I was born on 11th March,1962.I was a very happy infant,always happy,always smiling,giggling.My mother,hence called me 'Hasni'(endearing feminine gender nickname that mothers generally use to their hearts content's mutilated form)Got named as Ashwini.Try rhyming,feeling loving towards me(i know its difficult,but then so is Yoga) you will get the connection.
And then i grew up,supposedly became a Man.Got married,had two fab kids.And here i am.4+ lines of a life of 49 yrs+.
God gave me whatever i asked for and then made me feel stupid,'Oh,No I should have asked this instead/too,'
Its not as simple as it sounds;he gave me beaches but took my legs away.
The legs are there but only to flee.From MYSELF.
Now that's a cliche that even novices try but i'm 49+.
Had I been anyone else i would not have liked to be ME.
I am not trying to say anything to anyone ,I'm just accepting loudly what i've felt for a lifetime but not said.
That Done.
Now let me see life from a different perspective.
Happy,well off(sort of),loving,lovable people in life but
a leering yearning KE YOON HOTA TO KYA HOTA.
No and I'm not talking about lecherous,greedy,lusty desires alone(let me accept I AM NO SAINT BUT ONLY A GOOD MAN) I'm asking for my legs back.Legs that can only make me jump,run(not humanly possible at 49 unless one is Milkha/Fauja Singh) across MY BEACHES and are not ONLY meant to flee.
My God Is a Smart God.He does what is destined but blames it on the wordings of my demand.
OH GOD! I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU,YOU HAVE TO LET YOUR OWN CHILD DOWN.AND PROBLEM IS,YOU CAN'T EVEN WISH AND PRAY TO ANYONE TO LET IT BE DIFFERENT
I empathize.Not to worry,I'll manage without the legs on the beach but i'll not complain.I LOVE YOU and as well said by some sad lover 'Aaashiq aur Maashooq ka Gila hi kya Shikwa hi kya,Jab woh aa kar lage gale saara gila jataa raha' So since I have to meet you someday my dear lover(My God) I'll sort it out then,when I finally hug you.
And then i grew up,supposedly became a Man.Got married,had two fab kids.And here i am.4+ lines of a life of 49 yrs+.
God gave me whatever i asked for and then made me feel stupid,'Oh,No I should have asked this instead/too,'
Its not as simple as it sounds;he gave me beaches but took my legs away.
The legs are there but only to flee.From MYSELF.
Now that's a cliche that even novices try but i'm 49+.
Had I been anyone else i would not have liked to be ME.
I am not trying to say anything to anyone ,I'm just accepting loudly what i've felt for a lifetime but not said.
That Done.
Now let me see life from a different perspective.
Happy,well off(sort of),loving,lovable people in life but
a leering yearning KE YOON HOTA TO KYA HOTA.
No and I'm not talking about lecherous,greedy,lusty desires alone(let me accept I AM NO SAINT BUT ONLY A GOOD MAN) I'm asking for my legs back.Legs that can only make me jump,run(not humanly possible at 49 unless one is Milkha/Fauja Singh) across MY BEACHES and are not ONLY meant to flee.
My God Is a Smart God.He does what is destined but blames it on the wordings of my demand.
OH GOD! I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU,YOU HAVE TO LET YOUR OWN CHILD DOWN.AND PROBLEM IS,YOU CAN'T EVEN WISH AND PRAY TO ANYONE TO LET IT BE DIFFERENT
I empathize.Not to worry,I'll manage without the legs on the beach but i'll not complain.I LOVE YOU and as well said by some sad lover 'Aaashiq aur Maashooq ka Gila hi kya Shikwa hi kya,Jab woh aa kar lage gale saara gila jataa raha' So since I have to meet you someday my dear lover(My God) I'll sort it out then,when I finally hug you.
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