If wishes were clones...

If there was one wish that God promised me a fulfillment of, I would wish everyone around me to be like me. And then sit back and enjoy, waiting for the disaster to happen. Because everyone would then be walking around clueless, aimless, searching for nothing. So harmless yet so vehemently dangerous with the potential to stumble upon something utterly catastrophic!

May be a fool!

You get caught up between 'it could be good' and 'its just not meant to be'. One moment you're hopeful, unsure the other. Is it too early for it to be a sound judgment or too late to be a regret? This is actually the state you're wary of but your own masterstroke of carelessness lands you bang in the middle of it. Happy fools day, you say to yourself. But for you, it just doesn't show up only once in April!

Misjudged

Just when I was pretty convinced that a dear friend of mine has completely been denied a sense of humour by the Almighty, He proves my sense of judgment completely wrong.
It's 3 in the night, we are stopped at a check-point and the cop asks my friend for his license. And voila, out he pops a "challan" that has not been settled since 20 days...
Like a hound that has smelled blood, the cop starts digging for the papers, the insurance, the 'palushan' certificate - the works. Everything is presented, everything. But a cop is a cop - always on a mission. Was it Papu's new bicycle or a saree for his 'darling' can't be surely established, but the briefing for the mission was certainly there. So he asks my friend for a 'chhota mota settlement'...
The dear friend starts a hand-shake with 'Kya sir, aapke bache jaise hain sir' with the cop & suddenly quips 'Yaar sir ke saath ek photo toh liyo yaar!'
We are declared 'not guilty' and 'released'...
Welcome to Delhi, where everyone's evil!