Thursday, March 31, 2011

Some more lies

"Forever" is the biggest fraud. 
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The "Frank" Mess

"Misanthrope.
Frankness which is so going to cost me.
Now, I almost honestly don't care."
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Pea Brainedness

How is that the mind wants one thing but actions speak something else!?
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Portrait Effect

Faces are so interesting.
At times feel colors take away the elegance. 
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Another to the list

Always wanted to have one snow globe too :))
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The Passion is The Key

There is so much of brilliance in this world that I'm feeling smaller than a dot.
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One of many

When one something compensates for other many things even if temporarily, it is good enough.
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Monday, March 28, 2011

Elgamal Fire

The fun in race against the deadline!
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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Worst that can happen

Have I been misreading everything?
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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Papa-Daughter Argument

Why is it really so difficult to believe that there can be some moments in a day with no thoughts at all?
Even when she says she experiences it!
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Friday, March 25, 2011

Lets pretend

She pretends that she is hollow. Saves experiencing unwanted multiple emotions at the same time.
Going the Buddha way of detachment.
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View from a G9

It's evening. Grey clouds in the sky and just a hint of soft breeze. Sun setting, light orange light scattered.
A path splayed with violets leading to a garden with trees with a bench in between. The leaves swaying with the breeze with soft crackling sound making the small dry leaves fall down softly giving raining gold leaves effect.
Beautiful.
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Location: Mekhri.
Merging two places with my bench. :)

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Prologue Torture

Relearning patience, thanks to papa.
Remembering his 8th grader daughter's whiteness test help
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Prejudiced Judgement

Often an (unintended) cynic misses out on many things because of that (probably also because the cynic is trying to live up to some self made image). Because a cynic has lost the ability to give things a try. Or probably just forgotten.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Mended Mirror

The cracks will always be there no matter what, right?
How to get past it?
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Says it all

"A person's mind is his last sanctuary."
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Eragon

On Self Discovery

"Magic Is The Simplest Thing"
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Brom's brow darkened. "Be careful. It can be a terrible knowledge. To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed. Some have been driven to madness by that stark reality. Most try to forget it. But as much as the name will give others power, so you may gain power over yourself, if the truth doesn't break  you."

Eragon by Christopher Paolini
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Which can be generalized too. Been wondering if that 15 year old author knew exactly how strong those words are.

"Magic is The Simplest Thing"

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"So they never lie?"
"Not quite," admitted Brom. "They maintain that they don't, and in a way it's true, but they have perfected the art of saying one thing and meaning another. You never know exactly what their intent is, or if you have fathomed it correctly. Many times they only reveal part of the truth and withhold the rest. It takes a refined and subtle mind to deal with their culture."
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Eragon by Christopher Paolini
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Can be generalized.

Like a dog with his tail between his leg

Bravely pursued the truth, disgracing pretense. When she finally got it, she ran away. There was comfort in pretense.

Some things are so painful that it is best to still pretend that nothing ever was painful.
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My obsession with truth force ends. 

Alter Ego's Effort

She tries to be as fake with you as you are with her.
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Monday, March 21, 2011

A Sleepy Thought

Some lies are actually the truth: Just not correcting it when the other takes it as a lie.
A form of pretense I guess.
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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Refrains

White lies get tiring too.
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Distant

For some unknown reason reality is more appealing than people.
It is scary, but not pestering.
Very real.
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Friday, March 18, 2011

Best part being me

Is me. :)
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One Small Comfort

Really, it's not that bad. At least something is true. :)
And I love it.

I guess the ball really hit my head preeeetty hard. 
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Psst: I mean reality. Concussion bad. :D

On the wall

An advertisement: Now water with H2O.
I totally LOVE Bangalore :))
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Probably a phase

All relations are beautiful from a distant.
Or probably seems.
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Epiphany

A strain between two people often does wonders to another relation for one of the person involved.
Also, not everyone can be without talking to anyone for long.
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Spectacular!

Never underestimate the power of denial.
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Irony (??)

When we were young we knew exactly what we wanted. The more we grow it reduces, dilemma begins with more and more choices and we begin to believe when we were young we didn't know what we wanted. When we have actually almost forgotten what we wanted.

The more we see, lesser real it becomes. And then we rant that reality sucks.
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White Lies

Pretenses never stop.
People are made to believe whatever they want to believe.
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Monday, March 14, 2011

The Girl in Red

 
One warm sunny morning, a little girl dressed in red held a spool of thread in her hand tied to a kite. She ran against the breeze as fast as her little legs could carry, her hand raised, holding the kite. She let go the kite and it flew in the air. Up and higher and higher it flew, till the thread couldn't bear the tension anymore and it snapped.

She stopped abruptly with a smile on her face and saw her kite fly away.

 


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Semi Dreaming State

A fight between a mortal and a magician for a forgotten reason.
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Counter Self Argument

13 March, 2011
1:59 AM
When there is an open communication, there is a realization that it was like it was when it was the first time in the first place. Things mend then. Don't break. 
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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Mending a Broken Mirror

There is some peace in organizing the clutter.
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Judging by the Cover 2

There are people who don't, just don't see what is in front of them in a person. They just don't see anything at all.That's how things break. Because of blind opinion. Also because of the smug feeling that they are always right.
I was one of them too, for a while.
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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Reason Why I'm Lucky...

I discovered it's not attachment I'm averse to. I love to be free. I guess that is why my relationship or friendships had started failing after a year. And I'm lucky because my best friend knew this even before I could figure out. :)
Out of whole lot, she understood this. That's why, she is the best one :)


And so the song goes, "Dooriyan bhi hai zaroori'
My reason why I need to get recluse now and then.
"Thodi doori se, zindagi asaan hai
Meri duniya aur uska bhi jahan hai
Hai ziddi ye badi majbooriyan bhi."

Like that simple fact: a goldfish dies faster when its in an aquarium.
That's why this fish needs break now and then :)

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Friday, March 11, 2011

Hallelujah

It's beautiful. :)
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Coffee Desperation


Classroom Doodle: What INS did to me :|





















Loved the fact that papa could understand what it is and also his reaction :D
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Pseudo congratulations

To the girl who was getting teased :D
A quick lovey dovey doodle :P




















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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Judging by the cover

Hate people who've already formed an opinion even before giving it a chance.
I WAS one of them :D
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

One Sentiment

"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry"
 -Sonnet 66 
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Exhausting Truth

All of it was a lie.
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My Generation's Theory

On value and relationships:

When it gets old, ditch it.
When there is a problem, dump it.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Pune Rains :)

To the special, everyday and rains there :)
And also to my favorite mint green umbrella which I lost 





















Also had drawn on kid's notebook,
Parallel computing class :D
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Monday, March 7, 2011

One Imagination

How I imagine myself when I'm daydreaming:
With stars :D



4 March, 2011
In Parallel Computing class
2nd Last Bench, in a kid's notebook :P

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An Unfortunate Truth

"A lie told often enough becomes the truth."
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Long long time ago

I had got this dream. The picture stayed in my mind.
This has got the essence but not the exact picture.
An Attempt :




















13 Jan, 2011
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Not from imagination.

When I should have been studying

Doodling Stick-man studying :P





















7 March, 2011
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Sunday, March 6, 2011

B-E-A-utiful

Because no one listens anymore.
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From a Discussion

Got the message loud and clear that one thing cannot be important and not important at the same time for a non-FU person.
Exhausting.
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Saturday, March 5, 2011

Where the creativity dies...

The fantasy built then, was so much more beautiful than the reality.
Which was called as, "My World".
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A Reminder

Reminder of my basic childhood principle/theory:
My existence has a reason.

The 12 year old was much smarter than the 21 year old.
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Friday, March 4, 2011

Emochnal Atyaachari

It is much much better when there is plain discussion/arguement without telling the other how to and what to do.
--To that gawar who had the discussion with  me. :)
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Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Conscious Effort

The more you try to keep it vague, the more obviously personal it gets.
The more you try to bridge the distance, the more painfully distant it gets.
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Short Lived Glory

Ms Control Freak, you have lost the grip. You are now in the danger of becoming the next Jane.
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Where is the other door?

When there is so much of self induced darkness, how can she see the light?
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Another Emotion Recognised

When suddenly lots of familiarity floods in, and probably begins to kill you, this is I guess what is called as missing something/someone.
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Uncomplicate it!

"Life gets complicated when you start comparing", she said.
More than that at times it breaks you down, makes you push yourself towards being something, and in the end embed something more to your personality. Which is sometimes good.
Everything is done, but its still never enough.
You know why?
It's because that person still looks more interesting and better than you.
You know why?
Because of the (probably) innocent comparison.
That sometimes adds to the overwhelming emotion.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sherlock's Willpower

I wish I had that. Control all those unwanted overwhelming emotions and ignore them.
Distractions are harmful. Both waste my time.
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My Graceful Professor

She said, on a different context, "Never give up" which made me think in some other context: that it depends on situation. One should be smart enough to know when to keep fighting and when to give up. After sometime, it always loses its worth when it is unreachable, because of the alternatives :)
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Silent Retort.

27 February,  2011
11:37 PM

There are several ways of being/staying happy. Laughing all the time (to stay happy) is tiring, monotonous and cliched.
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By The Priest Who Believed in God

"Long ago I despaired of ever loving my neighbour. Certain people... repelled me. "How could I love them?" I thought. It tormented me, Damien; it led me to despair of myself... and from that, very soon, to despair of my God. My faith was shattered..."

Damien Karras looked up at Merrin with interest. "And what happened?" he asked.

"Ah, well... at last I realised that God would never ask of me that which I know to be psychologically impossible; that the love which He asked was in my will and not meant to be felt as an emotion at all. Not at all. He was asking that I act with love, that I do unto others; and that I should do it unto those who repelled me, I believe, was a greater act of love than any other." He shook his head. "I know that all of this must seem very obvious, Damien. I know. But at the time, I could not see it. Strange blindness. How many husbands and wives", he muttered sadly, "must believe they have fallen out of love because their hearts no longer race at the sight of their beloveds! Ah, dear God!"

He shook his head, and then nodded.

"There it lies, I think, Damien... possession; not in wars, as some tend to believe; not so much; and very seldom in extraordinary interventions such as here.. this girl... this poor child. No, I see it most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites; the misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Enough of these", Merrin whispered, "and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves... for ourselves..."

"And yet even from this - from evil - will come good. In some way. In some way that we may never understand or ever see." Merrin paused. "Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness", he brooded. "And perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God."

-The Exorcist  by William Peter Blatty
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A passage which can be generalized:

"We have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, still it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, and though it is ever dying, it is ever coming back to life again. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death is the parent of a thousand lives. Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony of how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. The sun sinks to rise again, the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into winter, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over that grave towards which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair"

-The Exorcist by William Peter Blattey

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