THE BLEEDING STITCHES

  “Pappa please!” “No beta, you’re too young for a dog! And ever, if we really were to have one, I would say, adopt one instead of buying.” “Adopt?” “No pappaaaaaa I want a niiiiceeeee clean-clean cuteeeeee doggie!” And still he won’t listen to me. I puffed up, a ball of red, and ran my way to that little corner, all with a nice, about-to-reach-the-ground frown , as if I were on a strike, like “ humaari maange poori karo ”. And who can forget that puppy dog face we make when we want something. Arre, hume kam draamebaaz mat samjho aap. Not-so surprisingly, my puppy dog face worked, as I could tactically let my vision out of my eyes and trace my dad’s facial lines, “Ohkay…….fine…..we’ll take a dog” “khushhhhhh?????????” I jumped up so damn high I could’ve literally hit my head on the ceiling, as if my home was a trampoline park. No really, so high. … Seriously. “Yeayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Papa, Labrador ha! please please please!!!!” ...

. . . . . . . . “You know what, it’s her choice” . . . Okay now, what just happened? Umm. Okay, let’s rewind a lil bit. (Btw, those who got it, bade tezz ho rahe ho aap)     “Kimaya, get out of that damn room and come have your dinner!” “ Chill yaar , mom I’m coming!”   I came out, sprung up and crashed on the sofa as usual and hunted through the TV channels, as mom served me food. “God! These Sony max people barely have anything else other than Sooryavanshi airing 24/7. Ugh!” . . . Okay now, yes, I was actually, dumb enough to settle on roadies revolution on MTV. Now I look back and be like “ Kya din aaye the mujhpe… ” Now patiently watching such kinds of aberrant reality shows was the crux of the matter, a mighty task. “ Chalo koi naah, dekh hi lete hai….. ”   Auditions were being taken, in a behemoth room which visibly stunk , but of course, not for them. And I was unfortunately fortunate enough to witness that one, spec...