Part Confessions of a Part-Conformist

Source: Internet The need to be fed constantly And the feeding bottle was discovered The need to eliminate a mistake And the eraser was discovered The need to look back at pleasant memories And the idea of a time machine was invented The need to cry out loud And sad romantic movies were made The need to laugh out loud And we disguised as clowns The need to give and take love And we got ourselves girlfriends and boyfriends The need to have more money And we invented part-time jobs The need to explore And we went on world tours The need to eat flesh And we killed animals The need to spread the word And we create our very own Blog. 

I absolutely have no idea why I have given this piece of writing such a heading. It is nowhere close to what am going to be talking about. Well, not directly at least. This is just an emotional outburst. So people reading it, do understand that this was written when I was going through one of the worst mood swings ever and you’ll know why in the lines further to come. People say things happen for a reason. There is a reason why I chose to work in CUPA. One of the obvious reasons was, I wanted to always be around dogs and help them with whatever they needed. Not for a moment in my entire life did I realize that this decision was going to change my perception about life. I might sound supremely philosophical, but yes, it did happen to me. Otherwise I won’t be writing this. Moving on, this one month, I had the time of my life. I am in the last week of my internship, officially. I am going to continue working with the NGO because they need help. Since ...

As I sit by your side I feel a rush A feeling never felt before Making me want to compromise As I stare into your eyes I see that sparkle A twinkle never seen before Making me want to want you more As I walk by your side I hold your firm hand A touch never felt before Making me want to cuddle As I hear you talk Words pouring out randomly A need never felt before Making me want to listen more As I listen to you singing A tune so romantic A gush of emotion Making me want to cry As I lie on your shoulder Listening to your heartbeat A new level of comfort arises Making me want to be this way Forever..

When I was first conceived In my mother’s womb She took care of me Like no one ever would In seven lifetimes. When I first arrived My grandmother held me so close Secretly promising me She would do whatever it takes To see my toothless smile. When I took my first baby steps My father let me trip and fall Indirectly telling me “Face your fears. That’s the way you’ll learn” To see me stand on my own two feet. When I first went to school My grandfather urged me to enter my class Proudly he told me “Make new friends. It will be fun” To see me as the “Most Wanted” When my little brother first arrived He caught hold of my little finger This is when I knew It was my responsibility To never let go of his. Only now do I realize How much these people mean to me Without them by my side I wouldn’t be the same.

When I first saw my little brother in my mother’s hands on the 3rd August, 1991; I was a proud little elder sister. Only later did I realize the privileges I had as the elder one. Apart from the obvious facts that I had to take care of him and protect him from evil forces, I got to bully him, be nasty to him and irritate him when I was bored. Certain acts of his tested my patience. It was during times like this when I felt like I should have thrown him out of the big French window at my place the day he arrived. There have been horrific episodes where we fought like there was no tomorrow. At one point of time, my mother had given up thinking there was no solution to this rivalry. But what she did not notice was, as we grew up we made sure we were there for each other. I mean, that’s what siblings are for. Whenever we had either of our parents giving us a piece of their minds, we would gang up against them. This is where the sibling saga began. As time passed by, this bond was getting s...