GROSS.....Play-BOY-Play......MISTAKE

Teacher, Scientist, what to do you want to become,
When I was a small kid, to me same question had come.

Dreams were many and my ambitions were high,
I didn’t wanted to follow the path, which many people had passed-by.

So I was searching for a career, full of ginnis and fame,
I was only 11, and my age was to play simple game.

Being a member of Gen-X, I can’t be withhold
I was the lord of my life, so as I wish it to be I’ll mould.

Somewhere I heard about Mr. Hefner and his company,
Who was paying his employees astronomical amount of money.

Job was easy and nothing was not at stake,
Just appear on some print media, and there was no chance of mistake.

His employees were celebrities in themselves; they were famous and rich,
They were going in sedan and wearing the clothes which designers will stitch.

Of their whole body they were supposed to take immense care,
After all they were the fittest people who can be found nowhere

Good body and astronomical money, sounded lucrative to me,
From that day, only limos and journalist around me, I could see.

Then I decided to join that stream,
Sacrificed my all chocolates and cream.

In front of mirror, I used to stand, staring at my face,
Every effort I used to do, to get some extra grace.

To reduce my melanin content, and make myself white,
I dropped pears, pulses and all the dark things that came to my sight.

I was running for 2 miles everyday,
And was not missing milk even for a single day.

In my class I was the shortest among everybody,
So I tied a rope, and started stretching my body.

After 24 months I was at zenith of my beauty,
Now I was trying to contact Mr. Hefner to join my duty.

This taxing routine continued for two years,
Something happened after that which broke me to tears.

At the age of 13, I read playboy for the first time,
I was happy and sad, shocked and amazed at the same time.

The magazine I was planning to join was not for me,
It was only for girls, that too beautiful only.

Dreams were shattered, whole planning was gone,
And there was no plan-B ready, to carry-on.

At the time I was planning to cut my success cake,
I realized that it was a Gross mistake, A Gross Mistake