Ms. Sophisticated

As I sat staring out the window in the local train, I was as reflective as ever. Looking at the other ladies' in the compartment. The (relatively) sparse afternoon traffic was always interesting. I had always imagined myself in a glowing capsule, somewhat above these 'others'. So that I could detach myself from the petty squabbles, the nonsensical chatter. I would sit erect,smiling beningnly, almost benevolently at these 'ordinary women' who would openly express awe at the heavy looking book in my lap. As I walk on from the station to my humble dwelling, I saw this huge crowd just outside the newly built galleria. It seemed posh. Not even opened yet. I could hear the excited chatter of "Kareena Kapoor hai baap" and "Kya lagti hai". I smirked mentally at the nincompoops who stalled their lives to deign someone who is really just as ordinary as them. Hah! I was too proud to even turn that way and kept walking, feeling pretty smug about the sophistication I had. As these two gigling girls passed me, I could barely decipher the excited "Hrithik... hrithik...". I managed to keep my head straight, but the feet had suddenly turned to lead. After all, Hrithik...!!

A simple lad

He always was a simple lad,
A very plain guy was he,
You needed patience to deal with him,
And that was not easy!

I never knew why he loved me so,
When I was just as bad,
I only stood up for him sometimes,
When other kids made him sad.

I did not value his little gifts,
Or the naivete in his eyes,
I was often tempted to leave him back
And run off with the guys!

I did not ever laugh at him,
But he wasn't in my set,
I lost touch with him over the years,
And hardly did regret!

I must have been on some days kind,
And too good to forget, was he,
For he not only approved my loan today,
He also stood for the guarantee!