Childhood is something that is never going to return. Er.. don’t worry.. thats not the biggest observation or discovery of the century.. all know this fact.. i just didn’t get anything else to start my article, so used that sentence.. Anyway.. Everyone of us at least once in a while wish badly if we were still kids, not grownups, not caught amidst giants called competitions, run for life, comparisons, workload, weekend, etc.. Suit yourself with whatever u want...
Though i am doing nothing useful that would stress me out, i feel twice a day that i should have been a kid, especially when mom asks me to go n get something from a shop nearby, or shouts at me to get up early in the morning...
I was not able to reach the alarm to stop it. It was not stopping. I wanted it to stop. I threw whatever i could catch first from shelf nearby to the wall, fortunately it was my mobile charger, n nothing happened to it. but it went n got settled in the top most rack of the shelf on the wall. I had to remove it now. In my attempt to get it back from the shelf, wow, i ran into a box i had ignored all the while. my mood cheered up in no time. The box had all my childhood stuffs in it- my toys, all broken n in bad shape, my old guitar i had bought in some mela, which got broken the min it reached home, my old trophies, shields, medals, wow.. i relived those moments for a while. Just imagine u getting your things back, it was like almost getting childhood back. something caught my attention.
There they were my favourite books- tinkles, the ones i never missed to read, i had read every single edition released every month, my other amar chitra katha books, all story books dad brought me when i was kid. i forgot the world n sank back into them without bothering to brush my teeth. I started reading a story of a princess. I was enjoying the story. I loved seeing and reading those pages again. N when mom came to my room I ran out of site n became a good girl my mom loves. The story half left.
The day passed with those books, i read stories after stories until i had finished a lot of them. finally i decided to see a movie for a change. I ran through my collection of about 120 movies in my laptop. N finally settled on “magadheera” a telagu movie casting son of a famous south Indian actor chiranjeevi. I had my reasons to choose the movie. I had kept it pending to watch. It was released when i had been to north india tour couple of years ago, N a newly married hydrabadi couple I met in manali had told me to watch it. The girl cutely called her newly wedded husband magadheera. In their memory i decided to watch the movie.
The movie was awesome. It was a story of a warrior n his lover who die n meet back after 400 years in their new birth, by killing the same villain, who also takes rebirth to be killed again. Anyway, Awesome is just a word. In the movie, the hero single handedly handles the army of 100 men, n kills them all... wow...the way he shot the arrow, the way he swiped his sword n the way he fought the battle... the way he saved the girl... all made me say wow again.. n magadheera was added to my big list of crushes led by hritik roshan in kaho na pyar hai ages ago...
it was 12 mid night, n after tiring day’s work i decided to sleep. Everything went dark. May be it was dream. A horrifying dream. I was flying. A big bird was carrying me. i could see the boiling sea below me. I looked at myself. No.. i was not in my jeans n t shirt.. i was a princess... I was shouting for help... my hands were tied with chains. I saw another bird flying beside the one carrying me.... there was a big monster riding it... he gave a cold laugh..
oh i was being kidnapped i realised... i mean princessnapped... he was taking me to an island.. i shouted at the monster.. i’ll never marry u.. magadheera ll come and save me....
n there he was... he came in the chariot of those four white horses n stood in front of us, aila in air..!!! i shouted happily-“ magadheera.. i knew u would come. now kill this monster the way u did in the movie...” i was telling him to hit monster by waving his hand the same way, the same move i liked in the movie... i was demonstrating to him.. n he was seriously following the move.. my magadheera would hit the monster just that way, I knew. He would kill the monster and save me. n dhuddddd... something fell on me.. did we lose the battle?? I didn’t know.. i opened my eyes to see my pillow on my head... i had waved it n thrown it in air in order to demonstrate him better... n finally that had woke me up... n i sadly realised it was just a dream... only a dream.. i was no princess.. there was no magadheera.. n thank god no monster too...
er.. i sat back n gave myself a smile... i knew from few days, my brain had little chemical locha.. but this time it had crossed all the limits.. i had mixed the story of the princess i read in the book in the morning with the movie i had seen before sleeping...
i told my brother about this new crush n dream i had about him.. n his reply was... when will u grow up yaar!!!! no likes.... he is mad.. Ignore him.. anyway
er.. this was just a story... was just trying my hand at writing some funny things.. hope u had a happy refresh.. :) keep smiling :)
