Drum rolls....
Tada!!!
happy happyy 2009!!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Midnight Adventure..
Everyone knows drinking and driving is dangerous. But boys are boys. They love to play with their lives. They want to be in that "cool" thing... Drinking is cool, smoking is cool... even if they know that its a slow poison to death...
So much for the adventure that one ended up loosing his life and the other is battling for his own. One couldn't beat death, and the other is still having a race with death...
Both were in my class.
What is done is done, and what has happened cannot be changed. Its a lesson for all those who drink and drive... I hope they learn this time. I hope they do pay some attention to their friends who out of concern slap them asking them not to drink and drive. Please ppl pay them some heed.
Life is only for once. Its a choice we make in between living and killing ourselves. Decide now and decide for once and for all. This is my message for all my class friends and everyone else who drink and drive, and smoke.
May Harsha's soul rest in peace. And I pray to god for Nitin's speedy recovery. We are all with you.
So much for the adventure that one ended up loosing his life and the other is battling for his own. One couldn't beat death, and the other is still having a race with death...
Both were in my class.
What is done is done, and what has happened cannot be changed. Its a lesson for all those who drink and drive... I hope they learn this time. I hope they do pay some attention to their friends who out of concern slap them asking them not to drink and drive. Please ppl pay them some heed.
Life is only for once. Its a choice we make in between living and killing ourselves. Decide now and decide for once and for all. This is my message for all my class friends and everyone else who drink and drive, and smoke.
May Harsha's soul rest in peace. And I pray to god for Nitin's speedy recovery. We are all with you.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tashan...
The fire to do it, burns bright. I'm in search of it. Its known what is to be done, but is still unknown. It could just be felt. A big urge to go do it. A big urge to break it and win over it. But what is it? Its still unknown.
Do what I want to is the Number 1 on my list. Not to sacrifice it for the sake for something else is the goal. Motive is to achieve complete happiness. Go and just do it. Do every small things that gives me enormous pleasure. No one's stopping. If someone is, I'll just change my path, and still go get it.
This is my "Tashan". To go and just do it. Win my small world over and make everything possible. Be it a big change or small, I'll make the impact felt. The ripples created will shake everything around me. And it sure will be noticed. Noticed by me for sure. For I care for no one else. I live for me. I am dependent on no one but me. I'm a role model for me to improve. The unknown me (model) that is..
But the problem is that the urge to do that something "unknown" is so strong that it ends up frustrating me. So much that I have to refrain myself from breaking a glass or swallow a scream to let the frustration ease out... It is refrained..
The only fire at present is to just go for it... And it burns bright, refusing to douse.
Till then its still being explored, to keep the fire alive..
Do what I want to is the Number 1 on my list. Not to sacrifice it for the sake for something else is the goal. Motive is to achieve complete happiness. Go and just do it. Do every small things that gives me enormous pleasure. No one's stopping. If someone is, I'll just change my path, and still go get it.
This is my "Tashan". To go and just do it. Win my small world over and make everything possible. Be it a big change or small, I'll make the impact felt. The ripples created will shake everything around me. And it sure will be noticed. Noticed by me for sure. For I care for no one else. I live for me. I am dependent on no one but me. I'm a role model for me to improve. The unknown me (model) that is..
But the problem is that the urge to do that something "unknown" is so strong that it ends up frustrating me. So much that I have to refrain myself from breaking a glass or swallow a scream to let the frustration ease out... It is refrained..
The only fire at present is to just go for it... And it burns bright, refusing to douse.
Till then its still being explored, to keep the fire alive..
Limits of "Whatever"! (sequel)
Har har har... Look who's talking!! Talking about feelings... Ditching someone so unceremoniously... Where was the big talk about feelings then? I don't think age 18 is a young age... A pretty mature age enough to understand how you should treat a person. Talking about hurting... Hurting someone so much that the person is still ignorant that he had hurt her so much. So much ignorant that, that person thinks everything will be ok. Yea it will be. Someday or the other it will. But its etched in her heart. What about that?
Is it wrong from my end to feel mad for hurting my friend? I'm not after his piece of ass, but I'm after his peace of mind, cos he spoiled her piece of mind! And had the nerve to spoil mine too! He has some ego, so does she. He should have respected that.
He has his friends to support him, to back him. Doesn't she? What am I to her then? A support. I am not scared to that kinda mild "whatever". I've people to back me too. I'm not alone either.
I've my sword: My words, my writing.
Anyways, a good attempt to try to change. But a mark left is left. Its like a mark left on the stone. Its impossible to erase it, but can be easily shaped into something else. But the mark still remains. I hope this time the change taking place is for real. If the change is real, the stone will be modified in something beautiful. The mark will be hidden.
An apology from heart is what is required. A baby step to start changing things for real, is by not repeating what was done... Love is an emotion to be enjoyed, to be felt. Heart is something beautiful, not to be broken but respected. Ditto for feelings. I respect them.
Once all this is done, I'll bring forth my hand for friendship, trying my best to forget. The peace shall be restored. (I shall try my best :) ) But the fire from my end was to be understood, not misunderstood.
Amen.
Is it wrong from my end to feel mad for hurting my friend? I'm not after his piece of ass, but I'm after his peace of mind, cos he spoiled her piece of mind! And had the nerve to spoil mine too! He has some ego, so does she. He should have respected that.
He has his friends to support him, to back him. Doesn't she? What am I to her then? A support. I am not scared to that kinda mild "whatever". I've people to back me too. I'm not alone either.
I've my sword: My words, my writing.
Anyways, a good attempt to try to change. But a mark left is left. Its like a mark left on the stone. Its impossible to erase it, but can be easily shaped into something else. But the mark still remains. I hope this time the change taking place is for real. If the change is real, the stone will be modified in something beautiful. The mark will be hidden.
An apology from heart is what is required. A baby step to start changing things for real, is by not repeating what was done... Love is an emotion to be enjoyed, to be felt. Heart is something beautiful, not to be broken but respected. Ditto for feelings. I respect them.
Once all this is done, I'll bring forth my hand for friendship, trying my best to forget. The peace shall be restored. (I shall try my best :) ) But the fire from my end was to be understood, not misunderstood.
Amen.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Lets See...
LD externals tomorrow... Feeling so so sleepy that I thought I'll note some things to drive the sleep away... So Lets see... (There's no particular "Number 1" in my list though.. ;) )
- Marry a chef of a famous 5 stared hotel!! (If he's qualified in something else, will be great too!! If Akshay Kumar kinda body and face then awesome!!)
- Own a sleek black coloured luxury car, the one whose top can be opened...
- Get into some crime branch, using my whatever learned CS skills
- Try and be like Susan Fletcher (Digital Fortress : A great decoder!!)
- Get married on a beach, wearing a lovely flowing white gown
- Try wearing heels and walk in them, and wear typical girl jewelries
- Try being in salwar for one whole week ;)
- Learn to cook great food without referring the cook book (but if 1. is satisfied, why bother?)
- Stand on a busy highway when the weather is all cloudy and just be able to stare at the road.
- Enjoy a walk in the rain
- Jump in the poodles on the road (aftermath effect of the rains)
- Own a latest bose system, and gift one to papa too.
- Learn to drive a car, and go for a loong drive, first all alone on an empty highway (early morns), then with parents... on a sexy cloudy weather again..
- Learn how to grow nails and shape them.
- Learn salsa
- Learn how to play a guitar, violin and a piano. And play Sajni on guitar after I learn how to play it.
- Meet Mr. A P J Kalam! Somehow! Anyhow!
- Sleep in the garden of my own house, staring at the starts with my "woh" :D
- Walk on beach everyday... (doggie ya fir "woh" bhi chalega)
- Own a garden of roses
- Have one Labrador, black colored.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Limits of "whatever!"
I was going through this guy's blog.. He writes and writes. A good attempt. I say "attempt" cos he is not natural in that blog. He's not writing for himself. In brief "Show Off" is what I can say about it. Its maybe a biased view. But that's what I felt.
He beeping respects girls he says! My foot he does! He's the biggest beeping lier! My best friend has been his beeping victim of his ditching business...
As I said, must be a biased view, cos of what he did to my friend, and how he treats her... I should shut up and sit. I couldn't help vomit this out! Feels better now!! :) (Its best to take it out of my system rather than keeping it in, when exams are around the corner!!)
He beeping respects girls he says! My foot he does! He's the biggest beeping lier! My best friend has been his beeping victim of his ditching business...
As I said, must be a biased view, cos of what he did to my friend, and how he treats her... I should shut up and sit. I couldn't help vomit this out! Feels better now!! :) (Its best to take it out of my system rather than keeping it in, when exams are around the corner!!)
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Crazy Moments
I was just lying down, eyes closed, trying to catch some sleep when suddenly some images started flooding my mind. It was as if a movie reel was being projected on the retina of my eyes. I could see the pages of my diary, a face with that huge smile, a hug before the exam, some sweet talks, a crazy painting, I could remember some moments like those.. those crazy moments...
I couldn't help but think how those crazy moments were the most important thing then at one point or phase of my life, how it meant everything to me... Days go by, things start changing. People change, I change, environment changes. Even tomorrow is a new day, even that changes, waiting for no one. And suddenly that thing of importance becomes something of smaller importance. Something which would be fine even if it is missed. Drastic change.
I'm talking about those big events I noted in my diary: happy, sad, disturbing... all emotions. That one place, some friends, who became my life for that moment, that nothing else mattered.. Those crazy moments.
I cant even regret those moments, cos those moments were something I wanted then, something which meant the world to me. It was a part of me evolving then.
It makes me wonder should I take some moment that seriously as I took then, cos anyways after some phase of time, it will be some distant memory. Like that some problem which was a burden then, wasted so many tears on it.. That moment seems like that now, cos I can see how small it was. Its maybe I'm far stronger than then me. Or maybe I faced it so many times that I've become immune to it. This is the best thing about humans, they adopt to changes, challenges, name anything.. faster than any being on earth. They adopt and become even more stronger.
Or maybe the best solution I agree to at present is what people have said over and again: (in my words)
Enjoy every light moment, laugh heartily when you feel the tickle. Live in that moment and treasure it. And in those dark times.. Be patient, it will pass.. Best is to be clear minded then and not think negatively. Instead of running away from it, turn around and face the storm. Fight back and not hide. You'll be bruised and battered emotionally, but in the end, you will become even more stronger than what you were yesterday. you will become more immune to the darkness and have the capacity to enjoy the light ones even more..
One drop of that crazy moment changes the whole perspective.. After every evolution that is..
That's life...
A sweet mystery.
I couldn't help but think how those crazy moments were the most important thing then at one point or phase of my life, how it meant everything to me... Days go by, things start changing. People change, I change, environment changes. Even tomorrow is a new day, even that changes, waiting for no one. And suddenly that thing of importance becomes something of smaller importance. Something which would be fine even if it is missed. Drastic change.
I'm talking about those big events I noted in my diary: happy, sad, disturbing... all emotions. That one place, some friends, who became my life for that moment, that nothing else mattered.. Those crazy moments.
I cant even regret those moments, cos those moments were something I wanted then, something which meant the world to me. It was a part of me evolving then.
It makes me wonder should I take some moment that seriously as I took then, cos anyways after some phase of time, it will be some distant memory. Like that some problem which was a burden then, wasted so many tears on it.. That moment seems like that now, cos I can see how small it was. Its maybe I'm far stronger than then me. Or maybe I faced it so many times that I've become immune to it. This is the best thing about humans, they adopt to changes, challenges, name anything.. faster than any being on earth. They adopt and become even more stronger.
Or maybe the best solution I agree to at present is what people have said over and again: (in my words)
Enjoy every light moment, laugh heartily when you feel the tickle. Live in that moment and treasure it. And in those dark times.. Be patient, it will pass.. Best is to be clear minded then and not think negatively. Instead of running away from it, turn around and face the storm. Fight back and not hide. You'll be bruised and battered emotionally, but in the end, you will become even more stronger than what you were yesterday. you will become more immune to the darkness and have the capacity to enjoy the light ones even more..
One drop of that crazy moment changes the whole perspective.. After every evolution that is..
That's life...
A sweet mystery.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Pointless...
What am I blogging?? There was a time when I had so many things to talk about. Now nothing. Not even one philosophical thought! All I type is some whatever!!!
Hello??? Where are you??
Hello??? Where are you??
Friday, December 5, 2008
*Sigh*
Do I see something from this window of my world?? Yea I do...
I see a clear blue sky with those white clouds splashed here and there... I lower my gaze, I see the wind blowing softly through the leaves of the trees. I see them dancing in pleasure. I bring my face forward towards that invisible hand and feel it run its hand through my damp hair. That is refreshing!
I hear some noise... I look up again and guess what I see? I see group of white migratory birds flying in V shape. Perfect V. Brings a smile on my face...
Where am I? I'm in a park, sitting on a bench. My favorite spot there, my bench surrounded by trees and few wild flowers fallen around the bench. My place. And I'm there, in the comfort. Gazing lovingly at those trees... Then I hear a playful yelping. When I see down I cant help smiling. Its so cute. Its brown with those dark brown flappy ears and big black liquidy eyes... Its standing in front of me wagging its tail, I cant resist and I get up and move towards it. It moves behind, I call it near me... Its cautious and scared... But so so cute!! I move back to my bench. I cross my legs and put my face in my cupped hands and watch it go play with other puppies... There's a lost smile on my face...
Slowly the sky become light grey, and a colder and stronger breeze starts blowing... I feel chilly. I pull my sweater closer to me. Everything around me looks so beautiful. I start getting lost in her. She has created such a beauty in front of me, how can I resist it?
I feel those tiny drops of the drizzle fall on my cheeks and hear the music of the trees. I look up smiling to myself and enjoy the light rain... It comes and goes.. a tickling rain making me giggle like a kid laughing in pleasure, touching me but still letting me be dry...
Everything is just so perfect when I feel a hand touch mine, trying to bring me back to the present priority, asking me stop getting distracted. I look up to that person. I look around the ignored part around me on my bench: My math book and my scattered sheets on the grass with those tiny drops of rain on them. I sigh and get up, picking up my scattered sheets, to waste another beautiful day in solving some stupid sums, preparing for my another stupid exams...
I look up to her again and then I force myself to look down in my sheets again, and start solving another problem...
Life...
*siiiiiiigggh!*
I see a clear blue sky with those white clouds splashed here and there... I lower my gaze, I see the wind blowing softly through the leaves of the trees. I see them dancing in pleasure. I bring my face forward towards that invisible hand and feel it run its hand through my damp hair. That is refreshing!
I hear some noise... I look up again and guess what I see? I see group of white migratory birds flying in V shape. Perfect V. Brings a smile on my face...
Where am I? I'm in a park, sitting on a bench. My favorite spot there, my bench surrounded by trees and few wild flowers fallen around the bench. My place. And I'm there, in the comfort. Gazing lovingly at those trees... Then I hear a playful yelping. When I see down I cant help smiling. Its so cute. Its brown with those dark brown flappy ears and big black liquidy eyes... Its standing in front of me wagging its tail, I cant resist and I get up and move towards it. It moves behind, I call it near me... Its cautious and scared... But so so cute!! I move back to my bench. I cross my legs and put my face in my cupped hands and watch it go play with other puppies... There's a lost smile on my face...
Slowly the sky become light grey, and a colder and stronger breeze starts blowing... I feel chilly. I pull my sweater closer to me. Everything around me looks so beautiful. I start getting lost in her. She has created such a beauty in front of me, how can I resist it?
I feel those tiny drops of the drizzle fall on my cheeks and hear the music of the trees. I look up smiling to myself and enjoy the light rain... It comes and goes.. a tickling rain making me giggle like a kid laughing in pleasure, touching me but still letting me be dry...
Everything is just so perfect when I feel a hand touch mine, trying to bring me back to the present priority, asking me stop getting distracted. I look up to that person. I look around the ignored part around me on my bench: My math book and my scattered sheets on the grass with those tiny drops of rain on them. I sigh and get up, picking up my scattered sheets, to waste another beautiful day in solving some stupid sums, preparing for my another stupid exams...
I look up to her again and then I force myself to look down in my sheets again, and start solving another problem...
Life...
*siiiiiiigggh!*
Shutup and Bounce..
Sounds similar to that song.. but then Mr. Brain, you really do need to shut ur crap and bounce (not meaning that bounce). Force that second thoughts out of my system and just do it. There's a brand new day coming up tomorrow and a beautiful life to live. There's so much to do and so little time. Do you realize that?
I believe in you and in your power. You can beat anyone. Anyone you want to. All you have to do is shut your crap and bounce.. Its not that tough is it? It takes time but then you cant take the whole of my life to get over your issues! Its precious...
You show me those dreams. Why do I have to keep running in the dark in them? Why am I scared of something unknown? You have brought down my standards! I'm scared of unknown in my dreams, cos of you! Why made me so weak? What was I and what am I now? I cant answer those questions when a friend asks me "where did you leave yourself? Whats the difference between Blore and Pune?"
Its nothing with the place but the atmosphere. All an illusion. Created by you dude. Dont take my life from me!
Enough of cribbing and sniffing.A full stop to it.
Its high time you shut all your crap and bounce! Starting from now.
I believe in you and in your power. You can beat anyone. Anyone you want to. All you have to do is shut your crap and bounce.. Its not that tough is it? It takes time but then you cant take the whole of my life to get over your issues! Its precious...
You show me those dreams. Why do I have to keep running in the dark in them? Why am I scared of something unknown? You have brought down my standards! I'm scared of unknown in my dreams, cos of you! Why made me so weak? What was I and what am I now? I cant answer those questions when a friend asks me "where did you leave yourself? Whats the difference between Blore and Pune?"
Its nothing with the place but the atmosphere. All an illusion. Created by you dude. Dont take my life from me!
Enough of cribbing and sniffing.A full stop to it.
Its high time you shut all your crap and bounce! Starting from now.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Delimma
Why cant I have both things at a time?? Why choose this or that? What if I want the mixture of both the things? Or what if I want both the things?
I hate myself for having a heart when it comes to this situation! I hate having emotions in me. Those stupid hormones! I hate being a human! Everything is so complicated, with a simple solution : CHOOSE!
Animals get both this and that and they bloody dont even have to think!! They are better off!
I hate myself for having a heart when it comes to this situation! I hate having emotions in me. Those stupid hormones! I hate being a human! Everything is so complicated, with a simple solution : CHOOSE!
Animals get both this and that and they bloody dont even have to think!! They are better off!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
What the FISH!!
Beep beep beep... Fish is censored. But really what the beep beep!!
This is so frustrating!! People can be really such beeping asses sometimes! Strange!! Really! One moment they want this from you and the other moment that!
There are some people who take great pleasure in being rudely frank and whatever beeping bullshit and when I give them a dose of their own medicine they beeping go mad!
I could put this thing in one small sentence to a person today (mood was beeping bad!): Its easy to say something but really difficult to hear the same thing back from someone else...
I mean really! I learnt my lesson! I was always right! I am my own best friend! Say one yes to some people and they start taking you for granted! They even take the affection for granted! So much that they end up hurting me.
Then starts the tit for tat from my end. But little do they realize that I hurt myself even more when I break their hearts.
Whatever the beep!
Really? Is it so complicated???
Fish!
This is so frustrating!! People can be really such beeping asses sometimes! Strange!! Really! One moment they want this from you and the other moment that!
There are some people who take great pleasure in being rudely frank and whatever beeping bullshit and when I give them a dose of their own medicine they beeping go mad!
I could put this thing in one small sentence to a person today (mood was beeping bad!): Its easy to say something but really difficult to hear the same thing back from someone else...
I mean really! I learnt my lesson! I was always right! I am my own best friend! Say one yes to some people and they start taking you for granted! They even take the affection for granted! So much that they end up hurting me.
Then starts the tit for tat from my end. But little do they realize that I hurt myself even more when I break their hearts.
Whatever the beep!
Really? Is it so complicated???
Fish!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Existence
Tired of wondering "Why?" and never getting the answers. Are all the answers in me?? I couldn't find some answers in me, nor in anyone else. What? Is it left to some fucking "unknown"?
It gets so exhausting trying my best searching for the answers, and never getting it. I'm not dependent on that "unknown"! No, not me! I've to do it myself! Let that unknown sit and burn his ass looking below and go... "hmmmm, that's how she deals with it"
To hell with it! What is the purpose??? What? I'm here for?? I do this, and in the end I get??
Pleasure yea. But only after I do this and that what I like. But what am I here for?
Sometimes I feel like I should be like those dumb people, who don't give a damn to this. Living for the sake of living. Living for the sake of eating. Enjoy, laugh and leave a print of this memory.
But thinking otherwise makes me different! I'll leave a print in a different way. I'm here for that? What for I'm here?
Ever since I had thought about this... I get no answers! Its getting on my nerves! Why do I exist. Yea... one part is true I'm here just cos of some biological thing and all.. blah blah.. And then the same question.
But today, I reached at one point. An unfinished answer. But it calmed me down for the moment.
I'm here cos I was meant to be here. To see this beauty called life. To taste this bitter and sweet symphony and make the best of it. And enjoy it my way. Its something precious... A timed gift.
And it still ends with "Why??" Waiting for a better satisfying answer.
It gets so exhausting trying my best searching for the answers, and never getting it. I'm not dependent on that "unknown"! No, not me! I've to do it myself! Let that unknown sit and burn his ass looking below and go... "hmmmm, that's how she deals with it"
To hell with it! What is the purpose??? What? I'm here for?? I do this, and in the end I get??
Pleasure yea. But only after I do this and that what I like. But what am I here for?
Sometimes I feel like I should be like those dumb people, who don't give a damn to this. Living for the sake of living. Living for the sake of eating. Enjoy, laugh and leave a print of this memory.
But thinking otherwise makes me different! I'll leave a print in a different way. I'm here for that? What for I'm here?
Ever since I had thought about this... I get no answers! Its getting on my nerves! Why do I exist. Yea... one part is true I'm here just cos of some biological thing and all.. blah blah.. And then the same question.
But today, I reached at one point. An unfinished answer. But it calmed me down for the moment.
I'm here cos I was meant to be here. To see this beauty called life. To taste this bitter and sweet symphony and make the best of it. And enjoy it my way. Its something precious... A timed gift.
And it still ends with "Why??" Waiting for a better satisfying answer.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Not Mine..
The two poems posted are not mine. I liked it so I blogged it down here. Its by one of my very very very good friend, who has an attitude problem of not posting it in his blog. Thinks its bad...
Did u feel its bad or sad?
Abe oye, baad me gaaliya mat dena!
Sorry bhi nai bolungi.
Did u feel its bad or sad?
Abe oye, baad me gaaliya mat dena!
Sorry bhi nai bolungi.
byronian heroes (Title wasnt given to me )
Of rosy air and childish chime
Life was a pleasant dream
Between the threads of me and life
You were the seam
But in my grave heart there now gargle
The heavy air with tears and battling noise
You don't remain with me nor does exist
Of my love, the poise.
Nor does remain the chanting nights
Nor do remain the pleasant fights
Remain they now only in the grave
Where they at niht become satanic toys!
Life was a pleasant dream
Between the threads of me and life
You were the seam
But in my grave heart there now gargle
The heavy air with tears and battling noise
You don't remain with me nor does exist
Of my love, the poise.
Nor does remain the chanting nights
Nor do remain the pleasant fights
Remain they now only in the grave
Where they at niht become satanic toys!
Let Earth Remain A Beautiful Planet
Deep Oceans, High Mountains
Thorny Shrubs, Rising fountains
All are atracted by its catchy net
Let Earth remain a beautiful Planet
Salty Seas, Greenish Trees
Mango, Papaya, oh! where would you find all these
Yet all are found till this date
Let earth remain a beautiful planet
Ozone Gas, Doesn't let pass
UV rays, which harm us many ways
What doesn't let go this all into man's gullet!
Let earth remain a beautiful planet
Green forests and beautiful wildlife
Are now changing into an extinct life
We are today alive because of this great planet
Let earth remain a beautiful planet
Plastic bags, lead full petrol
Where manis going, leaving his role!
Oh! Stop all this, leave this finet!
Let earth remain a beautiful planet
Yes, we have improved, I agree with pleasure
But smoke and pollution are out of measure
To pass this vote, I don't need a ballot
Let earth remain a beautiful planet
Following our ancestors' lives and lines
I also support this view of mine
Oh friends! Please help me with your good sign
To participate with me and make earth fine.
Man oh! Man, listen to her call
Listen to it and don't act like a stubborn wall!
Please help protect this beautiful planet
Let earth remain a beautiful planet
Just a little wastage, you would not mind,
But this is destruction, will major place find
On this today, I would like you to tell
To wake up man , please ring the bell
When he is awaken, give him little pain!
And then read out to him, his bad deeds in chain
Ask him whether he would like to change
Or else nature shall on him, take its revenge
Man only can make reforms,
Change this world of losing charms
One of them is Mr, Rajshekhar Vyas
Thus he is doing a work of class
When peaceful work shall come into existence
And trees will sing the song of assitance
Then we all can say proudly that
Earth has become a beautiful planet
Sunday, October 5, 2008
This is Sweet!!
Nothing is as much fun as that! Having a blast with papa that is :)
source:GoComics
PS:Click on the pic for better veiw
Friday, October 3, 2008
A pull
Sitting in the canteen by the window, we saw the weather change from sunny weather into a beautiful pleasant weather. The clouds started graying slowly, and the breeze became stronger. We decided to shift our asses in the basketball court. The ultimate place in my college to enjoy such weather and that breeze...
I was quiet bubbly... but the weather was so so so so seductive.. I just got pulled to it... I became so quiet. So so quiet, that one of my friend asked me "why so quiet suddenly?"
I had no answer to it, cos I was surprised with myself. The weather was amazing... (And that baby tantrums of mine to have dahi puri suddenly! But cudnt have it cos I had only 4 Rs.. Short of 6 Rs for a dahi puri)
Then it started drizzling... Usually it makes me very very happy.... but mid sem fears, dont wanna get sick! And that resulting in my "mummie" give me some mummie talk and call me a bigger mummie. :)
Then came the walk towards the bus stop... Passing that lane itself made me so happy! My college never looked so sexier! All green and lovely.. And the flowers just looked amazing! Nature pulls me towards her like no one else!
Then came the bus ride... I was still quiet. I wanted to sit alone, by the window... The breeze was lovely! I mean I just enjoyed it. And then suddenly when the bus is moving towards my home, I smile. No reason. But a smile. There was no thought in my mind. It was all clear and calm. And along with that was that smile.
Bangalore never looked so beautiful. I am a Banglorian now. :)
At last.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
And I learnt...
That its ok to have nothing to talk at all, and to just be in each others company...
That its ok to want to be alone sometimes, its ok not to laugh every time. Not laughing every minute doesn't mean that I'm sad. And even if I am, its ok. Better get over with the frustration than keep it in... Go ahead and blast that person (who understands u well :))... Take out all the frustration... Or its ok to shead some tears and get done with it... (makes you feel lighter :)) Or (a happier solution) get lost in someone's words, who'll not know what's bothering you, but will make you forget it.
Record yourself, take a vedio of yourself when you're in a conversation. You'll get to know your flaws well... You'll know your expressions, your tone, your body language... Best critic for you is yourself. You wont be lying to yourself there. Observe and learn and change. Helps you grow into a better person.
That its ok not to know something at a moment, and its ok to be ignorant and ask "what is it?", "Why?", "How?". Its never late to learn anything.
That its never late to try again, or try something for the first time.
Its never late to learn how to laugh. Its never late for anything.
That its ok if you're what you're. Point is to make a happier world for yourself and be happy with yourself.
That its ok to want to be alone sometimes, its ok not to laugh every time. Not laughing every minute doesn't mean that I'm sad. And even if I am, its ok. Better get over with the frustration than keep it in... Go ahead and blast that person (who understands u well :))... Take out all the frustration... Or its ok to shead some tears and get done with it... (makes you feel lighter :)) Or (a happier solution) get lost in someone's words, who'll not know what's bothering you, but will make you forget it.
Record yourself, take a vedio of yourself when you're in a conversation. You'll get to know your flaws well... You'll know your expressions, your tone, your body language... Best critic for you is yourself. You wont be lying to yourself there. Observe and learn and change. Helps you grow into a better person.
That its ok not to know something at a moment, and its ok to be ignorant and ask "what is it?", "Why?", "How?". Its never late to learn anything.
That its never late to try again, or try something for the first time.
Its never late to learn how to laugh. Its never late for anything.
That its ok if you're what you're. Point is to make a happier world for yourself and be happy with yourself.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
On Enthu
Learning is a never ending process. Be it from an ant or from some overgrown kiddos..
Saw an enthu in those two overgrown "kiddos".. It was so strong in them that I couldn't help smiling at them. Couldn't help being happy by their simple determination. Determination to just go and get it. Determination to just have it. And try till they get it. They could think of nothing else but that at that moment.
Even if it meant loosing some friends in bus, I couldn't help thinking that there should be no luck playing any part here (its not in the script of this story called life), but their simple desire to be fulfilled.
It brought back some flushed memories in me... Something that was there, all the time, but forgotten at this moment.
A tribute to those bacchas :)
Just a feeling of this could get back some lost thing back again. :)
Saw an enthu in those two overgrown "kiddos".. It was so strong in them that I couldn't help smiling at them. Couldn't help being happy by their simple determination. Determination to just go and get it. Determination to just have it. And try till they get it. They could think of nothing else but that at that moment.
Even if it meant loosing some friends in bus, I couldn't help thinking that there should be no luck playing any part here (its not in the script of this story called life), but their simple desire to be fulfilled.
It brought back some flushed memories in me... Something that was there, all the time, but forgotten at this moment.
A tribute to those bacchas :)
Just a feeling of this could get back some lost thing back again. :)
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My World
Sometimes the urge to cut off from the world is so so huge, that I cannot control my eyes shutting everything out. And then there... I see a new world... A world of my own. Me is the creator of that world.. I can do whatever I want to then. Make it look so perfect that anyone in it will never dream of coming out of it.
I can change the outside (real world's) sunny weather to a sexy cloudy weather (in my world). I can go zoooooom from Blore to any other place in this world. I can bring any person I long to meet. I can talk endlessly to that person without bothering about any other duty at that present. Because I've paused the time, but the moment goes on. Its like the wind blows but the leaves refuse to fall.
I can make it so perfect. I can make flowers grow on a barren land and make it snow where it never ever had snowed. I can remove all the "viruses" (read:politicians) and make the air all healthy... I can do so many things! Heck I really can!
But hey!! get real dudet! Embrace the real world!
I can change the outside (real world's) sunny weather to a sexy cloudy weather (in my world). I can go zoooooom from Blore to any other place in this world. I can bring any person I long to meet. I can talk endlessly to that person without bothering about any other duty at that present. Because I've paused the time, but the moment goes on. Its like the wind blows but the leaves refuse to fall.
I can make it so perfect. I can make flowers grow on a barren land and make it snow where it never ever had snowed. I can remove all the "viruses" (read:politicians) and make the air all healthy... I can do so many things! Heck I really can!
But hey!! get real dudet! Embrace the real world!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Lets Talk..
Its been a long long time. We've been avoiding each other. Avoiding a talk which should have been long done. Talk about how we've become.
The problem is known and the solution is found, but when will be the time to implement it? Its not procrastination that's going on, but ur sheer laziness to do it. The enthu is alive but when it comes to lighting the fire, the fire itself is not there..
Its not that its totally dead. Its still there, cheerful but dim. The glow is seductive when dealing with something new. It pulls you, and u get attracted to it, just like an iron to a magnet. Then suddenly its gone.
Its just like a dry forest, suddenly catches a fire. The change. It maybe starts with a small grass and then it spreads. Every tree gets seduced and they are in the heart of fire. The fire glows, and everything around is hot and bright. But then, it suddenly douses. The fire is gone. Maybe because of a rain, or maybe there was no tree to seduce. Or maybe he decided to leave it halfway, in search of another forest... When something as interesting as the other one is right there, left unfinished. Like an unfinished melody.
So honey, till when will you run? When will u turn around and face the heat?
Get exposed and just do it!
The problem is known and the solution is found, but when will be the time to implement it? Its not procrastination that's going on, but ur sheer laziness to do it. The enthu is alive but when it comes to lighting the fire, the fire itself is not there..
Its not that its totally dead. Its still there, cheerful but dim. The glow is seductive when dealing with something new. It pulls you, and u get attracted to it, just like an iron to a magnet. Then suddenly its gone.
Its just like a dry forest, suddenly catches a fire. The change. It maybe starts with a small grass and then it spreads. Every tree gets seduced and they are in the heart of fire. The fire glows, and everything around is hot and bright. But then, it suddenly douses. The fire is gone. Maybe because of a rain, or maybe there was no tree to seduce. Or maybe he decided to leave it halfway, in search of another forest... When something as interesting as the other one is right there, left unfinished. Like an unfinished melody.
So honey, till when will you run? When will u turn around and face the heat?
Get exposed and just do it!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Indian Speaking...
Though hum todhe corrupt hai par fir bhi hindustani hai... Table ke neeche se le kar steering wheel ke neeche tak ghoos to lete hai, par fir bhi hindustani hi hai. Arjun Singh jaise kamine hai is desh mein par A P J jaise genius bhi hai... Yeh bhi hai, par uske saath woh bhi hai.. sab hai, aur alag bhi hai.. isiliye to hum hindustani kehelate hai..
Woh choti choti galliya wid those cute chocolate skinned kiddos running around bare feet, with that lovely smile and that sparkle in their eyes... Bacche hai workers ke.. par pyare pyare lagte hai.. kyo? Kyoki unki parents unhe har baat par tokte nai hai "Waha maat kehlo! gande ho jaoge" and all... hai aaise videsh mein?
Festival aaye to wow! Sab rang birangi, wid those yummy sweets... shaadi ho toh 4-5 ghante ki wid full colours... India in all its splendor... Meet all the colours, exitement, happiness and pure joy... India celebrates! With her I celebrate!
Just couldnt stop feeling so great bout her when I was looking out of the window of my bus, staring at the street.. colourful ganesha mandals and all.. beautiful decorations... lovely! With those little one's giggles... Made me see her in a diffrnt way and forget the baddies for once...
Rock on India!
Woh choti choti galliya wid those cute chocolate skinned kiddos running around bare feet, with that lovely smile and that sparkle in their eyes... Bacche hai workers ke.. par pyare pyare lagte hai.. kyo? Kyoki unki parents unhe har baat par tokte nai hai "Waha maat kehlo! gande ho jaoge" and all... hai aaise videsh mein?
Festival aaye to wow! Sab rang birangi, wid those yummy sweets... shaadi ho toh 4-5 ghante ki wid full colours... India in all its splendor... Meet all the colours, exitement, happiness and pure joy... India celebrates! With her I celebrate!
Just couldnt stop feeling so great bout her when I was looking out of the window of my bus, staring at the street.. colourful ganesha mandals and all.. beautiful decorations... lovely! With those little one's giggles... Made me see her in a diffrnt way and forget the baddies for once...
Rock on India!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Breaking Free
Its suffocating me; the plastic wall I created around myself. Its like you want to get out of it, but there is something that is stopping you. You ain't scared, but still there's something thats pulling you back. Its as if you doubt your own capability. Its that something that makes you doubt that.
Its time to take some action and kick uncertainty's butt!
Its high time that the plastic is torn away, and dumped in a dustbin. Its high time to be free of inhibitions filled in the wall and break free. To break all the chains of uncertainty thats binding me inside that wall. High time to give a chance to do something new, something out of routine. Its high time to taste life in a different flavour.
High time to start believing in myself.
High time to break free.
Its time to take some action and kick uncertainty's butt!
Its high time that the plastic is torn away, and dumped in a dustbin. Its high time to be free of inhibitions filled in the wall and break free. To break all the chains of uncertainty thats binding me inside that wall. High time to give a chance to do something new, something out of routine. Its high time to taste life in a different flavour.
High time to start believing in myself.
High time to break free.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Damn Best Thing...
The other day when I was walking with my parents in the evening (if 7:30pm is defined as evening), I saw a little kiddo, of maybe about 3-4 year old, dressed in a red tee shirt and shorts. He was walking behind his parents, playing with himself.
Suddenly he slipped and fell down. He fell down real hard. I thought he would cry then.
But then the best thing was:He didn't cry. He just got up. He was there; again on his feet and playing like he was before.
Most of us-grown ups, when we fall down in a pool of kichad, we are still there in that. We sit there and cry. We forget to get up and walk again. Forget to try all over again. We forget that this is not the end. There's still more to come, still more to fall, and still more to learn. That (learning) is only possible when we get up and walk again.
Suddenly he slipped and fell down. He fell down real hard. I thought he would cry then.
But then the best thing was:He didn't cry. He just got up. He was there; again on his feet and playing like he was before.
Most of us-grown ups, when we fall down in a pool of kichad, we are still there in that. We sit there and cry. We forget to get up and walk again. Forget to try all over again. We forget that this is not the end. There's still more to come, still more to fall, and still more to learn. That (learning) is only possible when we get up and walk again.
:)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Power of Touch...
Touch can heal anything. Can heal you off ur pain, or that unknown thing thats scaring you, or just hurt, or whatever uncertainty you're feeling . Nothing can beat mummy's touch.
Nothing could make me feel better, but when I was watching a movie with her, I don't know what came up to me, I just went across her and slept on her lap. I kept my head on her lap and spread across the sofa. Her hands came down, one on my head, other on my back. An instinct I guess.
And at that moment, everything was forgotten. All I could see was a clear blue sky.
Nothing could make me feel better, but when I was watching a movie with her, I don't know what came up to me, I just went across her and slept on her lap. I kept my head on her lap and spread across the sofa. Her hands came down, one on my head, other on my back. An instinct I guess.
And at that moment, everything was forgotten. All I could see was a clear blue sky.
Preserving a Memory
Today:16 August, 2008
10:56AM
A sweet gift my sis got for me when coming back home!! Thanks a tonne!! I should have taken the pic yesterday.. its kinda wilting! :(
I just loved them... Roses..
kept it in a glass.. couldn't find a vase.. rather was tooo lazy to find one! But its pretty!
10:56AM
A sweet gift my sis got for me when coming back home!! Thanks a tonne!! I should have taken the pic yesterday.. its kinda wilting! :(
I just loved them... Roses..
kept it in a glass.. couldn't find a vase.. rather was tooo lazy to find one! But its pretty!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Independent India.. (oh pls!)
Right. Happy Independence day... 61 years of total independence they say.. GREAT!!
Suddenly I see so much of patriotism around. It reminded some of them bout it at least...
But independence? Are we really independent here today???
I agreed with my sister over this matter...
"Yea, India is independent. But the independence is only for the SC and ST's of India. We are still struggling for our independence. The 'open casts'."
Bloody 61 years, and we still live in this stupid cast system. What is that Singh's problem?
Oh yea... Welcome home Akka!! I needed some good company too!! ;)
Suddenly I see so much of patriotism around. It reminded some of them bout it at least...
But independence? Are we really independent here today???
I agreed with my sister over this matter...
"Yea, India is independent. But the independence is only for the SC and ST's of India. We are still struggling for our independence. The 'open casts'."
Bloody 61 years, and we still live in this stupid cast system. What is that Singh's problem?
Oh yea... Welcome home Akka!! I needed some good company too!! ;)
Friday, August 8, 2008
Immobilized
It actually has no face. Even if it has one, its like a face in the dark, a face you cannot recognize. Its hidden in the shadows...
Even though it has no direct relation with you, it still creates some kind of mini storm in your heart, and gives a new kind of vague feeling, which is definitely not enjoyed by anyone. Gives a feeling of fear, a feeling of being followed by that unknown face in the dark.
As if you've done trying fighting with it anymore. The more you fight the stronger it becomes, as if it takes energy from the fear we feel.
Its a dark lane. Its all empty. You are walking alone on that lane. Suddenly you are gripped with some fear. The pace fastens, heart thumps unevenly. The face nears you.
You start running far far away from that face, glancing back to see if you've got rid of it. Face is covered with sweat. The suit is getting drenched. Everything is starting to become uneven... Its so real that you hope its unreal.
Then you wake up. Its a bad dream. But felt so many times. Its not unreal...
Its something which we have to deal with. Almost every time. At least I do. Fight it and win over it. "It" can't be right. I've to be right. My decisions are right. I cant let it rule me.
Does "it" have a name?
Yes it does..
And "it" is named as??
"It" is uncertainty.
Even though it has no direct relation with you, it still creates some kind of mini storm in your heart, and gives a new kind of vague feeling, which is definitely not enjoyed by anyone. Gives a feeling of fear, a feeling of being followed by that unknown face in the dark.
As if you've done trying fighting with it anymore. The more you fight the stronger it becomes, as if it takes energy from the fear we feel.
Its a dark lane. Its all empty. You are walking alone on that lane. Suddenly you are gripped with some fear. The pace fastens, heart thumps unevenly. The face nears you.
You start running far far away from that face, glancing back to see if you've got rid of it. Face is covered with sweat. The suit is getting drenched. Everything is starting to become uneven... Its so real that you hope its unreal.
Then you wake up. Its a bad dream. But felt so many times. Its not unreal...
Its something which we have to deal with. Almost every time. At least I do. Fight it and win over it. "It" can't be right. I've to be right. My decisions are right. I cant let it rule me.
Does "it" have a name?
Yes it does..
And "it" is named as??
"It" is uncertainty.
This is BAD!!!
I got to know it from my bro....
One more kind of garfield strips has released (in Feb 2008)!! Named Garfield Minus Garfield! Whaat!!! Oh please!! Thats really bad! Theres no life to the strips without Garfield!! John's life as shown in those strip will be similar to Garfield Lover's life as well!!
Garfield rocks!! Shoot Garfield Minus Garfield!
How did u get to know bout it bro?
One more kind of garfield strips has released (in Feb 2008)!! Named Garfield Minus Garfield! Whaat!!! Oh please!! Thats really bad! Theres no life to the strips without Garfield!! John's life as shown in those strip will be similar to Garfield Lover's life as well!!
Garfield rocks!! Shoot Garfield Minus Garfield!
How did u get to know bout it bro?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Party...
he night life in Bangalore really rocks!! Even if the dance pubs are supposed to close down by 11:30Pm something, it still does rock!! Poor Banglorian party animals have to find refuge in some other places in Karnataka. The night is quite, no music blaring... The road is empty. But still it rocks and still there's a party out there!
I'll explain.
Anyone is invited.The Party takes place every night.
Venu: Koi bhi gali.
The party starts by 12:00Am. When people put off their lights (common one's like me), dogs put up theirs! Yea... the party is hosted by the stray kutte party of Bangalore! Man it does rock! They bark and bark and bark! They bark for god known reason... It so rocks that other gali ke kutte too start barking with them. And the volume of "music" goes way beyond maybe 50Db (At night!)...
They keep me on my toes too! I was missing the party so much that I started pacing the rooms at night! Closing the windows didn't help.
In mid, came the barking crackers. Meaning, groups of dogs starting barking randomly, there was so much of commotion that it sounded like some crackers were being burst! Kutta logo ke pass bhi crackers hai!! wah re wah! They did party hard... And boozed heavily! I could make it out cos one bewda started howling suddenly and other bewdas followed the suit. It seems they found it cool! Man, the howling was so so spooky(for me!!) that it reminded me of horror moive ghosts!
I felt sooo left out that I couldn't bear their "happy" howlings. I had to plug into my walkman and play my own music (which I could understand). I had to make the volume blaring cos, the kutta party was too much for me! It drove me into tears! *snif snif!*
It was around 2Am that it was suddenly so calm! I mean the kutta party was over! Maybe some "police" (Read: A normal person like me) must have kicked them out of the "streets".
I smiled. I could unplug from that music and finally get some sleep. I could open the windows to let the fresh breeze come in.
What on earth are those muncipal ppl doing??? The number of stray dogs on streets per area is more than number of humans inhabiting in that area!
My god! Kutto ka kya "kaal" hai!
They are still barking, at this hour in morning, thanking me, for writing a review on their party stints.
bow wow!
I'll explain.
Anyone is invited.The Party takes place every night.
Venu: Koi bhi gali.
The party starts by 12:00Am. When people put off their lights (common one's like me), dogs put up theirs! Yea... the party is hosted by the stray kutte party of Bangalore! Man it does rock! They bark and bark and bark! They bark for god known reason... It so rocks that other gali ke kutte too start barking with them. And the volume of "music" goes way beyond maybe 50Db (At night!)...
They keep me on my toes too! I was missing the party so much that I started pacing the rooms at night! Closing the windows didn't help.
In mid, came the barking crackers. Meaning, groups of dogs starting barking randomly, there was so much of commotion that it sounded like some crackers were being burst! Kutta logo ke pass bhi crackers hai!! wah re wah! They did party hard... And boozed heavily! I could make it out cos one bewda started howling suddenly and other bewdas followed the suit. It seems they found it cool! Man, the howling was so so spooky(for me!!) that it reminded me of horror moive ghosts!
I felt sooo left out that I couldn't bear their "happy" howlings. I had to plug into my walkman and play my own music (which I could understand). I had to make the volume blaring cos, the kutta party was too much for me! It drove me into tears! *snif snif!*
It was around 2Am that it was suddenly so calm! I mean the kutta party was over! Maybe some "police" (Read: A normal person like me) must have kicked them out of the "streets".
I smiled. I could unplug from that music and finally get some sleep. I could open the windows to let the fresh breeze come in.
What on earth are those muncipal ppl doing??? The number of stray dogs on streets per area is more than number of humans inhabiting in that area!
My god! Kutto ka kya "kaal" hai!
They are still barking, at this hour in morning, thanking me, for writing a review on their party stints.
bow wow!
Monday, August 4, 2008
Zombie
Hello??? Anything interesting out there???? Its starting to get monotonous!! Hello??
What the hell am I writing out here? Nothing but shit! Anything worth thinking of? Tired of it...
I'm en-route to becoming a Zombie... Already one maybe..
NIIT exams approaching, and I dont give a shit bout it either! I've four days left... and I still have so much to do. Moving at a snails pace!
Bloody, I could finish probability chapter faster than this shitty thing!
Hello Mr.Interesting, would you please stop playing Peak a boo???
What the hell am I writing out here? Nothing but shit! Anything worth thinking of? Tired of it...
I'm en-route to becoming a Zombie... Already one maybe..
NIIT exams approaching, and I dont give a shit bout it either! I've four days left... and I still have so much to do. Moving at a snails pace!
Bloody, I could finish probability chapter faster than this shitty thing!
Hello Mr.Interesting, would you please stop playing Peak a boo???
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Physics and Life...
Weird combo I'm gonna put into...
What the hell, who cares???
Here it goes...
Law of conservation: Energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
True.
Nothing will be destroyed completely, it will be still there in some form. Burn a wood, you get ash. How do u destroy it??
There comes a wind, woooooooosh.. and there goes the ash... spreads wherever the wind takes it. Its still there somewhere in some end of this big earth, never destroyed.
If applied in daily life, stands true. Not in physics sense of course! I was sweeping the floor for Amma (what else to do?? vacation!) and suddenly this thought came in... It does not stand exactly with that law, but then some similarity...
The thought: (ahem ahem)
I found a place, met a friend.
Broke the ice, and joined the hearts.
Got so close, everything was shared.
Found great happiness, in little things there.
Then came a time, to take a decision.
Time to leave, decision was taken.
Heart was broken, but everything was numb.
Everything was prepared, and all was done.
Found another place, and met many friends.
Broke the ice, but hearts failed to join.
Many were there, but still there were none.
Lost the happiness, in every little things.
Then came a void, and nothing could fill.
Almost gave up, until I met thee.
Heart was healed, feelings regained.
Everything was regained, when nothing was lost.
Ahhh.. It just came out... :)
What I meant to say was, I missed something, and the void was created cos of that. I thought it was destroyed... But realized natures beauty today: Nothing can be destroyed. It still stays in one form or the other. Just like that wood burnt into ash. It has everything prepared, to replace the void. But it sends, when the time is proper. It is timed... So seems for everything else too, to me at least.
It wont exactly replace. Nothing can replace anything. Everything has a special place, in our hearts. Its that big I know. But then, some solace comes in one form or the other. That is replaced. Everything has to heal in time, and then move on with the life.
Thats life. And its really beautiful.
A beautiful poem ever written.
What the hell, who cares???
Here it goes...
Law of conservation: Energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
True.
Nothing will be destroyed completely, it will be still there in some form. Burn a wood, you get ash. How do u destroy it??
There comes a wind, woooooooosh.. and there goes the ash... spreads wherever the wind takes it. Its still there somewhere in some end of this big earth, never destroyed.
If applied in daily life, stands true. Not in physics sense of course! I was sweeping the floor for Amma (what else to do?? vacation!) and suddenly this thought came in... It does not stand exactly with that law, but then some similarity...
The thought: (ahem ahem)
I found a place, met a friend.
Broke the ice, and joined the hearts.
Got so close, everything was shared.
Found great happiness, in little things there.
Then came a time, to take a decision.
Time to leave, decision was taken.
Heart was broken, but everything was numb.
Everything was prepared, and all was done.
Found another place, and met many friends.
Broke the ice, but hearts failed to join.
Many were there, but still there were none.
Lost the happiness, in every little things.
Then came a void, and nothing could fill.
Almost gave up, until I met thee.
Heart was healed, feelings regained.
Everything was regained, when nothing was lost.
Ahhh.. It just came out... :)
What I meant to say was, I missed something, and the void was created cos of that. I thought it was destroyed... But realized natures beauty today: Nothing can be destroyed. It still stays in one form or the other. Just like that wood burnt into ash. It has everything prepared, to replace the void. But it sends, when the time is proper. It is timed... So seems for everything else too, to me at least.
It wont exactly replace. Nothing can replace anything. Everything has a special place, in our hearts. Its that big I know. But then, some solace comes in one form or the other. That is replaced. Everything has to heal in time, and then move on with the life.
Thats life. And its really beautiful.
A beautiful poem ever written.
Feel the essence of life!
A lovely discovery of the discoverer!
The best discovery was the walk, which is as beautiful and fresh as that lovely spring, with birds twittering, and colourful butterflies on pretty flowers, in the background, when those two are walking...
The best walk ever!!
Kudos!
The best discovery was the walk, which is as beautiful and fresh as that lovely spring, with birds twittering, and colourful butterflies on pretty flowers, in the background, when those two are walking...
The best walk ever!!
Kudos!
Longing
The night was cold
The breeze was soft
The crickets cried
While babies laughed
She lay on her bed
With thoughts a lot
Her body was cold
But tears were warm
A message to a friend
A call not answered
She was left alone
Craving for a human touch
Blanket kept her warm
But still she shivered
She was there for all
But who's there for her?
That night she slept
With a teddy clutched to her heart
That night she was
The loneliest of all.
The night went down
The sun came up
The morning was warm
So was her laugh
In that laugh
Was embedded her sorrow
For to be felt
And known to her alone
This was one of my scariest nightmares! It almost made me wanna pee (I got up in time! ;) )
The nightmare in the form of a poem..
The breeze was soft
The crickets cried
While babies laughed
She lay on her bed
With thoughts a lot
Her body was cold
But tears were warm
A message to a friend
A call not answered
She was left alone
Craving for a human touch
Blanket kept her warm
But still she shivered
She was there for all
But who's there for her?
That night she slept
With a teddy clutched to her heart
That night she was
The loneliest of all.
The night went down
The sun came up
The morning was warm
So was her laugh
In that laugh
Was embedded her sorrow
For to be felt
And known to her alone
This was one of my scariest nightmares! It almost made me wanna pee (I got up in time! ;) )
The nightmare in the form of a poem..
Friday, August 1, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
GIRLS!!!
I don't know what kind of behavioral insanity girls suffer from here. Its so typical! I noticed it here.
The bus stops at a bus-stop. A group of chattering girls get into the bus. There's no place to sit, so they stand and chatter. The bus starts moving.
Suddenly the driver applies brake for some reason (depends on each situation). This break is bit harder than the normal ones. These girls, I don't understand their god known reason, why they can't stand properly. They move in front cos of the impact (kuch jada hi!).. After this, they look at each other and go "hehehehehehehehehehehe" for almost 2 minutes. It happened today also! Its so bloody irritating!
I dont understand the reason, nor do I understand their brains. Those typical girls! I guess they have dung in their skull instead of a brain. Who do nothing but giggle most of the time for no reason, talk bout serials, movies, heros and GOSSIP! No wonder I don't get along with most of them (typical ones)!
GIRLS!!!
The bus stops at a bus-stop. A group of chattering girls get into the bus. There's no place to sit, so they stand and chatter. The bus starts moving.
Suddenly the driver applies brake for some reason (depends on each situation). This break is bit harder than the normal ones. These girls, I don't understand their god known reason, why they can't stand properly. They move in front cos of the impact (kuch jada hi!).. After this, they look at each other and go "hehehehehehehehehehehe" for almost 2 minutes. It happened today also! Its so bloody irritating!
I dont understand the reason, nor do I understand their brains. Those typical girls! I guess they have dung in their skull instead of a brain. Who do nothing but giggle most of the time for no reason, talk bout serials, movies, heros and GOSSIP! No wonder I don't get along with most of them (typical ones)!
GIRLS!!!
Of Pass Bus...
July 31, 2008
Thursday
Me and mom were standing on the bus-stop waiting for a bus today.
A green bus came at the stop. "Pass Bus" was written on the bus. Meaning those with pass can get in that bus. Since we had got pass for today (30Re for each pass), me and mom climbed into that bus. Along with us, some girls got into the bus too. A girl in pink salwar stood beside our seat.
Those girls, when they got in told the driver, "pass" (Meaning they have pass with them. This is a usual way ppl tell conductors in BMTC buses when they ask for tickets).
I couldn't help commenting. I asked mom, "This is a pass bus, isn't it obvious that people who have pass, can only get into this bus?" The girl in pink heard what I said and started smiling.
People can get so stupid sometimes, and so bloody lazy to show their passes, but just say "pass". Might be fooling the driver and getting a free trip. Driver says "bani bani" when they say "pass". And he was a rash driver this one!
So stupid!
And I thought this is a metro city.
Thursday
Me and mom were standing on the bus-stop waiting for a bus today.
A green bus came at the stop. "Pass Bus" was written on the bus. Meaning those with pass can get in that bus. Since we had got pass for today (30Re for each pass), me and mom climbed into that bus. Along with us, some girls got into the bus too. A girl in pink salwar stood beside our seat.
Those girls, when they got in told the driver, "pass" (Meaning they have pass with them. This is a usual way ppl tell conductors in BMTC buses when they ask for tickets).
I couldn't help commenting. I asked mom, "This is a pass bus, isn't it obvious that people who have pass, can only get into this bus?" The girl in pink heard what I said and started smiling.
People can get so stupid sometimes, and so bloody lazy to show their passes, but just say "pass". Might be fooling the driver and getting a free trip. Driver says "bani bani" when they say "pass". And he was a rash driver this one!
So stupid!
And I thought this is a metro city.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Indian Expertise
- The Serial "Spitters"
- Especially seen when in bus. Some drivers (while driving), and some passengers, chew paan or ghutka or whatever and spit it out of the window, when the bus is moving. It’s thrown with such expertise that their spit lands on a fellow driver or some innocent pedestrian.
- Other is “certain” pedestrians, who just can’t help simply spitting on the roads. They might themselves walk on it later.
Literally GROSS!
- The Serial “Shitters”
- Indian Government doesn’t have enough money to build at least one public lavatory (Pune). Even if so many are provided (Bangalore), people have that great urge to keep them (lavatories, not surrounding) so clean that they go out on the roads or in the jhaadis or near the gutter and answer the nature’s call. “Its natural fertilizer you know!” (Too Kanjoos to fish out 1Re for using those lavatories) Yea right! It’s a bloody natural air freshener too!
- The Serial “Garbage Dumpers”
- The garbage is thrown out, good thing. But I bloody can’t understand why people find it so difficult to lean a bit and throw their dump in the big yellow garbage can provided? Or walk a distance of maybe maximum 5 mins and throw it off in the can? (Pune)
- Its either throw from their apartment balconies (such as mine), or if an individual flat they take the pains to come out of their doors and then throw off the dump just like that. They won’t even care to see if someone is walking below their balconies or flat. (
- The Serial “Watchers”
- There’s a brawl going on. Some one must have got hurt and must be bleeding profusely and needs immediate medical attention. What do we prefer to do? Stand and watch the show, instead of helping a fellow citizen. Those stupid K serials aren’t enough. We need some more real reality shows. So there you get it. A natural entertainment: watching a person die right in front of their eyes.
Way to go!! Give them applause!! My foot!
- The Serial “Smokers”
- Smoking is so cool, here down south. Thanks to Mr. Rajnikant (people get inspired by his cigarette throwing antics and all), or other actors who smoke on the screen. Man it looks so cool that people smoke even if they can’t handle it. Of course they learn to handle it later. They then display their styles of blowing the smoke out, either through their nostrils or their mouth after keeping it in their lungs for god knows how long minutes!
- Worst is, people will be coughing while smoking. Not a normal cough, those chronic cough, coughing till their lungs start aching. They cough so pathetically, its almost very late, but still its not realized by them that its high time to try and quit smoking.
- Who suffers? People like me! Secondary smoke is even more harmful. I’ll be dying with them, suffering from cancer. I can’t even avoid inhaling that smoke, however much I try to avoid it. The air is filled with that smoke. In every 5 mins, I find 3-4 smokers. (I observed it while walking to my bus-stop and while waiting for my college bus). The cleanest air I ever breathed after I’ve come from Pune (There are lesser serial smokers there) is in Lalbaugh.
(I’ve excluded the smokes emitted from vehicles; it’s the same in every big city)
I remember getting this mail forwarded by my friends. It was supposedly sent by Mr. A P J Kalam. I do every bit for these matters I can. But what bout those people. I pity those educated people, who even though know everything continue to do the same thing. They don’t do the same when in foreign, I accept that. But then there are many who are so dumb that they do the same in those countries. So what to do bout that now?
I tried explaining people the harms of smoking, but they won’t listen. Mr. Kalam, Please do tell me what to do.
Here comes the worst of all:
- The Serial “Reservations”
The government is so good. Yea right. I can’t understand the 50% reservation thing. And the dumbest part is, those SC and ST people take up merit seats too, then drop it. And guess what who gets those seats?? The guess is quiet simple: The other SC and ST people. It’s killing the whole education system in
The other open category people end up getting nothing here. These open category people (many of them) are really better, and they end up getting no facilities. How do you explain about this Mr. Kalam? What do you expect us to do? The government won’t listen. They want nothing but fill their pockets. I find very less politicians who really want to do something good, for their state, for their country.
Why we just adopt some of
I feel like punching this computer screen cos I like many other open category student have been directly affected by it. We end up getting no seats cos; it’s all reserved for SC and
No wonder there is brain drain from
What to do bout this? Take out some silent dharnas, some strikes? Break some public properties like those political followers and cause some more harm? Destroy our own public facilities like them?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Why?
It is smothering me. It’s making me hate green more and more. Even though green is not associated with it. It still is becoming synonymous with it, for me. That “it” is Hatred and revenge.
It all starts with anger. The anger starts making you temporarily insane. So insane, that you are unaware of everything around. Its like that wise turtle said in that movie (Kung fu Panda), it’s only then the mind can think wisely and well when the mind is clear. And anger ruins the calmness.
With that insanity you feel hatred flowing in your blood. Everything feels black. Heart beat is uneven. You feel as if someone is taking over you. Some creature you created yourself, created out of hate and anger. It was created subconsciously, not intended to be created.
That creature takes over you. It shuts out all the ray of happiness and fills it with a weird sensation. A sensation I cannot put in words. It’s as if you’ll never see the sun again. Everything seems dark. You close your eyes and you see nothing but feel hate.
That creature is allowed to be taken over us, over me, in that state of insanity. So much, that it starts rubbing my ego in the wrong manner. So much, that words flow outta my mouth uncontrolled. The words are rude, rash and unkind. It hurts people not intended to.
Why are those poems written by those poets so famous? The one which is sad… Ode to sadness, pain and what not! Why, even I haven’t been able to write in my happiest mood! I could, only once. And of that creation, I’m very proud. Proud because it’s the most beautiful thing. Proud because I could capture something beautiful. And it did look beautiful.
I’m trying to change it. But when I sit down to write something, or do something when I’m very happy, nothing comes out. Nothing but a smile.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Inner Peace ;)
Inner Peace, with myself that is. I can make fun of myself, and laugh at myself. Because no matter what I'll be me, I'll still exist being me. Meaning, I'll love being me. Whoever I am.
I enjoy me. I might hate my skin, or my hair, or whatever. But still its me. I like me, fat or not fat..
Whatever be it, its still me.
Oh yea.. its the Kung-fu Panda (Po) effect!! Loved the movie!
I enjoy me. I might hate my skin, or my hair, or whatever. But still its me. I like me, fat or not fat..
Whatever be it, its still me.
Oh yea.. its the Kung-fu Panda (Po) effect!! Loved the movie!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Operation-Size Zero (The Sequel to the Sequel)
Dad got a big bar of Cadbury chocolates for me today..
hmm...
So chocolates is healthy, not cutlets?????
Ok, I had asked him to get one, and he said he'll get it if he remembers!
But still!! Where's the crazy fitness thingy???
They devour it too... So I guess, its allowed!!
hmm...
So chocolates is healthy, not cutlets?????
Ok, I had asked him to get one, and he said he'll get it if he remembers!
But still!! Where's the crazy fitness thingy???
They devour it too... So I guess, its allowed!!
Operation-Size Zero, The Sequel
The heights of laziness...
When I was a kiddo, I used to race with my dad, when walking. We used to have that gear thing, "Lets walk at gear 5" (Fastest speed!). I used to trot with my dad, with those small steps of mine, holding his hands, walking all the way in Bilt colony at evenings, with mom behind.
Yesterday, while walking, I thought dad was racing again. It turned out, he wasn't racing, he was just "walking"!
I used to take small steps while walking. And with those steps, walking fast, is REALLY exhausting. I took big steps, distance is cut and I need not run!! ha ha!
I cover lotsa distance in short time, and no exhaustion!! No sweat wasted!!
Then I saw this kiddo. He in his fluorescent green sleeveless shirt and black shorts and white shoes, jogging away. I see him every evening! It was bit embarrassing!
A kiddo is so concerned bout his fitness! (or maybe just training for his sport thing)
Bling!! The realization and determination was so strong than ever then, that I resumed to my short steps (bit longer than the usual one), and walked. To burn those fat!
One-two-one-two...
When I was a kiddo, I used to race with my dad, when walking. We used to have that gear thing, "Lets walk at gear 5" (Fastest speed!). I used to trot with my dad, with those small steps of mine, holding his hands, walking all the way in Bilt colony at evenings, with mom behind.
Yesterday, while walking, I thought dad was racing again. It turned out, he wasn't racing, he was just "walking"!
I used to take small steps while walking. And with those steps, walking fast, is REALLY exhausting. I took big steps, distance is cut and I need not run!! ha ha!
I cover lotsa distance in short time, and no exhaustion!! No sweat wasted!!
Then I saw this kiddo. He in his fluorescent green sleeveless shirt and black shorts and white shoes, jogging away. I see him every evening! It was bit embarrassing!
A kiddo is so concerned bout his fitness! (or maybe just training for his sport thing)
Bling!! The realization and determination was so strong than ever then, that I resumed to my short steps (bit longer than the usual one), and walked. To burn those fat!
One-two-one-two...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Operation-Size Zero (Reducing the pota-mas!)
Man! My parents have got that bug too! Well, not exactly the "size zero" thing but something similar. Let me make it simple, the craze to be slim and fit! What the hell! The problem is, its with them (the craze!!), but they are trying to get it in me!!!!
Who the hell cares bout cholesterol? (except for those fitness freaks and my parents!)
Right, it started with me coming back home from class (or waking up after a nap)... "Amma, I'm hungry!"
Then eating something, then putting on fat... (A bit of, cording to me, not them!)
Then started with, "you weren't like that before! You were slim! What will you'll be of 40 years? huh?"
Then dad helps mom, "Yea, She'll stop eating then, and try burning whatever was eaten."
Its a PJ dad!
I just smiled, and shrugged... Hoping, it will be forgotten. But NO! I had to come with them. Where else? To walks!
And then yesterday, I realized, I'm typical Garfield's behen. Monday morning blues which make me even more blue by their walk thingy, every evenings! Then came the realizations... "FAT"!
he he... Fat in my tummy, or the butt (Its the "butt" of joke in my house).. My tummy wud wobble when I walked, my fav pant, wont fit me! It would refuse to fit!! And my muscles in my arms, they are awesome, because, its filled with fat and hangs down!
My eyes opened, and I decided to go for dieting. I made my thoughts know to my parents. They just snorted! They laughed at me... Yea.. diet and me... its next to impossible... But then, I'm determined!
I said my thought aloud, and after 5 mins, I say, "Amma, how bout making some cutlets today??"
"Aaaaaaaand she thought of dieting!"
I mean come on! I had figured that its the healthiest thing in snacks! Its not fried, it has potatoes, some veggies, and then roast it. Done. Less of oil!
It got rejected...
Then starts the "harrasing", "Aditi, get dressed, have to go for walking."
I groan and moan, but they are all deaf to their ears...
"6 rounds today!"
I yell, "6 rounds!!!!?" (It IS too much for me!)
I have to obey. What else can I do? But they can do everything! Stop my snacks in the evening, cos who will cook for me but mom? Best is to obey. Kya pata khush ho ke she might make lasagne! he he
The same thing is gonna repeat today. No prediction, but "rule"!
I'll try skipping few steps by taking short cut, and then, dad will speak something from behind... and again starts the story..
Whatever... Its for my good! He says thee was a news that a small kiddo had to take med for cholesterol!! Eye opener (Kindof!!)
So what else can I do? Put on my walking shoes, tie my hair, plug in my walkman (music keeps me going ;) ) and try and slim down!
Who the hell cares bout cholesterol? (except for those fitness freaks and my parents!)
Right, it started with me coming back home from class (or waking up after a nap)... "Amma, I'm hungry!"
Then eating something, then putting on fat... (A bit of, cording to me, not them!)
Then started with, "you weren't like that before! You were slim! What will you'll be of 40 years? huh?"
Then dad helps mom, "Yea, She'll stop eating then, and try burning whatever was eaten."
Its a PJ dad!
I just smiled, and shrugged... Hoping, it will be forgotten. But NO! I had to come with them. Where else? To walks!
And then yesterday, I realized, I'm typical Garfield's behen. Monday morning blues which make me even more blue by their walk thingy, every evenings! Then came the realizations... "FAT"!
he he... Fat in my tummy, or the butt (Its the "butt" of joke in my house).. My tummy wud wobble when I walked, my fav pant, wont fit me! It would refuse to fit!! And my muscles in my arms, they are awesome, because, its filled with fat and hangs down!
My eyes opened, and I decided to go for dieting. I made my thoughts know to my parents. They just snorted! They laughed at me... Yea.. diet and me... its next to impossible... But then, I'm determined!
I said my thought aloud, and after 5 mins, I say, "Amma, how bout making some cutlets today??"
"Aaaaaaaand she thought of dieting!"
I mean come on! I had figured that its the healthiest thing in snacks! Its not fried, it has potatoes, some veggies, and then roast it. Done. Less of oil!
It got rejected...
Then starts the "harrasing", "Aditi, get dressed, have to go for walking."
I groan and moan, but they are all deaf to their ears...
"6 rounds today!"
I yell, "6 rounds!!!!?" (It IS too much for me!)
I have to obey. What else can I do? But they can do everything! Stop my snacks in the evening, cos who will cook for me but mom? Best is to obey. Kya pata khush ho ke she might make lasagne! he he
The same thing is gonna repeat today. No prediction, but "rule"!
I'll try skipping few steps by taking short cut, and then, dad will speak something from behind... and again starts the story..
Whatever... Its for my good! He says thee was a news that a small kiddo had to take med for cholesterol!! Eye opener (Kindof!!)
So what else can I do? Put on my walking shoes, tie my hair, plug in my walkman (music keeps me going ;) ) and try and slim down!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Crime Report
4 July, 2008
Friday
5:35 Pm
Telecom Layout
BMTC Bus - 288H
Dressed in a white Tee, and a blue jeans, got out of the bus and started walking towards my apartment. Plugged in to my Walkman, listening to Ghita by Cleopatra (new obsession!), unaware of the people around, and walking as if nothing matters but her voice...
"The coat is inside out
There is no sun above
Nothing is going good
Since I think of Ghita
But Ghita's not in town
I asked why he's not around
It seems to me he's gone
He's gone abroad
Hard, I think it's very hard
Want, I don't know what I want
I know that you like me too
Ghita, what is up with you?
.......
......."
So goes on the song...
5:38Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
2nd Entrance
The breeze is pleasant and soft, blowing through my hair, and I'm now enjoying both the breeze and the song. My pace slows.
I change my direction and walk in through the parking lot (Is almost empty!). I change my direction again and walk in through the entrance of D1 block, and get into the proper road.
5:40Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
C2 Block (The Scene Site)
A kid is standing. He is bit plump, dressed in a striped shirt and a three fourth. His cycle has fallen at his feet. He is surrounded by kids, both boys and girls. AKA (also known as) BULLIES. I can't hear what they are talking with that music blooming in my ears... I interpreted they are playing.
I was reaching near them, then I saw a kid, thinner and much smaller than that plump kid, throwing a red ball at him. It did hit him hard. Now, that wasn't the way you play right? I paused the music, then I realized, he was being bullied!
I came near them, I gave one of my "disapproving-mom" look to the skinny dodo (who threw the ball). I obviously gave it when he looked at me. The other kids looked at me too, but that guy got my message.
That skinny dodo said, "Abe, abhi bas karo. Jane do use." My look became a BIT softer. I walked pass them now. But another dodo wanted to continue, but the skinny one said forget it, because I was still staring at them even after I passed by.
5:43 Pm
Approaching B1 Block
I resumed my music. This time the music was a background sound. Something else was going on in my head. I couldn't forget that look on the plump boy's face. He looked as if he was about to break from that humiliation. He was on the verge of tears, but he was strong. He had held them back, and letting the moment go. What could he do? It would have been better if he would have fought back.
5:45 Pm
B1 Block
In the lift
I learnt from that Crime scene. I decided, I wont let any skinny or fatty dodo bully me. If someone tries to bully me, I'll be a maha bully than them with them.
Case Closed
Friday
5:35 Pm
Telecom Layout
BMTC Bus - 288H
Dressed in a white Tee, and a blue jeans, got out of the bus and started walking towards my apartment. Plugged in to my Walkman, listening to Ghita by Cleopatra (new obsession!), unaware of the people around, and walking as if nothing matters but her voice...
"The coat is inside out
There is no sun above
Nothing is going good
Since I think of Ghita
But Ghita's not in town
I asked why he's not around
It seems to me he's gone
He's gone abroad
Hard, I think it's very hard
Want, I don't know what I want
I know that you like me too
Ghita, what is up with you?
.......
......."
So goes on the song...
5:38Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
2nd Entrance
The breeze is pleasant and soft, blowing through my hair, and I'm now enjoying both the breeze and the song. My pace slows.
I change my direction and walk in through the parking lot (Is almost empty!). I change my direction again and walk in through the entrance of D1 block, and get into the proper road.
5:40Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
C2 Block (The Scene Site)
A kid is standing. He is bit plump, dressed in a striped shirt and a three fourth. His cycle has fallen at his feet. He is surrounded by kids, both boys and girls. AKA (also known as) BULLIES. I can't hear what they are talking with that music blooming in my ears... I interpreted they are playing.
I was reaching near them, then I saw a kid, thinner and much smaller than that plump kid, throwing a red ball at him. It did hit him hard. Now, that wasn't the way you play right? I paused the music, then I realized, he was being bullied!
I came near them, I gave one of my "disapproving-mom" look to the skinny dodo (who threw the ball). I obviously gave it when he looked at me. The other kids looked at me too, but that guy got my message.
That skinny dodo said, "Abe, abhi bas karo. Jane do use." My look became a BIT softer. I walked pass them now. But another dodo wanted to continue, but the skinny one said forget it, because I was still staring at them even after I passed by.
5:43 Pm
Approaching B1 Block
I resumed my music. This time the music was a background sound. Something else was going on in my head. I couldn't forget that look on the plump boy's face. He looked as if he was about to break from that humiliation. He was on the verge of tears, but he was strong. He had held them back, and letting the moment go. What could he do? It would have been better if he would have fought back.
5:45 Pm
B1 Block
In the lift
I learnt from that Crime scene. I decided, I wont let any skinny or fatty dodo bully me. If someone tries to bully me, I'll be a maha bully than them with them.
Case Closed
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Saving the Verve
"Life will always give us what we know we are worth. It never fails to take us at our own valuation."
- Ruskin Bond
Does it?? Does it to everyone?
It fails to give what we are worth many times. So much that the person even finds it difficult to live with the thought that "we should be happy with whatever we have". Even if the thought is accepted, and if tried to be happy with the almost nothing he has, he realises that the happiness he feels is a forced one. Its so unreal that there is tremendous pain in whatever happiness is felt. The pain takes control of entirety, so much that the will to live is lost. The thought of living itself is a burden, and exists just for the sake.
But then, someone says something, or does something for him, which makes him smile. A ray of real happiness. Its enough to bring his will back, even if its a bit. But then even that bit can do wonders. It saves one's verve.
- Ruskin Bond
Does it?? Does it to everyone?
It fails to give what we are worth many times. So much that the person even finds it difficult to live with the thought that "we should be happy with whatever we have". Even if the thought is accepted, and if tried to be happy with the almost nothing he has, he realises that the happiness he feels is a forced one. Its so unreal that there is tremendous pain in whatever happiness is felt. The pain takes control of entirety, so much that the will to live is lost. The thought of living itself is a burden, and exists just for the sake.
But then, someone says something, or does something for him, which makes him smile. A ray of real happiness. Its enough to bring his will back, even if its a bit. But then even that bit can do wonders. It saves one's verve.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thoughts...
This was said by a departmental guy to us when we went to Lalbagh..
(Mom had asked bout wormi culture or something)
This one was put up on a board in a garden there,
"Listening is doubting
Seeing is believing
Doing is learning."
(Mom had asked bout wormi culture or something)
This one was put up on a board in a garden there,
"Discussion is exchange of knowledgeI forget the third line in that thought. It was good.
Argument is exchange of ignorance...
"
Saturday, June 28, 2008
"Giving"
I never knew the art of giving. I like something, I keep it. I could never give it. I would get possessive over it. Be it a pretty red rose or my coin collection (even if I have an extra coin).
I barely knew that person. Just met in some class and was a "hi". The similarity in that friendship till then found was in stamp and coin collection. A week later was my birthday. I got a pretty gift from him. A pretty coin from Singapore. It had a flower on it and was made in the year 1989 (my birth year). A gesture hard to do when you barely know a person. The gesture of giving.
Accepting is easy. Accepting something from a person I mean. But giving is the toughest part. At least with me it is.
I remember an incidence. I was a little kiddo. I was with my parents in Nagpur, to see my sister in her college. After meeting her, we went out for some work. I loved roses. My parents got a rose for me. A pretty red rose. I was happy, smelling its scent. There were beggars around. Maybe they were the forced beggars, I say that cos they were kids. There was this girl, around my age. She saw me having that rose. She came to me, she asked for that rose. I dint want to give. My parents had got it for ME. She followed me. My mother said, give it. I didn't want to. Later I got so pissed with she following me around that I gave it off. I felt very bad. I had tears in my eyes and that girl was very happy and smiling. I complained to my mother that I had wanted it. But then after some time, I forgot it, I felt good that I gave it off to her. I felt better after that. But then, that incidence was still there in my mind, haunting me for my that behavior.
Then after a few years, I went off to Pune. There I was walking with my friend. I plucked some pretty small pink flowers. They smelt great. After the walk we went to her apartment and sat on a place outside, my fav hangout there. A small boy of maybe 6 years old, walked up to us. She said hello to him. I smiled at him. He gave back a shy smile. I remembered that incidence of mine. That smile of that girl. I, this time, without thinking much, held those flowers to him. He was shy, but he accepted it. The big grin he gave me later was awesome. It was cute and a happy one. I felt good. Good after giving something.
I got great happiness from that little boy's grin. I couldn't stop smiling that day. I gave that boy happiness by giving.
But then, that thing wasn't mine. Not something that I owned...
I did realize the importance of giving. But still today I wont be able to give what is owned by me. I cant do something like that friend of mine did. But then to do it, it is a big thing.
I barely knew that person. Just met in some class and was a "hi". The similarity in that friendship till then found was in stamp and coin collection. A week later was my birthday. I got a pretty gift from him. A pretty coin from Singapore. It had a flower on it and was made in the year 1989 (my birth year). A gesture hard to do when you barely know a person. The gesture of giving.
Accepting is easy. Accepting something from a person I mean. But giving is the toughest part. At least with me it is.
I remember an incidence. I was a little kiddo. I was with my parents in Nagpur, to see my sister in her college. After meeting her, we went out for some work. I loved roses. My parents got a rose for me. A pretty red rose. I was happy, smelling its scent. There were beggars around. Maybe they were the forced beggars, I say that cos they were kids. There was this girl, around my age. She saw me having that rose. She came to me, she asked for that rose. I dint want to give. My parents had got it for ME. She followed me. My mother said, give it. I didn't want to. Later I got so pissed with she following me around that I gave it off. I felt very bad. I had tears in my eyes and that girl was very happy and smiling. I complained to my mother that I had wanted it. But then after some time, I forgot it, I felt good that I gave it off to her. I felt better after that. But then, that incidence was still there in my mind, haunting me for my that behavior.
Then after a few years, I went off to Pune. There I was walking with my friend. I plucked some pretty small pink flowers. They smelt great. After the walk we went to her apartment and sat on a place outside, my fav hangout there. A small boy of maybe 6 years old, walked up to us. She said hello to him. I smiled at him. He gave back a shy smile. I remembered that incidence of mine. That smile of that girl. I, this time, without thinking much, held those flowers to him. He was shy, but he accepted it. The big grin he gave me later was awesome. It was cute and a happy one. I felt good. Good after giving something.
I got great happiness from that little boy's grin. I couldn't stop smiling that day. I gave that boy happiness by giving.
But then, that thing wasn't mine. Not something that I owned...
I did realize the importance of giving. But still today I wont be able to give what is owned by me. I cant do something like that friend of mine did. But then to do it, it is a big thing.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Innocence 2
Laugh out at everything. Keep your heart light. The more you are able to laugh at yourself, the problems, happier and simpler your life is.
Of course, dont just laugh at the problems and let it be. Try find a solution too!
Enjoy!
(PS: Click on the pictures for a better veiw
Cartoon source : www.gocomics.com)
Of course, dont just laugh at the problems and let it be. Try find a solution too!
Enjoy!
(PS: Click on the pictures for a better veiw
Cartoon source : www.gocomics.com)
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