My Jigsaw Puzzle
Fits In
W.O.W.
Yes, I start
with a wow because it is the first time; I have been invited as a guest at
someone’s blog. It feels OSCARLY. Whattttt? Don’t you give me that eye roll and
the shoulder shrug, a guest is always special and when you are invited to a
cool blog of one of your fave peeps, you just can’t help but feel like a celeb.
I was giving a
lot of thought as to what should I write for a guest post for a kid who is well
technically a kid, but writes too good to be NOT
even an 18 year old. (Yes, Karan paid me to brag about him and I am too shallow
as I was sold for a five star. What? I was once told, there’s nothing in this
world that chocolates can’t fix, so I will happily trade a few lies with a chocolate
:P :P)
Jokes apart, if
I am a guest, I know how to behave like one but damn, I forgot my heels… I did pick
an elegant red dress, but I miss my 4.5 inch heels. Woopies, I forgot this is a
boy’s blog and you guys might not be interested to hear me whining about my
heels.
Lets get started
then... yeah; I see my intro turned to be a post in itself... I have a serious
writing disorder. God bless Karan who was kind enough to take me to his blog
but right now, I know he must be regretting his decision so badly to have a
lunatic like me in his handsome house. Before he ousts me angrily, I better
start talking sense.
An open letter
to all those who are looking for something they don’t have.
You and you, I
am talking to each one of you here. Let’s get some serious talking done today.
Go back and trace some of the important years of your life. Who is the first
person you want to share the stuff with? We all have someone special. I have memories
that belong exclusively to my dad and I reminisce about them quite often. We all
have a special one, but along with it, we all crave to have someone we cannot.
Not just romantically, there are other relations too.
I never had a brother. NEVER. Every time, I hopped to school
and found two little kids, a boy and a girl walking hand in hand... I always
thought they were siblings. It never crossed my kind that it could be two kids
in love. I always believed they were siblings.
Why?
Because I never
had one. PERIOD.
I come from a
big family and I have more cousins than my fingers can keep track of... but
there was always a missing piece... I would always be that jigsaw puzzle which
will not complete even if you burn the midnight oil…
This letter is to
address every single one of you who has felt so... who has cried a hundred
tears because you ached for something that you could not get… because you ached
for something which you had no hold on… because you ached for something that
will always be a dream.. Because you cursed God for robbing you of a gift that
so many others had it so easily.
I am talking specifically
of a brother but you can fill the shoes with any of those relations you have
craved for, but couldn’t get... it could be a dead lover... a lost dad... a
forgotten mom... a sister or yes, a brother you wanted but never got.
Believe me, God
cries for your loss too and this is why he pays you back and pays handsomely
too... for too long, I stayed curled up in my bed, looking at the stars and not
feeling the shine... while my friends wanted to know how to get a new
boyfriend, I was busy asking God, if not having a brother was a form of karma..
Was I the villain who killed too many souls in my previous birth and this is
payback? Why then did I have an angel sister, a doting dad and a loving mom?
But, over a
period of time, things change. You will never have that brother who will take
you to school and stare down the eyes of every pervert who will dare to rob you
of your smile. You will never have the brother whose name you can proudly fill
on your college application form... you will never have that brother who will
always stand by you even when you are marrying a complete stranger, though you
are deep in love with another guy,… but you will have a brother who will make
you laugh even when all you want to do is cry... You will have a brother who
will be miles apart and still tell you how connected you feel... you will have
a brother who will message you on random times of the day just to let you know
that you have been on his mind. You will have a brother who will not be ashamed
to call you his sister... you will have a brother who will not judge you
because you ask nearly all guys to be your brother... you will have a brother
who will just be the E.XA.C.T. person your REAL brother would have been but
will never be.
Trust me, GOD IS
KIND and GOD is in LOVE with you… I spoke about a brother because Karan here is
my kid brother... and though it’s been very recent that we are really connected
in the right sense of the word, but I know he is going to be one kid... I’ll
FOREVER remember coz
1.
I
have sharp memory and
2.
He
is AWESOME as a kid and as a brother... he compliments me TOO often... he sees
more to me than what it is and his childhood picture is cute and most of all he
has a lousy handwriting
There are too
many good things I can tell because I know
When you see a
good one, you know they are for keeps.
Here’s something
in poetry from me to you… J J
Too many miles,
I had walked
Too many times,
I had cried
Too many people,
you do meet
Too many times I
was judged
Yet, in all this
crowd
A gem shines deep
and bright
Nothing in the
world does change
Except for you
and for me
A bond is made
and a promise is sealed
Together we
speak, the words are not missed
No pompous
words, no big vows
The silent
smiles are sometimes strong
A little kid
smiles
And suddenly, I
felt so alive
A bond is made
And it will
forever stay
Because God too has
to pay
Too many smiles,
He took away
But once again,
I am happy and GAY
Some bonds
FOREVER stay
FOOTNOTE: Don’t
cry for what you cannot have…seek it in unknown faces and unseen smiles...One
day, you will find the piece that won’t be the thing you’ve been looking for,
but your jigsaw will be COMPLETE.
Be blessed
always Karan...you’re a gem... I will be here always to remind you of your own
shine. Glad to have met you little kid brother.
Your guest,
Shruti.
Author’s Note:
This was so damn awesome Shruti. I wouldn’t mind taking some of your
awesomeness and using it to improve my K-Factor. Keep posting on your blog and
on mine too at times sissy, you are the epitome of awesomeness. I don’t know
what’s with the title, but kid also sounds good enough for me. ;) :P
PS: An added
advantage is that you have good handwriting too. :P
Fine!
If you don’t like these hysterical drama queens of India, then here’s those
damn cops, the Bad Boys of Hollywood telling you to Whoosah. Please now,
please.
