Mourning Hassles...

Koi yeh kaise bataaye ki woh tanha kyun hai
Woh joh apna tha wahi aur kisi ka kyun hai
Yehi duniya hai toh phir aisi yeh duniya kyun hai
Yehi hota hai toh aakhir yehin hota kyun hain

You got it- I'm mourning.Well after many days I had a reason enough to mourn.So it had to be a PROPER mourn.Didnt want it to be over-the-top or run-off-the-mill.
No matter what you do, it should have a certain amount of class associated with it.I was told this by my all-knowing-great brother.So how I did mourn and make others near me mourn too, is the story which runs through in the following lines :

Now when you are sad and all down I guess the first thing that undergoes a radical change is your appearance.Remember the actors in our bollywood movies going all white after a heart-break or some such crap.So I decided to go for all those pale shades.Like I gave up on my favorite candy pink or that beautiful sea-green.(I was mourning after all).It was grey and off-whites all the way.

And no flowing hair please.It needs to be strictly pulled back into an imperfect pony.Actually I wanted to create that 'white salwaar-kameez' look but my mom wouldn't relent anyways.Even I was a bit doubtful 'bout shopping for mourning.So the look was postponed.Anyways, who says you cant mourn in a tee and pajamaas?So what if my tee proclaimed out loud "PARTY TONIGHT"...Its about the feeling inside.They taught me this at those boring sessions at school.What do we call them....aah Moral Science classes !!

Now mourning is not easy.So what do you do when dad offers a Mc Donalds and City Centre together.You're tempted.Is it okay to have a quick bite at Mc Donalds when you're mourning? I thought.....Real hard.....Yes, its okay.Instead of something exuberant I'll order something plain.And I would keep feeling bad inside, I promised myself.The inside feeling..... remember?

Now what do you do bout the people around you.Certainly they'll notice that long face.In my case, they noticed lesser TV viewing, no loud music,excessive Jagjit Singh...no regular extortion of money.Worse,no weekend-shopping pleas.
My mom even asked me if I needed a visit to my Doc.
There are times like these when you come up with the most lame excuses.Which no one believes obviously.
Things I tried saying :
"Not feeling well.."
"I'm bored"
"Uhh...umm...nothins wrong"
And everyone believed me.Truly.

A week and I was done with the mourning.I needed my sanity back.Man...I was missing my spoilt habits.
I made a call:
"Hey, what you guys doing?"
"Spidey 3 at Forum"
"We've seen that already...."
"Cheeni kum??...thats all they've got"
"Pick me up"

I'm a horrible person. ;)