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Apology Letter

Apology letter

Ever written an apology letter in school?? I always found them a waste of time, paper and ink. I mean, how it even fulfils the purpose. I am sorry for:

Talking in the class.

Not completing my homework.

Not bringing the science book. Or for

Not taking the previous apology letter seriously.

One might think that the task of writing an apology letter is tiresome and futile but I think apologies help. I believe “I am sorry” and “I will never repeat my mistake” are two very comforting sentences. A sorry helps a marred heart to feel better. A sorry also is the best argument closer. It ends the argument, and one might actually realise her mistake by the end.

So, here is an apology letter.

Dear people,

I am sorry for being fat, for not being what everyone wants me to be, for not being the most desirable of all. I am a student, 22 and fat. I weigh 79.1 kg and am sorry to the weighing machine’s needle which has to swing all the way to 79.1 from 0 for me.

I am indeed very sorry to all the people who have to adjust their eyes to view the huge me, who because of my butt size can’t adjust theirs’ on the seat. And heartfelt apologies to the shopkeepers who go through the pain taking phenomena of finding the right size for me. 34 or 36 madam? Umm no, get me 38.

I am really very sorry to all my gorgeous skinny friends who do not look good with me in the pictures; I capture the maximum space you see. I apologise for being the enormous one. To all my relatives and well-wishers who have no more advice to give me, as the previous ideas and plans failed. I am sorry to those tried and tested weight loss methods, which failed for me, because of me.

I am sorry and I will never repeat my mistake.

I am sorry for not being sorry.

A happy fat girl

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Connections 2017 at Indian Institute of Mass Communication

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The first one

I have been planning to do this from quite a long time, but whenever I actually gave it a thought the questions that prominently struck to me was WHAT and WHY. What to write and why? You know “To be, or not to be: that is the question”. There are millions of issues worth talking, worrying, analysing, discussing. But for this Piece of Mind, ‘the first one’ I prefer to give peace of mind. Our mindtree needs to be watered and nourished. So, rather than screwing your mind and worrying about society in large, politics, your job, traffic, metro crowd, college syllabus, feminist issues, girlfriend, boyfriend…..phew!!!! a long list indeed.Yeah, rather than frowning one needs to get some peace of mind. Take a break . Break some rules. Don’t be reckless. But once in a while it works. And by breaking rules I really don’t mean to break traffic rules. Do that little thing that you have wanted to do from long time.So, call that person you just thought of, eat or cook, dance to the music of your heart, or something even crazier. Something against your set protocol. Stereotype. Self imposed or by the society. DO IT. just do it and forget it. Drink but don’t drive then. or whatever that suits you. I guess I made my point.

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Short Delay

“Oh no..! Ye to roz ka hi ho gaya hai yaar” Bhai calling…. “Yes I will be a bit late today. Hopefully in 15 minutes if this metro works. Yea it’s the metro again.” “Haan be ab toh bilkul hi ruk gayi h ye metro.” I heard many such remarks when the metro halted at Karol Bagh metro station for more than its regular time. The doors ajar, I witnessed the people, while some cursed the metro employees for the delay in the journey, others pushed the crowd to get in. This is definitely a well-known sight for all the metro users. One is completely devastated if there is any such ” short” delays in the journey.15 minutes delay and there goes your life. It feels like the entire day is ruined. Such is the extent of dependence on the lifeline of Delhi, METRO. It is fast and a convenient way of commuting. The metro is easily accessible to you in 00:01 or max 00:05. Because of such convenience we don’t even have penalty of 15 minutes in our lives. The girl standing by my side is worried of Mishra Sir’s taunts that she will have to bear today. Be it office or college, class or a movie, a date or a meeting, just a minute late and behold! We begin to curse and snap. The announcement adds to the grievance of the commuters as it says ‘ sorry for inconvenience and the short delay.’ As I was about to text my friend that I will be late, so she got to wait, I saw a man running down the platform. I had already seen him twice. Clad in yellow shirt, red tie, grey trousers. A walkie-talkie in hand, he was running with all his might. The image of Farhan Akhtar flashed in front of my eyes. And the background score “ Zinda hoon mai….” came to mind. The metro doors closed and the metro revived soon, relieving all of us. “haan be, chal padi”, was the white shirt, blue denim guy’s response to his friend on the phone. "Aur chal padi aapki dhadkne bi," boomed in my head. I suppose he was the one, the yellow shirt guy. I suppose the hero of the day. Aapka aj ka hero. The savior of your day – the metro employee ( the one whom some were cursing..)