Aj’s world

Kamaal Rashid Khan
No sorry.
KRK Sir as I address him.

Ufff what a personality man!
Hai maar daala!!!

But why on earth am I raving about KRK?

Chalo, flashback! Flashback! Flashback!

You see, me and Mom are like the best of friends.

And friends hai toh, a lil tiffs also happen.

Because of some small arguments, Mom and I were not in our normally comfortable frequency of talking. And whatever attempts I made were somehow falling to deaf ears. This happened on the first days of Diwali.

Ok fine! I decided.

Let's keep things the way they are. In a few days all shall be fine.

Instead, the discomfort grew. And we both are not used to this.

But nothing seemed to thaw the ice-cold vibes (ok I exaggerate. Not so cold.)

But yesterday night, as we sat to watch another episode of Big Boss Season 3, Kamal Sir resorted to his obscene behaviour best. A bottle was flung and lots of abuses hurled. Mom mine got bugged.

"How can Big Boss tolerate this? He should be put to jail (the Big Boss jail she meant)".

This was my perfect chance I thought. "Arey sachee Ma. The poor Bakhtiyar was punished for such a small mistake and this guy! Nonsense!!!".

Our hurls at Kamal went on and on.

And by the end of it, the ice had melted and we were at our warmest best.

Ah, felt so GOOD.

They called TV, the idiot box.

But thanks to this Idiot, I got my friend back.

And as for KRK Sir, Pranam to you.

Thanks to this idiot too, I got my friend back.

Long live KRK Sir (Sorry, I can't say the same about his movies).

You may watch the drama here: Kamaal at his best

You know, I have these jhatkas, wherein I just go berserk and get creative.

This is what I did on my main door. The wall colour is actually purple.

This work is done with a marker pen and ohp market :=)

It was her first baby, our first child, my first child! “Every time I was with him”, she said, “only you filled my mind. Even though miles apart, it is only you who are the real parent to this child”.

I held her in my arms, my newborn. Big eyes like mine; skin like hers and again, a cleft just like mine. Was this real or just my imagination? My partial sight? Nevertheless I did not care. She was our baby.

“Srinika”, I christened her, a name she approved with a smile.
It was as if she knew she belonged to me.

Yes! Sri was my love child.

Our vengeance against the world.

Two women can never be together, they had proclaimed.

It’s against nature.
“You can never have babies”.
“You’d need some stranger to donate his sperms.
And then you’d be some unholy bitch to bear the other’s child”.

There are many questions/confusions about me on iLand.
Toh socha, let me clarify things.

Pehle toh, Thanks for all the appreciations you loved ones give me.
It adds up to my dedication to write.

Well talking about my previous post, I mentioned my “wife” in there.
He he… well she was just a piece of my imagination and nothing else.
I’m one single human.

I have been asked whether what I write is original?
Well it is indeed. Fully from the heart.
Almost all I write is inspired from my own life.
Only when I write a piece of fiction is when I imagine beyond comprehension :=)

I love to write and almost all my posts have been written in less than 15 mins.
Besides writing I’m a passionate musician too.
I also dabble in a lot more things. But that reveal, some times later.

I’m one mad cap, so being with me means you sure have to leave your brains behind.
More about me, but as time progresses.

I love simplicity and absolutely abhore those who use fancy words just to impress the other.
It puts me off. Infact anything artifical puts me off.

I love comments (we all do). But for me, it’s never about numbers.
For me, each comment is like a hug, very special.

I have had loved ones telling me that that they love what I write but can’t comment with the proper words.

I say if you cant “comment” comment, just leave a smiley there in the box. That ways I know you visited there.

You see, it’s nice to feel your presence, but a verbal simply adds to the adore.

Love you all…
Hugs galore