It’s a sleepy weekend afternoon and you’re still deep in the slumber land….on a date with someone as sultry as tom cruise…whisking away to paris in a hot air balloon...sipping red wine with strong plum aroma..(it’s a health-conscious choice u c…) and….. bham!! The balloon bursts in the midway… and…. so does your dream..and you are woken up by an unruly, highly unromantic clamor…you wonder what went wrong with the air balloon, and you look around for your date, but in no time you realize it was a gushy reverie…you are nowhere but in the paris of your room and balloon of your bed…and alas! there’s no Tom Cruise…no red wine…juz the blank walls staring back at you and the coffee machine buzzing…You jump at your feet. Your eyes filled with wrath. The one who dared to put a hold on your flights of fancy won’t be spared! Not this time!
As you stump your feet with fury in the direction of the hullabaloo, you are greeted with a broken glass window and some small, scary faces peeping through the glass hole..as if they’ve seen some prehistoric, gigantic dragon break free from a museum…
You open the door with a vengeance and are all set to spit out the fire…but even before you think of opening your stinking mouth you hear the unusual, sugar-coated apology that is exactly the opposite of the wild screaming, which echoes your gali all the time..”didi please ball wapas dedo”..
At one moment you are driven away with the false innocence..and you stand helpless..but soon you gather yourself back and refuse to give them the “saare fasad ki jad” , “afat ki pudiya”, the cricket ball. You shout at the top of your voice, as if convincing yourself “now it’s my turn to scream” …and close the door on their face with doubled force…throw away the “afat ki pudiya”, the “dream shatterer”, the sadela cricket ball into the dustbin, march back into your room and sprawl across the bed. And then….no matter how hard you try…tom cruise had gone for another date. You keep abusing those little monsters…but you know they’ll come back again tomrw with another ‘haath-gola’, which will bombard someone else’s dream with impunity..and fair chances of that someone being you again! HOWZZZAAAT!
