~ The Old Red Sock ~

A - W -w-w-h- H ! ! God Save Me !! Send Me an angle or an inverter !

---------------Lights Gone Again-------------------

The dream was at its Climax ...M Terribly Sorry Lindsay...!

As Soon as my fan take a nap,my room's mosquitoe gang I.B.B(Internal Bliss Busters)behave as though Xtra Premium is going through their veins.

What do i do now....What do i do now........
Meanwhile ...I scratch my body like I did Domino's scratch card last Sunday...Sh..k k...Sh Sh...k..............
Now my Body Shows With Red..." Congrats !! You Loose Again.."

The I.B.B has surrounded me like hell... They are making dirty gestures like Prem Chopra do after seeing Hema Malini....
"Bhagwaan ke Liye Mujhe Chhod Do".....I scream ...


They Didnt listen nor did my Bhagwaan.I knew if i be in this Mudra , I.B.B will reduce me to an egyptian mummy.

I look out for a torch...

I literally raped the suitcases,drawers,bed,P.C,...but nthing like torch touched my hand..

Oh wait!! what is it..
the warmth is familiar...its the red sock..The old R.E..D S.O..C...K.....!
Yes the same red sock that acted as a tunnel between me and my belief during my childhood.

On 24 DEC Nites , bed has never been my companion i always found myself arapped around the lamp, inside the almirah,on a cycle,in the bath tub....Little eyes waiting for the Old White Beard Man ..My Santa..


The Red Sock under my pillow meant a lot to me...It imbibed warmth,sweetness,love and my belief...


~ A 24 Dec Night ~

Once i found myself lying on the window pane in the morning....1/2 inch right ..I bet street dogs would have tasted my intenstines that night..

I made alarm clock wake that morning..Too excited to see the Miss Red Sock's smile...She was young those days.....her smile said " Your belief has been answered.."

I hurried to check the gift ..Wow !! its a Racing Car...How he know dat?

Now Miss Sock looked like a lady does after Labour Pain..

Without saying a word ..I ran to Munna's house..Before i could glue my ego with glee..She Banged .."Look I got a Piano from Santa"
Oh ..Its always the same..Her gifts are much much bigger than mine..She always smiled to tear me apart....
Still i stormed her house like a mad ox. Now i dont reason why govt. has opened so many mental asylums.

Me :PA! She always got bigger ones..She never copies her buks,She don't even trim nails..Praying before dinner is an alien thought for her..
Still Bigger...!!!!


Grandpa.. :Showing me the Globe...Santa starts from the north pole...then here...here...May be Santa shops for her from the London Street..And for my little angel may be its Africa..

Me :Ya ...that Foxy girl don't even comb her hair..

Grandpa :Never Mind..Get your tummy in.!!You hv Swiming trials nxt Monday..

Me: :Pa..77 people are giving trials..So its..sort of Difficu...rather impossi..U know..Neways smimming don't excite me anymore..
Whats the point in kicking water like a frog ..I tell You...Munna even don't....

All my life i believed in my religion,my Ma,my school,my friends,my Santa,my ego,my sins,my enemies...but i never believed my self..

I always was constantly fighting a battle with myself that i could have never won..I always wanted to be that i was already !

AAh!! The lamp is glowing again..I think light has come..or evrthing seems to be luminous to my always believing eyes

This few hours' darkness troubled me...but i was never aware of the darkness with in...The wrinkled Miss Socks has again edified me to

......Believe Big!! ..........Believe Myself!!


I hope Santa Shops from London Street for me this Christmas..... See Ya :)