Breaking news from the Jungle...

 So what could be the best thing other than gossiping about some scandal/affair/speculation?
Simple! Listening/reading to someone else gossiping about it! 

Thought the city people too should know what my whole jungle is engrossed in talking about these days...

P.S: Since the protagonist (or should I say, the victim) here is a dear friend of mine, I would be grateful if any of the city people could share some valuable gossip on it!

Love
and loads of love
The Little Wench

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                                                MIDNIGHT TIMES

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Thursday, 21 December, 2012

Hogwarts

                                   Magic-boy Eragon miffed with mystery

December 21 got a latest addition to its list of credentials this evening when a shocking theft occurred at the much-hyped birthday bash organized for Eragon at Hogwarts. Reportedly, someone sneaked in during the party and stole an unopened birthday present from the pinnacle of birthday gifts arranged by Eragon’s famous dragon Saphhira especially for media display in the backyard.

Sources revealed the unopened present had a brand new i-pod exclusively autographed by the Prince of Persia himself, which was replaced with a sac of baby tarantula eggs by the thief, to the surprise of many. Eragon is devastated with the event and has taken an oath to not open any other present till he finds out the thief.

The guest list comprised of all the A-listers in the industry including the likes of Wolverine, Megamind, Hannah Montana and Harry Potter himself. Delhi police has been called in especially for this assignment and they are taking all the invited guests as their potential suspect at the moment. However, insiders suggest that it’s no one else but the otherwise ‘too-good-to-be-true’ vampire, Edward Cullen, who used his super speed to steal the i-pod for Bella Swan. The suspicion grows even stronger with last week’s media confession by Bella about how much she craves for that special signature-edition i-pod.

Meanwhile, as a token of compensation, Dumbledore, Principal of Hogwarts, has declared to cast a spell on the tarantula eggs that would hatch singing spiders to belt out latest rock and roll tunes for Eragon until the thief is found.

Other compensations too, are pouring in. “Eva..Eva..Wall-E-make-special-gift…Eragon…Eva,” said, Wall-E, one of the guests present in the party. When asked to comment, Barack Obama, President, United States of America, retorted, “Had Eragon chosen America instead of Hogwarts as his venue, nothing disgraceful would have happened. I’m more than willing to lend our special forces if needed by Hogwarts.”

‘GROWN UP’ OR NOT: WHY GROW UP???

Lying in her bed, random at her best, the wench is trying to come up with something significant for the day (Oh, did I forget to tell you the wench has renounced her ever-busy post as the Communication Manager for the Jungle?). As colors come to butterfly, the urge to dream comes to the wench and she gets her magic pencil and fatso register (being the technology-repellant that she is) and gets on to write the latest story just when the Dragon Chipkali rushes in!

Her puffy eyes and drained face spells trouble, or rather an epic tragedy so to say. Now, it’s of no surprise to anyone how finicky Dragon Chipkali is about her nails (more on her broken nail story later!), but I don’t see a single chipped nail- there they were, beautifully painted with vibrant colors and a pretty picture as always.

No, that's not how she looks! Well, not exactly!

“Maggie,” she painfully starts (That’s what she likes to call the Wench), and with every time she repeats the name, the distress in her voice is turning into sobs- getting louder with every “Maggie”. Turn the pages two days back and you couldn’t have found a person more mature and rational as her across the jungle or city; for that matter- even the likes of Contemplative Duck or my loving friend, the Psycho Bard.

She hugged the wench tightly and then of course, the story revealed itself accompanied with violent cries to the amusement of everyone. (I know three paras down the line, you’re still confused what’s the connection with the title. Well, patience, my friend!)

Ten minutes down the line, a huge grin occupies Wench’s face as Dragon Chipkali finishes her story. What charms her the most is the stark comparison produced between her usual mature self and this seeking-for-attention, and yet adorable baby!

But on a second thought, is it not with all of us? We all claim of being ‘grown-up’ as we all call it and breathe, live, react in a particular pattern that screams the ‘grown-up’ tag. And let’s accept it, we all love to flaunt it!

Right from particular preferences in the kind of things you say to the way you react (even the not-so-pleasant ones), ‘mature’ (or acceptable, should I say?) remains the key.

But isn’t it that deep down, each one of us is actually a baby out there- an adorable but unreasonably demanding baby who refuses to give up to logic and all those ‘codes’ that act as your maturity-meter? That baby who is waiting to be soothed, pampered and taken care of. It craves to be heard no matter how trivial the topic maybe, for it concerns him nonetheless.

But the baby is afraid of most of the people he knows and lives with, some of whom even happen to be an integral part of their life. And that baby doesn’t come out in front of anyone but only to whom he’s intimate with, he can freely exist with. 

Feel free to let that baby be himself. ‘Grown-up’, unlike a tag as perceived presently, is more of a state of mind, a continuous process that continues till your life does.

MEANWHILE, here goes Dragon Chipkali’s story that started this whole blog in the first place… J

While coming back from the South West part of the forest from her work (She runs her super-famous bakery there, ever been there?) last night, in a hurry as always, she took a fatfat (shared auto for ignorants) to home.

Two stops later, a grumpy, fat fellow squeezes in the seat next to her- much to her irritation. In addition to that, his continuous humming of heavenly Himesh Reshammiya’s songs while impartially distributing his time between chewing gums and scratching his partly bald head- taking her to a different level of serenity.

True to her nature, she elbowed him (Ouchh!) while pretending to be innocent (she’s pretty good at that!). The fatso did get miffed but said nothing.

On her way back, however, she figured however the tragic deed that had happened only when her siblings couldn’t stop their laughter on seeing her.

The fatso, intentionally or maybe with all the innocence possible, gave Dragon Chipkali a small parting gift- the gum he was so dedicatedly chewing all the way, nicely glued to her side parting of her long, thick mane. And the inevitable result, chopping off the glued portion, of course, could not get the better of her.

Tragedy, it was. R.I.P that side lock; that once belonged to her beautiful mane! 

P.S: (No, seriously!)

The girl with 'Kohl-defined' eyes

I once heard somewhere that a person's writing is a reflection of one's state of mind. Well if this holds truth, I don't see this blog going anywhere... no seriously! On normal scenarios, am a normal girl of 20(technically speaking on the no-man's-land between explicit teenage and implicit adulthood) who somehow manages to muddle between her work and world around. There is nothing extraordinary happening in my life that I would like to talk about but I try and unfold the enigmatic part in every mundane routine of life.

Cut to present- Head bend on a sheet of paper, and scribbling on the same sheet for past 2hours…am partly upset part blank and can't get myself to even one certain topic (let alone finishing it and it’s...)... trinn...trinn!!!

It's my cell...my girl- friend's call!

Five minutes down and am writing on a new piece of paper with a 'newer' speed. I feel good and a boost of positive energy which am ready to splash on others through my writing. I even know what am finally gonna talk about in my first (well 2nd after a break of almost a year) 'chat' with you. What happened to me..? Well, I just have had my recharge!

Each and every of us have this recharge facility where you get your fill up done and get ready to deal with anything and everything with a bang. No, am not talking about the recharge you do for your cell weirdo......Am talking about the recharge you do for yourself (mind-body-soul) through various means that keep your HAPPINESS & POSITIVITY tank full enough to put you above every tough assignment's deadline, unsuccesful love-life, recently dumped friend's soppy tales, soon-to-finish pocket money or your cranky boss' demands. 

It works for almost everything and helps you spread the feel to others around as well till it reaches its danger level and asks for a recharge again. Sans recharge you're just a normal human being who reacts normally to everything around. You're happy when something good happens, you're upset when something doesn't work out. But once recharged, and you're up high to face (Read save) the world.

Now, the obvious question that comes to mind after reading this half-illumination-half-gibberish is, where does this recharge come from? Well, like love- its aspects vary from person to person, but the aspects remain the same (Sorryy… that was just to add the heavy impact to it!)

What I basically mean is, your recharge is nothing but people/things in your life that matter a lot to you...who are capable of having an EFFECT on you so to say. 

Consider this- you just bad-start your day with a fight with your parents, only to be kicked out of class for turning up late. And now, sitting on the lone porch when you thought nothing good could happen, suddenly your girl shows up and as she indulges in your world you realize she has a wonderfully soothing effect on you. While for a friend of mine, a recharge is done every time she and her father sit over a couple of drinks together and discuss all their problems (It’s ironical that once they get drunk, the problems seldom appear like problems!). Now picture this:

Playing your favourite song on guitar.

Having a heart-to-heart talk with your closest yet most irritating friend.

Going out alone, and spending some quality time with oneself.

An unplanned run to some unexplored place over the weekend.

Visiting the good old place you once used to hang out at more than anything else, with nothing but a couple of beers and a bunch of idiot friends.

Talking over phone to someone special you’re not in touch with now.

Or for that matter, sometimes even a Hot choco fudge for some people can bring miraculous recharge! *pretends to be unaware*. Only, it works different way for different people. These are one of the few options that suits different people so as to get their respective recharge. 

Sit back, give your brain some rest and ask your heart- What thing/person has that kind of effect on you to be your recharge? I might have listed yours…or for that matter, missed for some. But the bottom line remains the same- your recharge makes the day for you and the people around. And whether you like the concept or not, it’s highly infectious!

Me and My superpowers: Which one is yours…??

                                   

                         Awerite..atlast, I had to succumb to it. No one paid any heed to it while I kept screaming my guts out that am just not good at it. But here I am, writing my first blog ever. Reason..? I personally feel am just way too subjective as a writer, and so don’t really like being pointed out at my sensibilities (Oi…that doesn’t mean am not open to any kind of criticism…err..kind of!!). Anyhow, now that am up to it, I’ll make sure am at my extreme subjective best…the people who read it need not necessarily like it, or appreciate it (Everyone is free to express his/her thoughts you see!). But this is how am going to proceed, regardless. So here I scoot *Rolling drums and bass sound for the effect please!!*

                                    As a child, I was a super-enthu kid who was always into dreaming *Morning/day/eve dreaming- whatever you like to call it*, so much that at times the feebly fine line between my reality and my illusion would blur. If am an alien child with superpowers *Thanks to Superman, X-men and other freaky movies*, plants talking their hearts out to me, or our very own Chanda Mama following me wherever I went *Awerite awerite…I know that was foolish* were few of the results of that co-existence. Fortunately/Unfortunately, this inevitable habit still exists. And one thing that I constantly dream and wonder about is, if we all have some whacko yet distinct, veiled, supernatural power to us..to each one of us; or if we are just another common replica of a filthy-selfishly common species called humans.

                                    I always felt, and still feel that each one of us, no matter howsoever clueless and careless about life we may be; our life grants us an insight about something or the other *Read superpower*, some sixth sense as they say which you stay unaware of until that Supreme power chooses to come up with a situation that makes you get in touch with that powerful, noble inner self, often termed by people around you as your ‘Persona’ or ‘charm’. Whether you realize that gift or not, is up to you.

                                     Sit back and think for a while, can you think of a friend of yours whose gentility and genuineness for all shines through everything he/she does, or someone you know who’s infamous for his/her straightforwardness *although loved for the same by you all the more*, someone you came across on a busy day, but still couldn’t help but get touched by his honesty, or the ability to enforce his/her TRUST in people so effortlessly. All these people you just thought of are one of those lucky ones who are in touch with their gift life bestowed upon them. Some of you yourselves might find it fitting the bill with you as well.

 If you can see a person’s pains through his/her smile…

Or if you’re like my weirdo friend who belongs to this “Ultra positive” species and never gives up…

If you have a tendency of standing up for nothing but the truth…even if it means losing out…

Or you have the incorrigible strength to point out, and even more, to accept your own mistake…

If you have that unconditional patience and support for your friends whenever they deserve it the least but need it the most…

Or if you’re one of those special ones who have a calming, a serene effect on all around you and are good at listening to their agonies with undue patience…

And last but not the least, if you are suffering from “I DON’T TAKE SHIT" attitude causing you complications in your professional/personal life…

                                    If you think you have any of the above listed disorders or anything similar to that, don’t panic *Since the worst part about these gifts is that they seemingly tend to make your life tougher for you. It’s hard to be good you see*. It’s your gift, and you should feel exclusively privileged that some way or the other you’re able to use it.

                                    I know this still isn’t making sense to some, but I can promise it will, once you stop blabbering your logic into everything, and listen to your plain, irrational heart for a while (you see, a whole lot of things start making more sense to you the moment you stop analyzing and trying to find sense behind everything). Uhh, sorry, I digress a lot…but then, the good part is that I retrace back to my roots as well..sooner or later. So, we were talking about gifts, weren’t we?

                                    Take out some Q.T *Quality time for ignorant* for yourself, give your brain a rest, and ask your heart- what’s your superpower…what’s your gift…Life is short, so find out your gift before it gets too late to be utilized..and change *Read “Save”* the world around youJ

(P.s: If any of you happens to have any superpower I don’t know or mentioned of, or had a revelation and finally found yours, do mention it here... Would love to hear it.)