To Dentist We (dont want to) Go

Timmy (my imaginary friend) and Me

Two conversations. Err dentists or docs, please skip this. No defamation charges shall be accepted. :P :P

Scene 1: Timmy and Me in living room

Me: Timmy, I am going to die

Timmy: Oh?

Me: Yes. Next week.

Timmy: Oh?

Me: I am against suicide

Timmy: Oh?

Me: So I am appointing someone to kill me

Timmy: I cant

Me: Eh?

Timmy: I’d love to help you, Rini, you know I always do. But I don’t like the smell of blood

Me: Thank you Timmy but you don’t have to take the trouble

Timmy: Oh is there a back up killer?

Me: There is only one. My dentist!!!

Timmy: Oh he is not going to kill you. He will just drive some screws into your jaws

Me: Thanks a lot! That helps!

Timmy: Oh don’t be a baby Rini, its no big deal!

Me: But it is! What if he was bored and thinks a root canal will be a fun thing to do?

Timmy: Errrr Rini....

Me: It is possible you know. Half the time dentists do things out of sheer boredom.

Timmy: I don’t think root canal is a fun thing for dentists either. Monopoly maybe.

Me: You are missing the point. We are talking about me, remember! Solve my problem first.

Timmy: You could choose not to go.

Me: I cant. The pain is killing me.

Timmy: You could distract yourself. Read Calvin and Hobbes

Me: How? Stick it to the roof?

Timmy: Oh I didn’t think of that. Oh yeah mp3 player

Me: Timmy! Well that is an idea. But he might confuse it for his stethoscope and throw water at it.

Timmy: Dentists throw water at stethoscopes?

Me: All the time. They throw water everywhere, into your mouth, onto their knives and even the nurses.

Timmy: Why nurses?

Me: Identification I guess. To know them from patients.

Timmy: Oh. Maybe they like gardening.

Me: So coming back to my problem....

Timmy: Oh forget it Rini, lets just eat for now

Me: Hmmmm easy for you to say you cavity-less creature!

Timmy: One day Rini one day I will get it too.

Me: Don’t worry, I will take you to a doc. Unless you like to stay alive a little longer?


Scene 2:Me and the Doc. :'(


Me: I have got 2 cavities

Doc: 2 of ‘em?

Me: Yes can you tell me if I will need root canalling?

Doc: Hmm you just might

Me: Oh I don’t want to die so young

Doc: Root canalling does not imply suicide as is the general conviction

Me: No, I know

Doc: Good

Me: Its willful murder

Doc: I beg your pardon?

Me: I am letting you kill me.......

R.I.P

Me and Timmy: Sickness...

“I feel horrible”

I said looking at the ceiling fan. The ceiling fan had nothing to do with the horribleness, but it looked like a good thing to talk to. My imaginary pal Mr Timmy, whose existence I buried under a few pillows moments ago, popped up to join the conversation.

“Rini, that’s the 15th time you are using that word!”

“Today?”

“This minute! And that’s only because it takes you 4 seconds to say horrible!”

“4? What am I, a turtle?”

“Turtles don’t talk English”

 

“Ohh”. I took my head under 2 pillows and murmured aloud. “Running nose, watery eyes and a tummy”

“I thought tummy was an old problem”

I came out of the pillows. “It’s a new one when it doesn’t know when it should be fed”

“Oh you can’t sense hunger”

“I feel horrib… alright I am a turtle”

“Quack quack”

I felt a need for some educative tips here. “Timmy, ducks do quack quack. Not turtles”

“So what do turtles do?”

“Oh! Well turtles. What sound do they make… they… they just win races with rabbits. They don’t talk”

“Hmm good. So what do we do?”

“2 choices. 1. You sleep, 2. You stare at your ceiling fan. Oh wait I got another one now! Timmy, we will do a death bed scene. Hold my hands”

He must have liked the idea of seeing my death bed; he came by my side and held my hands.

“Timmy! Don’t chew when someone is dying! Keep your face somber”

“Do I get to talk?”

“After me. Ok here we go… Oh… Tim… this… is it… ahu ahu… Good bye world. Goodbye dear… pal. Wont you… visit my coffin buddy ahu ahu ahu?”

“Ahu ahu ahu?”

“Thats cough!”

“Right so you were saying ahu ahu ahu”

“Timmy, you ruined it! You look way too cheerful”

“Really? I must be a natural”

“Forget the death bed scene”

“Oh no no you were doing great Rini! We will just take you to your death with the open-mouth-tongue-out expression”

“Never mind! We are going back to option 1. So start counting your sheep!”

“I like that. Especially when they have longer limbs”

“I said sheep! You know what the only thing men are good at?”

“Wearing sun glasses?”

I paused for a minute to show sarcasm. “They are only good in taking you somewhere to eat and leaving you behind with one thing they forgot to take care of”

“Dogs?”

“Bills”

I REMEMBER..........

I remember the nights
I remember the fights
I remember everything you gave to me
I remember the kisses
I remember them all

I remember the times you made me fall
Why did you have to do this to me?
You said love was dead
That was like a shot to the head.
I used to love you and you ridicule

You took my feelings and spat them out
You could’ve had feelings if you really want too
You broke my heart and ripped open my scars
You didn’t stop you went too far
Why did you have to do this to me?
 

You said love was dead
That was like a shot to the head
Sitting here remembering
The pain you used to bring
I remember everything
I remember the punches 

I remember them all
Why did you have to do this to me?

I guess you was right when you said
That love was dead

I remember the nights
I remember the fights
I remember everything you gave to me
I remember the kisses
I remember them all

I remember the times you made me fall

Sitting here remembering
The pain you used to bring
I remember everything
I remember the punches
I remember them all

You have made me so small

And now there’s 1000 love letters reading like an obituary
That’s how much you now mean to me
I hope she was worth it, I hope she is painful
I hope it hurts when you fall.........

A WORLD OF SHE.......

A world where She lived.. a world where She dared to dream... a world of sweet dreams and no place for nightmares...

She woke up. She washed face. She brushed teeth. She took a cup of milk. She took bath. She dressed. She took bag. She said bye. She left home.

She took bus. She watched world. She watched people. She listened to mp3. She hummed. She thought. She daydreamed. She reached college. 

She said hello. She greeted. She was greeted. She talked. She listened. She studied. She learnt. She requested. She ordered. She laughed. She smiled. She raised brows. She was disappointed. She was cheered. She was done. She left college.

She traveled back by bus with friends. She talked more. She heard more. She felt wind hitting on her face. She enjoyed all.

She reached home. She ate late. She read email. She browsed net. She blogged. She social networked. She read news. She felt tired. She napped. She dreamt. She woke up. She played sudoku. She chatted.

She joined Mom. She talked. She heard Mom. She chatted. She gossiped. She laughed. She on lap. She loved. She felt loved.

She watched TV. She hummed along. She commented. She judged. She was phoned. 

She saw night. She saw moon. She saw stars. She imagined. She wrote. She heard music. She sang. She read novel. She closed eyes. She dreamt again.......

This Night...A Stormy Night....

This night, A stormy night,

is a friend of the moon.

After a long time,

she has come alone.

The silence is over.

The crickets are singing.

 

Someone must put out the lamps in the evening;  

Tonight, I must talk with the darkness to my heart's content.

The darkness sulks;

The darkness sits,

lost, in a corner.

 

The night

is a friend of the moon.

After such a long time,

she has come alone.

The darkness is mad;

how dense it is!

It pierces me; it bites me;

Even so, it is mine.

In its lap,

I'll rest my head to sleep.

In its arms,

I'll hide myself to cry.

The darkness today flows from the kohl, rimming my eyes.

The night

is a friend of the moon.  

After such a long time,

she has come alone.

SPY-FI

My imaginary friend, Timmy, had just woken up from a 10 hour "nap". 

Timmy: I’ve got a hell lot of things to tell you

Me: What is it?

Timmy: What? Do you have to know everything right away?

Me: Okay, tell me tomorrow then.

Timmy: I will think about it.

Me: Oh come on, what else have you got to do?

Timmy: What? You think I sit doing nothing all day?

Me: Yep

Timmy: Have you been spying on me?

TIRED OF BEING YOUR FRIEND

I'm tired of being the one who listens.
I'm tired of being the one who calls.
The one who ends silences.
The one who breaks down walls.

The one who never shows anger.
The one who never asks.
And the one who will remember
But wear a smiling mask.

Old friends are better than new.
They know you without needing to ask.
But I wish that sometimes you
would, even if you know, still ask.

I'm tired of the distances.
Of having to work at keeping it alive.
Excuse me my absences:
I may - or may not - be back in a while.