Sangita Padiyar

What would you do when poked with several pins? Scream, shout, wince? Well, I do it too, the only difference is, no one can hear me. You think you are the only one with a sense of touch? Ha! You'd be surprised at the things that are also tangible, just like you.
The next time you want to decorate your vicinity, remember, not to jab sharp objects into them. I have been bruised several times, every time I think to myself, I'll let it pass. Some day he'll be gentle.
You wouldn't like it if I chipped out and refused to let anything patch me up, would you now?


(on a softboard)

Sangita Padiyar

Slurp! She tasted good! I love it when people stumble-crumble-tumble on me. Its my favourite drink, human blood! Muhahahaha!


(poster on staircase)

Sangita Padiyar

Amma sent me in with a packet of Prale-G. No, it was no ordinary packet. This was the one which came with the butterfly sticker. She promised to wait outside till I was done. There were others inside, just like me. Most of them were crying, some wailing even. I thought it was because their Amma didn't give them Parle-G.

I offered mine to the girl sitting next to me, but she looked sternly at me and said "I cannot take anything from strangers". But I was no stranger, I thought. I looked out of the window to see Amma smile at me. She was proud, I could tell. She held her chin high, above all the others standing beside her.

Ms. Bhanumitra walked into class. She looked pleasant yet many of the kids wailed, louder than before. One ran towards the door, Ms. Bhanumitra tried to stop him and he bit her! More kids wailed. Pandemonium broke out.

Why were the kids crying? She was a nice lady, I promise. Yes, she did show us the wooden scale once in a while, but that was only when we disobeyed. My Amma did that too when I didn't listen to her. They didn't seem to understand. I think it was because their Amma's didn't show them the wooden stick, instead told them they would be sent to Ms. Bhanumitra.

One day, Ms. Bhanumitra announced that there would be a Story Telling Competition and we could recite stories that were their on books, or we could make up stories.

I won. This was the story I narrated.


(outside a classroom in a school)

Sangita Padiyar

Tick tock tick tock

I watched as the hands moved

Gliding almost



10.30!

I was still sitting there

Mesmerized by its movements



11.00

Not budged!



11.05

Trrrring!

"You had to be here over an hour ago! Where the hell are you? No, not that wretched place again. How many times have I told you not to go there? Are you listening? Don't hang up on me! Get home NOW!"



11.15

She breathed her last.

This is why I sit here everyday.




(Poster next to the clock. On the wall :)

Sangita Padiyar

It was where they first set eyes on one another. He was tall dark and handsome. So good looking, he was almost too good to be true. She was no less. With skin as fair as Snow White and a soft body, she was most sought after in whole of Dessert Land.
The minute he looked at her, he began to melt. Since then, he has been called Hot Chocolate. He fell head over heels for her. She, was hence called Nuts.
It all happened in the house on the corner of the street. Their love was Cupid's gift to not just their race, but to mankind as well. Everyone now yearns for Hot Chocolate and Nuts!


(Poster at Corner House)

Sangita Padiyar

A Meeting Place

Movements so rapid
Changes within a blink
Feet above the ground
Hands everywhere
Music pulsating
Beckoning, inviting
So[u]le reminder
Of love not lost,
Inhibitions none,
Motive ONE
Salvation, liberation...
Dance!


(Next to the dance floor)

Sangita Padiyar

I have a dream. I dream to look as good as the beautiful woman in the photo frame on the opposite desk. Well, I have looked at her every minute of every day, and night. I'm her insomniac lover.
Alas! The one who last used me had no consideration. He threw his things around. I have drawers where his things ccould be kept, but he didn't seem to understand. Lunch box, water bottle (didn bother to clean up the liquid off me when he spilt it), bag, helmet, phone, papers, pens, pins, wallet, empty chips packet [!] et al- just strewn from one end to the other!
Pease! You don't do this to me. I've been promised a 'human-life' in my next birth. For all you know, you could be me - a simple office desk!


(on an office desk)

Sangita Padiyar

The way her legs hit the accelerator one would think she didn't know there was a break. She had a reason though.
Amith was racing from the other side, with the same intention!
Too bad for them, Smriti was the smartest. She stood on the spot, saving it for her boyfriend.
And so the race ended, only to begin. Again.

(Poster in a parking lot)

Sangita Padiyar

Pimple! Go wash face
Ah! Nice eyes
Too fat! Change out of it
Hoot! Sexy bra
Er… Wrestler’s arms
Yes yes, looking just fine
Naah, not for this occasion

All of these described him.. No wait, He’s a her now.


(poster next to the mirror in the lady's loo)