well...when i did my debut entry in d blogging world....my frnds were very bemused nd obv very much excited to knw..y i named my blog as "genie in the bottle"..since my kid-me days ...every blody book© had dese few wrds scribbled on d front page..like evry lil kid d wrd "magic" fascinated me..nani used to narrate me stories abt good genies..bad genies..fairies..i was very amused abt the fact dat y d hell a genie lives in a small bottle...y nt a mansion or a loft or nething..aftrall dey hav magical powers wth dem..dey cn do nething..nd need nt hav master to serve..one fine day with all my queries i went to nani n she xplained dat "responsibility or power comes with a limitation tag attached to it"....nw i thnk she did saw spiderman..
she lovd to watch cartoons..just lyk me...i used to sprawl lavishly infront of d tv switching from 1 cartoon channel to another..n nani fussing abt my hairs, me nt eating food..nd abt wat a spoilt rabbit i am...she used to njoy my laugh nd den join me in it..
curly locks of hairs..n dose big eyes..she was very butiful..nd smhw..secretly smwhr..i always wished to be lyk her..
she was dere to hold when i fall..
she was dere when i refuse to get up..n try again.
she was dere to say dat i cn do nethin i want to
she was dere to protect..n hide me ..when i was scared
my childhood revolved around her..nd i had dis butiful world all created around her...coz i always knew she'l just stay wth me 4ev..
last dec late at nite masi called me to say dat she is no more...she was at d last stage of cancer
at first i tht...dat smbdy would snatch d ph from her n say dat is all a big bad jok n den i'll yell on everybdy..nd tell dm nev to do dis again...bt it nev happnd..
mum proved to b very strong to handle d news..
nd all thru d nite i cried..nd missed her..i denied n refused 2 accept dat she left me all alone..
bt by d morning ..i realised dat..smwhr inside...i was very happy dat she is no more in pain..n wherev she's gone....she is very happy
to handle myself i decided nev 2 talk abt it...wth nebdy..bt fynally i gt tired of running
i cnt frgt my fairygodmother..her magic stick she used to get me solutions for every rocksolid prb
...i was her genie..
d wild n crazy genie...with no master...n magical powers...
a lil butterfly..who is very desprt to learn hw to fly
i knw she is nt gone...she is still smwhr around me...nd thinking what a wild spoilt brat i am..nt studing n blogging..
bt m sure she lyks d way i write...(she always used to)
dnt knw what i'll do abt feeling lonely..or lost smtimes...bt m sure..dat she'll like my style of handling every thng dat'll cm my way in future..
i'll always stay lyk her wildest genie...
ps: srry guys to post after a decade...
bt nehw...a verrrry happ new year 2 u ppl..wishing u a very happy n succesful year ahead.i knw its very late...to wish
apologies...!!
