणूस
नाही बघितला दारातला प्राजक्ताचा सडा
आणि नाहीच कळले आपले माणूस

Thursday, May 10, 2012

So you think you can rhyme

Jay: I am sad my fishy died. Can we get another fish?
Mommy: Let's think about it..
Jay: Do fish throw up when they get sick?
Nina: (Re)member when I throwed up in the car? When I was in India and I throwed up in the car? (Re)member when I was in India and I throwed up in the car?
Jay: Nina,
Throwing up ...
Is
Part of Growing up...

You go Jay...

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Mirage

Frozen
not able to move
I say to myself
"Girl, is it traffic or is it you?"

It must be me...I say to myself
and give a silly smile
standing in the middle of the road
thinking if it is worthwhile

roads are all mine, I know
faces are strikingly familiar
shop?? naah..not so much..
But things in there are definitely a lure..

This one is particularly difficult
My legs just would not move
My mind racing back
to fond memories of school

Just a few days
is all I have left
How many people can I meet
and how much love can I possibly get?

I try not to cry
and march on like a star
Only to find myself in front of
my old house not so far

now tears won't listen to me
It's not fair to even ask
I stand there silent for a moment
and bid my farewell alas

Back on the main street
I look for those faces
that sun, that sweat
and that love in traces

Main street cannot be Gokhale road
And it does not want to be
It will be waiting for me next time
right where it is meant to be...