Monday, December 22, 2008

A Reason to Smile

Hey!! this one made it to The Hindu- Nxg, 19th march 2009 (thursday)   :)

http://www.go-nxg.com/?p=4149


Am planning to mail this article to a popular tabloid in d near future :)



The shrill ring of the alarm on my mobile brought me crashing down tunnels of darkness, the other side of which I had shared with Tom Cruise seconds ago, when he promised that he would marry me..(and no, our kid will not be named Puri)!. I sat bolt upright on my bed and stared directly into my dressing table mirror just opposite…that’s an everyday event..waking up, staring into the mirror, getting my heart almost stopped looking at the ‘thing’ that I woke up as!! – tousled hair, that could do well with a board saying ‘under war’, the most sheepish of expressions on my face, trying to figure out if I was waking up or going to bed…but, that day it was slightly different…sitting upright I stared into my mirror and actually smiled!! yup! And then I thought about it….why did I smile? Unfortunately, being a rocket scientist’s niece didn’t help..so I found my way to the bathroom and tried to squeeze out paste into what my mind told me it recognized as my brush!...I looked up into the mirror above the wash and again..I smiled! A feeling of niceness overpowered me and I actually started humming a cute tune. Two minutes later I was again wondering, what was it that made me smile! No luck! I went about packing my bag and all the while dancing to the mysterious cheering charm in my head, with an invisible partner, who seemed to not mind my treading on his leg! I wasn’t challenging the niceness now…My spirits were quite high and by the time I was ready to get to college I should say I was behaving like the winner of “guess who became a princess overnight” !!


I got to my bus stop and somehow the expertise our bus driver has with finding the filthiest place to park our bus felt like the greatest joke on earth and I jumped over a puddle and raced three flies to finish first at the dung line that was a step away from my bus! I dropped onto my seat and smiled hard…that was fun! One by one my friends got on and thanks to my Oh-so-smiley day, I complemented my Not-so-friendly busmate on her dress (which by the way was nothing Prada). My best friend travels with me and she gave me a Ok-what-is-happening look and I did nothing but smile ….she smiled back, finally happy that her theory stating that I am an ISO nutcrack had finally come true! Maybe it was true! I didn’t mind being a nutcase…not on that day!

I hopped onto the steps of my department and blew out a loud Good Morning to anyone who would listen! The day was good or so it seemed to me…the first 3 lectures were trying to top the list of anaesthetics but thanks to the mysterious spirit inside me..I took pleasure in counting the number of ‘So’s and ‘What’s that my Prof was using..( he made a whopping 282 in 50 minutes!!). Lunch was when my humour took top form and me the jester, was jesting and got jested in return! My folks tried to ask me and find by themselves the reason for the laughter pandemonium I was creating….their hypotheses ranged from brain damage to boyfriend-breakup-shock-greycell-loss !!! On the whole no one cared about what we ate because we had so much fun that filled our hearts up with joy! I had become an infectious organism spreading my smile…I appreciated pathogenensis like never before!

The evening bus journey saw me at the centre of a tasteful audience cracking jokes and pulling legs! By the time everyone got down our stiches were threatening to tear apart…and I was damn hungry! I got home and found it empty…but that didn’t bug me off..it turned my enthusiasm up by a notch! I banged and rolled with the vessels and cutlery and made myself a crude imitation of a sandwich, which the Chef (my mom) would’ve claimed as a fake from as far as the end of the street! Bah! Who cares?! Frankly I didn’t! it was my smiley day and nothing bothered me….Assignments seemed funny, deadlines made me laugh and tests made my eyes water due to the sheer hilarity! I sang a horde of songs picking whatever tune that came to my mind and by the time I sat for dinner, Dad was appreciating every dime he spent on buying the earplugs! But hey! It was my day!

I finally proceeded to put down everything in my diary…maybe to skim through in the future and wonder why I had such a lunatic day!!!

As I finished penning things down, I came back to that ineveitable question – why did I smile? All day?......and then I thought…. Maybe its just one of those days you cant explain…but I remembered the joy and laughter that I was able to spread because of the vibes inside me and I felt…if that’s what I can do…then I don’t need a reason to smile!

3 comments:

  1. nets tom cruise s old so change him :P into some young hero . other than that ya i kinda liked de account of the day

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  2. Spreading smiles is a great thing.

    I sometimes smile at someone who is angry on me, and therefore he/she is forcefully in need of smiling and things melt down there.

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