Inked...The goal of tattooing was never beauty. The goal is change!

Everyone has fantasies…all imaginative fancies!!! These can be as simple as climbing a water tank of a colony or as crazy as street racing similar to Fast and Furious. (Fast Five was fab!!! Liked it) it can be as wild as sleeping with  different people (mind you me writing people) every night. Fine…this is going too far now!!!

Interesting part is that, these fantasies keep on changing as you grow…I mean with your age and probably with changing environment you are in. I guess all my readers have had some or the other fantasies…simple, complicated, stupid, crazy, foolish, silly, maddening, wild…no restrictions share them the way I’m gonna do just now J

First time I saw a bus driver and for the whole journey my Badi mama (addressing my dadi ma) kept praying to her Ramji but strangely I thought of driving a bus someday since he was giving tough time to all the passengers! It was so much fun to see all adults in state kids are when a teacher had caught them eating in the class!

The most enjoyable thing in childhood days was going out in the afternoon hours when mom was having a nice siesta hour. She thought me and Karan are sleeping with Badi ma, and Badi ma thought we are with mom, where as we use to be in a nearby café playing the latest video game!!! And if it happened to be cricket season then we were playing cricket in the lane.

Before tenth grade boards, a phenomenon called Hrithik Roshan took place and the only thing I wanted to do was watch Kaho Naa Pyaar hai’s teasers, promos, trailers, exclusive songs on MTV much to mom’s displeasure. The TV volume was kept to minimum and the teasers were never missed…imagine I have note of all important dates related to the Hrithik movies released from 2000 to 2008!!!

Bunking classes was never a fantasy…I guess that was something natural in a college where there were no marks for attendance and no other compulsions!!! Though reading M & Bs in class was real fun, especially the boring general English classes wherein English teacher spoke either in Hindi or Punjabi about the Doll’s house and chocolate cream solider. The short plays one could read in two-three hours, the wonderful English teachers made them seem never-ending tales and good four months were spent completing them.

In second year of college, we had a male faculty teaching us video production…with love tyres around his tummy, fixing the camera on the tripod was a big task for him!!! It was fun watching him demonstrating working of video cam and how to shoot!!!   It was only for first three practical classes that he was noticed and laughed at and after it….most of the class was busy doing everything other than listening to him…like writing assignments for other classes, reading M & B, novels, comics, messaging and drawing. And unluckily, it was only me out of the whole batch who was caught by him reading an M&B with an erotic cover! Hell is the word with which I describe the day, the whole good impression was gone…bad..bad…bad. Very Bad indeed.

Anyway…

Being a big fan of HRITHIK ROSHAN, watching his movies and following him in them was a task I had allotted to myself. After watching ‘Main Prem Ki Diwani Hoon’ tattoo became a dream and getting it done the next big thing for me. Since I was not in love…and Hrithik was married I had no option but to wait for the prince charming to arrive and the real wait for him started not because that I wanted to be in love but because I wanted a tattoo of his name on me!!!

Weird is the word my dear college friends used when I told them. So, a new mission started and it failed big time. Men the strangest creatures on planet have strange categories also in numerous kinds! If a guy had good looks then he had terrible mannerism or no etiquettes or walked like ROCK or Stone Cold (imagine without the kind of body ROCK and Stone Cold have)  or spoke in a horrible way even drooling as he spoke, fumbling was so very common, or eating like a greedy dog!!!

The mission was cancelled and the idea was dropped. On second thought about getting tattoo, I was suggested by my sweet loving brother that I really wanna have it then why wait for the lover boy to arrive, let it be some other stuff some girly thing and then it was decided that I would get a tattoo like the one Rihanna has on her neck, but placement has to be considered again. Ankle was decided and then the design was also modified!!!

On a cold morning of January 2009, I got a tattoo on my left ankle, mom and dad were told after around peaceful six months…and the reaction my Badi mama and Momsy gave was no less filmy “Shaadi kaun karega…tattoo…hey prabhu…yeh ladki…manu tune kyun…”

I love my momsy…never wanted to hurt her but fantasies…thank heavens now mom at peace with this…her son has two tattoos…and one of them says, “I love my mom” J