Bardic Scientist: Dr Anu Dalal

               My Body Belongs to 90s! My body belongs to era 90s   And so does my soul,  I am happy, even if people call me in an outdated role. Yes,  I value bonds more than anything,  Yes, money is important for sustaining, but can’t over power many things,   Yes, I am addicted to people, Say family and friends And the length of my smile, on them depends Good news from them,  Lightens me up,  Their struggle sometimes, made my mental state corrupts Yes, I have pathetic voice Still love to sing and listen, the typical 90s musical noise Yes, we mock ourselves,  Yes, we hardly find pleasure in grilling foreign cells.  Yes,  we are middle strata, And we always have laughing data. Yes, we understand the warmth of bonds, And we act, react and accordingly respond. Yes, I still feel heaven, when my favorite people are around, This virtual world is just a means, to feel that they are still around.  Yes we grill our siblings, Yes we mock our parents, But still their positive sides, we know are

 Let's travel back in time... Travel back in times, Where laughter chimes, Those childhood crimes. Carefree-laughter days, Summer-winter holidays. Thousand of pampering ways, Where only love conveys. Where worries were not nearby, Only joy overfly, Those gali cricket matches with brothers, Where every aunty seems like a mother. School as worlds of wonder, Eating food between classes was the only blunder. Well dressed, food packed, bag packed, all done by mother, Holding hands, walking between two brothers, All three of us together. Reaching school, In an amazing jolly pool, All the time, weird laughing acts, in the middle of a lecture, the faces of your besties attract. Wonderful life it was, Because Such genuine happiness it was. The most beautiful phase of life: CHILDHOOD :)

    Things that matter are always abstract! What I look for,  Probably, the heart sings for something more,  I do appreciate the tangible things around,  But the heart looks for intangible things that need to be crowned!  What I look for,  Somewhat abstract more,  What I miss,  Somewhat, a different kinda bliss!  Yes, the work environment is pretty cool,  But, sometimes, the soul needs some different fuel.  What do I miss?  I miss,  Those long working hours at IIT,  Returning late at home, after a roam,  And always facing a father, standing at the door,  Always, having the same words “Don't be late anymore” Replying with the same words, “Papa following your footsteps, “anything for work”  And then that quick deep silence between us works!  Then facing the restless mother, showcasing her concern,  Tackling her, and poor me thinking, face it, if you need to earn.  I miss my brothers,  Their irritation, their over-surveillance,  Their shield to protect me from parents' rough heat