Strange are the ways of life!
One incident I wish to forget desperately, but can't erase it from my mind. Infiltrates my mind and I have no defence, no internal security. It keeps things away from normal.
And another of a more general nature, which I strongly wish I don't forget, lest things get back to normal
These two incidents define very much the daily proceedings now, both burning in me a fire. A fire which needs direction. A fire which has to be made use of; an energy that cannot be let wasted.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Can't you see?
Why is it not obvious to you
what I cannot hide after trying so hard?
Can't you see right through me,
cause I have discarded all masks
Why do things get so complicated
when all I plan is to keep it simple
Why do I covet the luck ordained for others?
Maybe what I ask is too much to deliver
But again all I ask for is just love and peace,
then why is it too much for you to deliver
what I cannot hide after trying so hard?
Can't you see right through me,
cause I have discarded all masks
Why do things get so complicated
when all I plan is to keep it simple
Why do I covet the luck ordained for others?
Maybe what I ask is too much to deliver
But again all I ask for is just love and peace,
then why is it too much for you to deliver
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Slang Lang
The world is moving too fast for simpletons like me.
I feel hopelessly lost while trying to comprehend the urban English informal language.
Seeing youngsters chit-chat (No-I am not feeling older than I am--just that others are way too young) makes me really wanna pull my socks up.
Now Showing--Some interesting colorful vocabulary that they throw around-- (with significant help from Google)
1) High ten:
Usage and difference:
High five: Dude, you screwed the head cheerleader!
High ten: Dude, you screwed the entire cheerleading team
2) Liptease
The act of putting on lipstick suggestively;
The oral equivalent of a striptease
Lisa is giving me a liptease from across the room, so I think its my lucky day today
3) Fexpensive
Fucking expensive
4) deface (deFACE)
To remove a 'friendship' from facebook due to having either accidentily adding him/her as a friend or actually adding them and reconsidering later.
He kept on buggin me everytime I went online, so I defaced him
5) Destinesia
When you get to where you were intending to go, you forget why you were going there in the first place.
(not necessarily related to consumption of alcohol)
6) 27/4
27 seconds a day, 4 days a week
7)Chairdrobe
piling clothes on chair instead of closet
(if chair is full- you can have floordrobe too)
8) I'm just sayin'
A phrase that is used when someone is offended by something you said. This phrase then removes all the offensiveness of the previous statement.
a- Dude, that chick is hot ..look at her ass
b- Damn you-thats my sister
a-Oh, I'm jus sayin.
b-Okay . Cool
9) piss into the wind
Doing something that is a complete waste of effort and time for which you can expect no results and may even backfire on you.
10) Critical ass (lets get some calculus in here )
Stage where your fabric can no longer contain the enormity of your ass
"Jesus, I can't zip up these jeans anymore - I've reached critical ass!"
11) Texpectation :
The eagerness of anticipation rushing when waiting for a response to a text message.
I feel hopelessly lost while trying to comprehend the urban English informal language.
Seeing youngsters chit-chat (No-I am not feeling older than I am--just that others are way too young) makes me really wanna pull my socks up.
Now Showing--Some interesting colorful vocabulary that they throw around-- (with significant help from Google)
1) High ten:
a double handed high five, meant to use for especially awesome scenarios.
Usage and difference:
High five: Dude, you screwed the head cheerleader!
High ten: Dude, you screwed the entire cheerleading team
2) Liptease
The act of putting on lipstick suggestively;
The oral equivalent of a striptease
Lisa is giving me a liptease from across the room, so I think its my lucky day today
3) Fexpensive
Fucking expensive
4) deface (deFACE)
To remove a 'friendship' from facebook due to having either accidentily adding him/her as a friend or actually adding them and reconsidering later.
He kept on buggin me everytime I went online, so I defaced him
5) Destinesia
When you get to where you were intending to go, you forget why you were going there in the first place.
(not necessarily related to consumption of alcohol)
6) 27/4
27 seconds a day, 4 days a week
7)Chairdrobe
piling clothes on chair instead of closet
(if chair is full- you can have floordrobe too)
8) I'm just sayin'
A phrase that is used when someone is offended by something you said. This phrase then removes all the offensiveness of the previous statement.
a- Dude, that chick is hot ..look at her ass
b- Damn you-thats my sister
a-Oh, I'm jus sayin.
b-Okay . Cool
9) piss into the wind
Doing something that is a complete waste of effort and time for which you can expect no results and may even backfire on you.
10) Critical ass (lets get some calculus in here )
Stage where your fabric can no longer contain the enormity of your ass
"Jesus, I can't zip up these jeans anymore - I've reached critical ass!"
11) Texpectation :
The eagerness of anticipation rushing when waiting for a response to a text message.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Labyrinth
Recently, when after a long time I sat down to think about my life, I realized I haven't been thinking much about my life. The once methodical, chalked out approach I had to my career and life has faded out. The transition has been pretty much intangible. I seem to have stopped thinking about important things; subsidiary thoughts have taken their place, enjoying larger time at the surface.
But then, I have been worrying less and taking things as they come, like a batsman playing each ball on merit, not knowing which way the ball will turn, relying merely on instinct. But a player has to play for a target- I feel a strong sense of a purpose missing somewhere- I wasn't a dabbler before. I am a person who always works by deadlines- getting things done just before deadlines gives you unparalleled joy- and when you take away deadlines from me- you steal that purpose, the sense of urgency.
Well, settling down in a new setting shouldn't take long- well physically it doesn't take long- your body adjusts well- but mentally it takes long-longer than you think you will take- longer than you realize, there is no indicator point over here. Time takes its own course, you cannot cheat it.
But then, I have been worrying less and taking things as they come, like a batsman playing each ball on merit, not knowing which way the ball will turn, relying merely on instinct. But a player has to play for a target- I feel a strong sense of a purpose missing somewhere- I wasn't a dabbler before. I am a person who always works by deadlines- getting things done just before deadlines gives you unparalleled joy- and when you take away deadlines from me- you steal that purpose, the sense of urgency.
Well, settling down in a new setting shouldn't take long- well physically it doesn't take long- your body adjusts well- but mentally it takes long-longer than you think you will take- longer than you realize, there is no indicator point over here. Time takes its own course, you cannot cheat it.
Monday, September 8, 2008
visual melodrama
The day I reached Mumbai, I was led into the master trap that Singh is King is a huge hit, a feel good film where everyone rolls on the floor laughing their ass off and a film with a heart.
I like films with heart (DDLJ, Dil, Dil Ek Mandir, Dil Samundar, Dil Darya, Dil pahaad etc...) so I went to see it with a nice mood and good hopes in my dil.
But What a Torture it turned out to be! A complete no-brainer film. I didnt even smile once-forget rolling on floor stuff. maybe the people were rolling in pain. Seeing Katrina trying to act was the only silver lining for me amidst the whole cacophanous battery of turban clad goons.
It just seemed like a relentless assault on my eyeballs and eardrums.
The supporting cast aggravates the irriating quotient of the movie.I barely remember how the movie ended-just wanted to be out of there as quick as possible. While leaving the place, I could see a guy shouting at the top of his voice such a horrible crap the movie was. Just outside, there was some news crew who coincidentally asked this same guy how the movie was and this guy (I'm sure he would do great in politics) answered with much delight that "Bahut accha saaf dil waala movie hai. Bahut comedy hai. Poora family baaju mein baithke dekh sakta hai "
I wanted to ask him," Bhaisaab- Dil kidhar dikha movie mein? kya dil waala?" Ye the U rating was the USP of the movie i guess. I hate such mentality. Deliberately giving wrong reviews.If their money is wasted, they'll make sure everyone's money goes down the drain.
Speaking of news channels, I am utterly absolutely thoroughly disgusted by the news channels. They are mainly relying on sensationalism and wasting important public time and mindspace.
Some scary pony tail bearded guy shouts frantically "Agar Chaen se sona hai Toh jaag jaaiye, Chaukanne ho jaiye"
Poori jagaah faila hai Maut Ka Nanga naach.
Naukar bacchon ka katil
Humaare samvaaddata Theek GHATNA STHAL pe maujood hai...jee ha GHATNA STHAL pe.
Kya aap Tak humaari awaaz pahuch paa rahi hai? Sampark Karna Mushkil hai
One dog gave birth to 4 headed puppy. It was aired on TV the entire day. "Ek baar fir dekhiye." Aiye hum aapko ek baar fir se dikhaate hai ". Ek baar fir. (After 50 times or so With dolby surround sound thunder drums effect.)
Ye exclusive tasveerein hai. 10 feet ki doori se"
Never seen before angle. View this from a different angle.
Nonsense-wtf..what has angle got to do with this?
Then the BAAP of all CRAP is Big Boss and other such reality shows. They handpick the most controversial characters in town and people watch these psuedo-celebrities go all crazy and bitchy. Why do you seek entertainment by exploiting the psychological breakdown of others?
There are hoardings all round the city screaming at you" Kya himmat dikhayegi Monica Bedi ya Toot Jaayegi?" Why do you have bet on somebody breaking down?The question I would like to ask is- Is there no pure form of entertainment any longer. ?
I like films with heart (DDLJ, Dil, Dil Ek Mandir, Dil Samundar, Dil Darya, Dil pahaad etc...) so I went to see it with a nice mood and good hopes in my dil.
But What a Torture it turned out to be! A complete no-brainer film. I didnt even smile once-forget rolling on floor stuff. maybe the people were rolling in pain. Seeing Katrina trying to act was the only silver lining for me amidst the whole cacophanous battery of turban clad goons.
It just seemed like a relentless assault on my eyeballs and eardrums.
The supporting cast aggravates the irriating quotient of the movie.I barely remember how the movie ended-just wanted to be out of there as quick as possible. While leaving the place, I could see a guy shouting at the top of his voice such a horrible crap the movie was. Just outside, there was some news crew who coincidentally asked this same guy how the movie was and this guy (I'm sure he would do great in politics) answered with much delight that "Bahut accha saaf dil waala movie hai. Bahut comedy hai. Poora family baaju mein baithke dekh sakta hai "
I wanted to ask him," Bhaisaab- Dil kidhar dikha movie mein? kya dil waala?" Ye the U rating was the USP of the movie i guess. I hate such mentality. Deliberately giving wrong reviews.If their money is wasted, they'll make sure everyone's money goes down the drain.
Speaking of news channels, I am utterly absolutely thoroughly disgusted by the news channels. They are mainly relying on sensationalism and wasting important public time and mindspace.
Some scary pony tail bearded guy shouts frantically "Agar Chaen se sona hai Toh jaag jaaiye, Chaukanne ho jaiye"
Poori jagaah faila hai Maut Ka Nanga naach.
Naukar bacchon ka katil
Humaare samvaaddata Theek GHATNA STHAL pe maujood hai...jee ha GHATNA STHAL pe.
Kya aap Tak humaari awaaz pahuch paa rahi hai? Sampark Karna Mushkil hai
One dog gave birth to 4 headed puppy. It was aired on TV the entire day. "Ek baar fir dekhiye." Aiye hum aapko ek baar fir se dikhaate hai ". Ek baar fir. (After 50 times or so With dolby surround sound thunder drums effect.)
Ye exclusive tasveerein hai. 10 feet ki doori se"
Never seen before angle. View this from a different angle.
Nonsense-wtf..what has angle got to do with this?
Then the BAAP of all CRAP is Big Boss and other such reality shows. They handpick the most controversial characters in town and people watch these psuedo-celebrities go all crazy and bitchy. Why do you seek entertainment by exploiting the psychological breakdown of others?
There are hoardings all round the city screaming at you" Kya himmat dikhayegi Monica Bedi ya Toot Jaayegi?" Why do you have bet on somebody breaking down?The question I would like to ask is- Is there no pure form of entertainment any longer. ?
Monday, August 18, 2008
Hair-Raising Story
My unsuccessful attempts in growing my hair.
attempt 1:
In India:- at end of engineering, the long break before I leave for cali
Long hair suddenly fascinates me. I suddenly want to get those long locks like John Abraham and Arjun Rampal. So what if I am a good 3-4 inches shorter in height than them and I can never grow those muscles. Growing hair is not rocket science. Its the easiest thing. Or so I felt then.
After two months of seeing my hair grow and ugly stares from Mom and lectures on being sober by Dad, I still resist. The mission was only half complete.I wanted those locks. But the curls and wavy nature of my hair bugs me, and it got real messy, so I thought of going to the salon to get it set properly with a nice IN hairstyle. I went to the expensive salon in vicinity. A female was ready with the scissors. I'd never had a female cut my hair before, so I was nervous then.
She asked me , What style do I want?
Behind, a female ready to get a haircut was explaining to her hairdresser.. layered cut, step till shoulder -then double layered or something like that. I was surprised that there can be such descriptions too. I was zero in hair-cutting terminology. I had always gone to the galli waala 20 rs modest cubicle and always told "Chhota Kaato Uncle". I didnt know anything else.
So when faced with the question- what style-, I didnt want to appear dumb by taking time. (Repuatation ka sawaala tha! :P) So , I answer, (as if it is reflex action) - "I'd like it short."
Yea..Harakiri.. Suicide.
And before I could collect my thoughts and change my mind, she used the machine right at the front and grazed off a meaty portion. Irreparable Damage had been done. I had left home a hero and returned back like a defeated soldier, head hung low. But I vowed, I'll be back with my long hair.
Attempt 2:
In USA now
No one to block my attempt now. The opinion of friends was divided whether long hair would suit me. Even it was zero FOR, I still had to do it. I had promised myself. I endured for more than 4 months. Day by day, the mop looked like uncut grass..dry and longish. Still, it was not long enough to be satisfactory for me. Again, I decided my hair needs to be set. This time, I will decide what I need to say. The mistake won't be repeated.
This time , I had to deal with a Chinese fem. I spoke slowly and asked her a couple of irrelevant questions. I needed to be absolutely sure if she understood English. She seemed fine, not great, but I was confident she could do a decent job. But, I overestimated. She cut it much more than I desired. Again, I was almost shattered. I felt like losing a limb. Worse, I had to give her a tip too.
Attempt 3
2 mnths after the previous attempt, when the length again looked luscious and full, I had to go back to India for a break. I decided-no haircuts-whatever they say. Mom n Dad didnt really say anything when they came to the airport. They were more than happy to have their son back.
But next day, when my mom was waking me up, she ran her fingers through my hair, and from her touch I could make out she wasnt happy.
So, it was time for another sacrifice. Went to the 20 rs stall (its 30 rs now). Same uncle. Hes been doing this all his life. "Uncle-chhota kaato" He did as instructed.
But my persistence hasnt faded just yet. A much stronger serious attempt is about to come. No female , no chinki can come in the way now!! No more setting now!
attempt 1:
In India:- at end of engineering, the long break before I leave for cali
Long hair suddenly fascinates me. I suddenly want to get those long locks like John Abraham and Arjun Rampal. So what if I am a good 3-4 inches shorter in height than them and I can never grow those muscles. Growing hair is not rocket science. Its the easiest thing. Or so I felt then.
After two months of seeing my hair grow and ugly stares from Mom and lectures on being sober by Dad, I still resist. The mission was only half complete.I wanted those locks. But the curls and wavy nature of my hair bugs me, and it got real messy, so I thought of going to the salon to get it set properly with a nice IN hairstyle. I went to the expensive salon in vicinity. A female was ready with the scissors. I'd never had a female cut my hair before, so I was nervous then.
She asked me , What style do I want?
Behind, a female ready to get a haircut was explaining to her hairdresser.. layered cut, step till shoulder -then double layered or something like that. I was surprised that there can be such descriptions too. I was zero in hair-cutting terminology. I had always gone to the galli waala 20 rs modest cubicle and always told "Chhota Kaato Uncle". I didnt know anything else.
So when faced with the question- what style-, I didnt want to appear dumb by taking time. (Repuatation ka sawaala tha! :P) So , I answer, (as if it is reflex action) - "I'd like it short."
Yea..Harakiri.. Suicide.
And before I could collect my thoughts and change my mind, she used the machine right at the front and grazed off a meaty portion. Irreparable Damage had been done. I had left home a hero and returned back like a defeated soldier, head hung low. But I vowed, I'll be back with my long hair.
Attempt 2:
In USA now
No one to block my attempt now. The opinion of friends was divided whether long hair would suit me. Even it was zero FOR, I still had to do it. I had promised myself. I endured for more than 4 months. Day by day, the mop looked like uncut grass..dry and longish. Still, it was not long enough to be satisfactory for me. Again, I decided my hair needs to be set. This time, I will decide what I need to say. The mistake won't be repeated.
This time , I had to deal with a Chinese fem. I spoke slowly and asked her a couple of irrelevant questions. I needed to be absolutely sure if she understood English. She seemed fine, not great, but I was confident she could do a decent job. But, I overestimated. She cut it much more than I desired. Again, I was almost shattered. I felt like losing a limb. Worse, I had to give her a tip too.
Attempt 3
2 mnths after the previous attempt, when the length again looked luscious and full, I had to go back to India for a break. I decided-no haircuts-whatever they say. Mom n Dad didnt really say anything when they came to the airport. They were more than happy to have their son back.
But next day, when my mom was waking me up, she ran her fingers through my hair, and from her touch I could make out she wasnt happy.
So, it was time for another sacrifice. Went to the 20 rs stall (its 30 rs now). Same uncle. Hes been doing this all his life. "Uncle-chhota kaato" He did as instructed.
But my persistence hasnt faded just yet. A much stronger serious attempt is about to come. No female , no chinki can come in the way now!! No more setting now!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
helllllos from Mumbaaaaii
Mumbai is advancing. People are getting sophisticated. I was sitting in an autorickshaw and experiencing a bumpy ride (monsoon season) .When the auto hit a bump more ferocious than the rest and the entire vehicle was in air for more than 3 seconds, the driver shouted out "Fuck!!" Last year, I remember, their warcry was always "Aichi/Aichya followed-by-something" :P
Their tastes are improving too. Atif is the new hero. He has totally replaced Himes Reshammiya.
Maybe they all like his "Dard waali awaaz" and it helps them reduce their dard.
I was unsure if the auto fares had changed, so after I reached, I asked "Kitna hua?"
He (driver) replied ," Minimum"
"Minimum kitna hota hai?? "
He looked at me with a mean look and shouted , "9 rupees" (He seemed sure that I was just acting and wasting his time and wanted to disrupt his pan-chewing ecstasy.
Seeing my California tan, folks back home (aunts and uncles) have seriously begin to doubt if I actually ever went to USA. They very strongly believe that when a person goes to USA, he always returns back atleast 2 shades fairer. It happened to my uncle too. (He lives in Chicago..where its freezing half the year ) I am sure they must be thinking I have tricked them all and instead doing manual labor work in Dubai or Kenya. I have instructed my parents to change their standard greeting dialogue from "Beta abroad gaya hai" to "Beta California gaya hai padhne".
I was subject to vertical scanning 4-5 times to observe the slightest change. No accent. No weight change. No appearance change. Only tan. Highly disappointing :P
Their tastes are improving too. Atif is the new hero. He has totally replaced Himes Reshammiya.
Maybe they all like his "Dard waali awaaz" and it helps them reduce their dard.
I was unsure if the auto fares had changed, so after I reached, I asked "Kitna hua?"
He (driver) replied ," Minimum"
"Minimum kitna hota hai?? "
He looked at me with a mean look and shouted , "9 rupees" (He seemed sure that I was just acting and wasting his time and wanted to disrupt his pan-chewing ecstasy.
Seeing my California tan, folks back home (aunts and uncles) have seriously begin to doubt if I actually ever went to USA. They very strongly believe that when a person goes to USA, he always returns back atleast 2 shades fairer. It happened to my uncle too. (He lives in Chicago..where its freezing half the year ) I am sure they must be thinking I have tricked them all and instead doing manual labor work in Dubai or Kenya. I have instructed my parents to change their standard greeting dialogue from "Beta abroad gaya hai" to "Beta California gaya hai padhne".
I was subject to vertical scanning 4-5 times to observe the slightest change. No accent. No weight change. No appearance change. Only tan. Highly disappointing :P
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Truly International Experience
As of today, I know at least some one and have interacted (for a brief time at least ) with people from following countries other than India
Pakistan
Sri Lanka
Iran
Lebanon
Israel
USA
Canada
Mexico
Puerto Rico
Brazil
Spain
France
Britain
Italy
Sweden
Norway
Russia
China
Korea
Myanmar
Thailand
Japan
Singapore
Bahrain
UAE
Kazakhistan
(Prominent countries missing from the list--Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Argentina and many others)
Cuisines I have tried--
Indian
American (?)
Thai
Chinese
Middle Eastern
Italian
Ethipian
so overall the international exposure hadnt been bad at all
Pakistan
Sri Lanka
Iran
Lebanon
Israel
USA
Canada
Mexico
Puerto Rico
Brazil
Spain
France
Britain
Italy
Sweden
Norway
Russia
China
Korea
Myanmar
Thailand
Japan
Singapore
Bahrain
UAE
Kazakhistan
(Prominent countries missing from the list--Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Argentina and many others)
Cuisines I have tried--
Indian
American (?)
Thai
Chinese
Middle Eastern
Italian
Ethipian
so overall the international exposure hadnt been bad at all
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Ideal Match
These days, people are asking me to send partner preferences in email. So, I wrote back the following for fun :
My astrologger told me girl's name will begin with X, but after searching for many years and also looking up telephone directory, I did not find any girl with X. So , I am now open to other letters of alphabet also,but X will be top preference.
So, my requiremts are very simple.
I want vERY simple and straight,but affectionated girl.She should have radiating personality.Should know Ramayana,Bhagwat Geeta and other homework by heart. I want girl with no drinks and has service. gavarment service prefered.garment will also do.In education life, she should not have got more than 2 ATKTs.
should be from respectful family.also ,she should be down in earth. She should be adjustable and respective to elderly people of my family.She should be well fitting in my large family.My would be should believe my parents are her parents. She should speak her mind frankily.She should be outgoing, outstanding but not outspeakin. She should have imaginary bend of mind. In hard time, should stand behind of me. She should have one brother and one sister. She should have visited foreign 3 times. Should like gajals and pankaj udaas.she should not cook very spicy food because otherwise i will have problems. sometimes she should be ruff tuff. Also I do not insist for daury but i will not refuse
I wonder why no one replied to me ever since. [:P][:P]
Dont blame me if ur grammar goes haywire after this post!
My astrologger told me girl's name will begin with X, but after searching for many years and also looking up telephone directory, I did not find any girl with X. So , I am now open to other letters of alphabet also,but X will be top preference.
So, my requiremts are very simple.
I want vERY simple and straight,but affectionated girl.She should have radiating personality.Should know Ramayana,Bhagwat Geeta and other homework by heart. I want girl with no drinks and has service. gavarment service prefered.garment will also do.In education life, she should not have got more than 2 ATKTs.
should be from respectful family.also ,she should be down in earth. She should be adjustable and respective to elderly people of my family.She should be well fitting in my large family.My would be should believe my parents are her parents. She should speak her mind frankily.She should be outgoing, outstanding but not outspeakin. She should have imaginary bend of mind. In hard time, should stand behind of me. She should have one brother and one sister. She should have visited foreign 3 times. Should like gajals and pankaj udaas.she should not cook very spicy food because otherwise i will have problems. sometimes she should be ruff tuff. Also I do not insist for daury but i will not refuse
I wonder why no one replied to me ever since. [:P][:P]
Dont blame me if ur grammar goes haywire after this post!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Woh Beetein Lamhein
I miss the autorickshaws of Mumbai- yes those noisy polluting damn things-even though the pesky drivers would spit 5 times in 1 minute all through out the road..as if to leave a trail for someone to follow, if their customer decides to murder them in a shady location.
Whatever be their religion, they believe in one common god, - Himesh reshammiya. oooooooooooooooooooo 13 13 13 surooooooooooooor.
I tried to increase my tolerance level many times, but in the end , i had to yield and say"Bhaisaab thoda volume kam karenge?" (this is hindi local euphemism for ' switch off ur crap') but the loser would just touch a finger to the volume button..
Bhaisaab aur kam karo . Still just a touch to volume button.
I always had to finally play the ring tone in my mobile phone and act as if i am getting an important call and speak in English.. "Yes okay so u can adjust the design parameters and increase the flow rate and control strategy, (I simply uttered some crap from my project)" , the volume would be really slow for 15 minutes, immediately as i get tired of babbling and end the CALL , the fellow,without fail turns back the volume and plays the same song again.)
The most irritating part was when you had to go urgently to some place 5 mins away by auto and the driver of the only auto in sight refused to take you there, but at the very next instant when a pretty girl , (or simply any girl) asked for the same location, the arrogant rascal would say in the most polite manner "Baithye Madam".
I remember running after an auto and shouting " Saale kameene , sirf ladkiyon ke liye hai kya Auto? Bahar board lagaaa naa...Streeyansathi (Ladies only ) . Ruk Complain karta hoon main " And he gave me the meanest scowl ever, and some profanities were hurled (only by his side). I wasn't smart enough then (or even now) to directly ask the girl if I could share the ride.
I miss the waiters of the local restaurants- universal epithet-Tambi- who would read out the Menu at 1000 words per minute. You could decipher only 3-4 coherent words in between and say "Haan, wohich leke aa fatafat garma garam "
I also miss bargaining with the roadside stalls for clothes on fashion street.
--Tshirt kitne ka?
-250. Best Quality
-- Ae, main Alibaag se aaya hai dikhta hai kya tereko?? 80 mein deta hai toh de warna hataa.
-- Kya boss, pet pe maaroge kya, nai tumhara nai mera ....seedha 180..
And so it continued.
Nearby the fashion street, going back to VT station (DN Road)was a pain. I always wonder , what they saw in my face, the porn CD sellers always haggled me.. Maybe they like teasing people who they know will never buy from them (Or so -I like to believe-) Mast hai sab, Desi hai.. French hai.. Ek baar leke dekho, kasam paida karne waale ki, every week aaoge. Cover toh dekho zara.. [:P] (Nautanki ppl-everyone of them)
I always simply muttered " Abey bola naaa, nai chahiye" and walk at a brisk pace, almost running
The train journey itself was pretty draining. It was a squeeze machine completely. It is like teaching practically a 7th standard student the concept of force and pressure . "Beta, isko pressure bolte hai"
Getting inside the train is a pain, getting out of it is also a pain. Its as if the Railway logo is "There is always space for one more".
Getting a picture taken at the photo studio was also 'fun'. The guy used to change the background cloth 5 times trying different colors. I was in line.. (3rd in line. There was an aunty in waiting before me, while I dont exactly remember whose pic was being taken. The aunty applied powder 10 times and combed her hair 6 times. After she had emptied one powder bottle, she was asking if there was another left. I actually wonder if she believed Michael Jackson actually became fair this way. :P
I really really wanted to go and tell her, "Kya Aunty, is umar mein itna natak., Are you getting your photo clicked for some modelling agency?" somehow I controlled my temptations.
Then my turn arrived.
'Zara left dekhna
I did
"Utna nai, thoda right..
I did
Arey ye toh pehle jahaa tha wahin aa gaya. fir se thoda left. Arrey itna nai, thoda ekdum thoda... Arrey baba, ab toh tum bilkul bhi nai hilaa rahe shakal. I was pretty bugged by then.
Arey Boss lena, I dont know how to turn my head with least count less than 1 degree. I am okay with slant pic, you dont worry.
He got pretty pissed off and muttered something like "Bhalai ka zamana hi nai" and clicked a pic and went away. When I got the output in my hands, lesson learnt ..Dont anger the guy that is going to take your picture.
I could recollect few experiences while going back the memory lane. I might put up some more in the future.
Whatever be their religion, they believe in one common god, - Himesh reshammiya. oooooooooooooooooooo 13 13 13 surooooooooooooor.
I tried to increase my tolerance level many times, but in the end , i had to yield and say"Bhaisaab thoda volume kam karenge?" (this is hindi local euphemism for ' switch off ur crap') but the loser would just touch a finger to the volume button..
Bhaisaab aur kam karo . Still just a touch to volume button.
I always had to finally play the ring tone in my mobile phone and act as if i am getting an important call and speak in English.. "Yes okay so u can adjust the design parameters and increase the flow rate and control strategy, (I simply uttered some crap from my project)" , the volume would be really slow for 15 minutes, immediately as i get tired of babbling and end the CALL , the fellow,without fail turns back the volume and plays the same song again.)
The most irritating part was when you had to go urgently to some place 5 mins away by auto and the driver of the only auto in sight refused to take you there, but at the very next instant when a pretty girl , (or simply any girl) asked for the same location, the arrogant rascal would say in the most polite manner "Baithye Madam".
I remember running after an auto and shouting " Saale kameene , sirf ladkiyon ke liye hai kya Auto? Bahar board lagaaa naa...Streeyansathi (Ladies only ) . Ruk Complain karta hoon main " And he gave me the meanest scowl ever, and some profanities were hurled (only by his side). I wasn't smart enough then (or even now) to directly ask the girl if I could share the ride.
I miss the waiters of the local restaurants- universal epithet-Tambi- who would read out the Menu at 1000 words per minute. You could decipher only 3-4 coherent words in between and say "Haan, wohich leke aa fatafat garma garam "
I also miss bargaining with the roadside stalls for clothes on fashion street.
--Tshirt kitne ka?
-250. Best Quality
-- Ae, main Alibaag se aaya hai dikhta hai kya tereko?? 80 mein deta hai toh de warna hataa.
-- Kya boss, pet pe maaroge kya, nai tumhara nai mera ....seedha 180..
And so it continued.
Nearby the fashion street, going back to VT station (DN Road)was a pain. I always wonder , what they saw in my face, the porn CD sellers always haggled me.. Maybe they like teasing people who they know will never buy from them (Or so -I like to believe-) Mast hai sab, Desi hai.. French hai.. Ek baar leke dekho, kasam paida karne waale ki, every week aaoge. Cover toh dekho zara.. [:P] (Nautanki ppl-everyone of them)
I always simply muttered " Abey bola naaa, nai chahiye" and walk at a brisk pace, almost running
The train journey itself was pretty draining. It was a squeeze machine completely. It is like teaching practically a 7th standard student the concept of force and pressure . "Beta, isko pressure bolte hai"
Getting inside the train is a pain, getting out of it is also a pain. Its as if the Railway logo is "There is always space for one more".
Getting a picture taken at the photo studio was also 'fun'. The guy used to change the background cloth 5 times trying different colors. I was in line.. (3rd in line. There was an aunty in waiting before me, while I dont exactly remember whose pic was being taken. The aunty applied powder 10 times and combed her hair 6 times. After she had emptied one powder bottle, she was asking if there was another left. I actually wonder if she believed Michael Jackson actually became fair this way. :P
I really really wanted to go and tell her, "Kya Aunty, is umar mein itna natak., Are you getting your photo clicked for some modelling agency?" somehow I controlled my temptations.
Then my turn arrived.
'Zara left dekhna
I did
"Utna nai, thoda right..
I did
Arey ye toh pehle jahaa tha wahin aa gaya. fir se thoda left. Arrey itna nai, thoda ekdum thoda... Arrey baba, ab toh tum bilkul bhi nai hilaa rahe shakal. I was pretty bugged by then.
Arey Boss lena, I dont know how to turn my head with least count less than 1 degree. I am okay with slant pic, you dont worry.
He got pretty pissed off and muttered something like "Bhalai ka zamana hi nai" and clicked a pic and went away. When I got the output in my hands, lesson learnt ..Dont anger the guy that is going to take your picture.
I could recollect few experiences while going back the memory lane. I might put up some more in the future.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Just because I wanted to write something!!!!
Sometimes I feel I have no emotions! -- And many people would readily agree with that...
Sometimes I feel I am very sensitive.-- Issues that don't deserve to be on my mind more than 2 minutes ,linger for hours. I can feel the pain, as if my heart tissue is being scraped by someone's long nails.
Few people know this side of me. It is precisely to avoid projecting this (weak) sensitive side, my brain has trained itself to promote the other image-the uncaring, unemotional, indifferent persona.
I have quite settled down with this duplicitous personality, mostly unaware of its existence.
I have realised, with experience, that the world is a fighting ground, you get no second chances. There are no free lunches anywhere. Very few people really care for you in this world, and I sincerely wish to acknowledge and reciprocate the cares of these people. Then I wonder why I left those many people who cared for me and travelled thousands of miles into wilderness-where people don't really care how you are doing-but will ask you this 5 times in a day, - where people don't give a damn for your life-but will ask you 'Howz it going' 10 times. To many, you are just another loser guy who will take away their job in few years time. Not everyone has this attitude though.,some people truly are nice, and in these people you find the real experience and joy of studying or working abroad. They embrace you into their culture with open arms and genuinely wish to know about your culture. I wish the world had only such people.
The answer to that question(yes -the question was- why come here?) is not simple-- Sometimes in life, when life is going too fast, you need to take off some time for yourself, gauge and collect your inner thoughts and be strong and independent. You have to take your life in your own hands, take some decisions. Live for yourself, just because you want to do something... Don't do anything because you want to impress others or to project a successful image, but to realize your inner potential and get lost in your thoughts. Pursue hobbies, find release from your cares. Feel the vacuum. 'Comfortably numb'- Yes thats what it is. Who needs drugs? Psychedelic experiences are all around you, just waiting to be unraveled.
(This entry has been written in complete sanity, however unlikely that may seem :P)
Sometimes I feel I am very sensitive.-- Issues that don't deserve to be on my mind more than 2 minutes ,linger for hours. I can feel the pain, as if my heart tissue is being scraped by someone's long nails.
Few people know this side of me. It is precisely to avoid projecting this (weak) sensitive side, my brain has trained itself to promote the other image-the uncaring, unemotional, indifferent persona.
I have quite settled down with this duplicitous personality, mostly unaware of its existence.
I have realised, with experience, that the world is a fighting ground, you get no second chances. There are no free lunches anywhere. Very few people really care for you in this world, and I sincerely wish to acknowledge and reciprocate the cares of these people. Then I wonder why I left those many people who cared for me and travelled thousands of miles into wilderness-where people don't really care how you are doing-but will ask you this 5 times in a day, - where people don't give a damn for your life-but will ask you 'Howz it going' 10 times. To many, you are just another loser guy who will take away their job in few years time. Not everyone has this attitude though.,some people truly are nice, and in these people you find the real experience and joy of studying or working abroad. They embrace you into their culture with open arms and genuinely wish to know about your culture. I wish the world had only such people.
The answer to that question(yes -the question was- why come here?) is not simple-- Sometimes in life, when life is going too fast, you need to take off some time for yourself, gauge and collect your inner thoughts and be strong and independent. You have to take your life in your own hands, take some decisions. Live for yourself, just because you want to do something... Don't do anything because you want to impress others or to project a successful image, but to realize your inner potential and get lost in your thoughts. Pursue hobbies, find release from your cares. Feel the vacuum. 'Comfortably numb'- Yes thats what it is. Who needs drugs? Psychedelic experiences are all around you, just waiting to be unraveled.
(This entry has been written in complete sanity, however unlikely that may seem :P)
Sunday, March 9, 2008
HIGH hOPES
A bad day. A bad start. A bad follow-up to the bad start.
No worse way to continue than to spend the whole day wishing for the "almost impossible+ highly improbable " to happen.
Seeing the graph of Hope fall down close to zero in a hyperbolic manner.
Then blaming oneself for having false hopes in the first place.
Why does the switch of the Common Sense flip to the Off position in this matter?
Common sense is highly uncommon.
Frustration piles up when it dawns how close it was.. A miss by an inch, is miss by a mile.
A douchebag I was ;, I am.
I see a distorted image of myself in the mirror. Is this what I have become? I wasn't like this sometime back. Am I trying to sneak within a mask?Or is the mask taking over me without my permission?
This is not my cuppa tea. This is not the place where I park my car.
I better go back to what I am best known for-which again is what I have lost track of.
Higher the hopes, greater the fall.
So do I stop hoping?
Is a rosy world full of dreams better or a stark pragmatic threatening one?
No worse way to continue than to spend the whole day wishing for the "almost impossible+ highly improbable " to happen.
Seeing the graph of Hope fall down close to zero in a hyperbolic manner.
Then blaming oneself for having false hopes in the first place.
Why does the switch of the Common Sense flip to the Off position in this matter?
Common sense is highly uncommon.
Frustration piles up when it dawns how close it was.. A miss by an inch, is miss by a mile.
A douchebag I was ;, I am.
I see a distorted image of myself in the mirror. Is this what I have become? I wasn't like this sometime back. Am I trying to sneak within a mask?Or is the mask taking over me without my permission?
This is not my cuppa tea. This is not the place where I park my car.
I better go back to what I am best known for-which again is what I have lost track of.
Higher the hopes, greater the fall.
So do I stop hoping?
Is a rosy world full of dreams better or a stark pragmatic threatening one?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Dizzy Depths
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
My heart pushes for it, but the mind won't
Engulfed by confusion, haze of distance
A constant reiteration, its not just an instance.
Clouds of doubt hover above my sky,
A quiver of rising pain, I cannot deny.
Few moments of joy, anguish for weeks.
Was it all pure sizzle and no steak?
After every dark night comes the overpowering day
I wait for the crack of dawn and the glimmering ray.
Till then hold on the grip and let not the fingertips slip.
Calm seas never maketh goood sailors
And its nights like these that make days more precious
My heart pushes for it, but the mind won't
Engulfed by confusion, haze of distance
A constant reiteration, its not just an instance.
Clouds of doubt hover above my sky,
A quiver of rising pain, I cannot deny.
Few moments of joy, anguish for weeks.
Was it all pure sizzle and no steak?
After every dark night comes the overpowering day
I wait for the crack of dawn and the glimmering ray.
Till then hold on the grip and let not the fingertips slip.
Calm seas never maketh goood sailors
And its nights like these that make days more precious
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Revival
Just when my flickering flame of hope was about to die out, You give it a steady strength again.
You restore my Faith time and again. I asked, You delivered. The delay tested my patience, but the event wipes it all away. Now its my turn for Payback. My part of the deal. A tough daunting task, but easy targets never have any charm.
You restore my Faith time and again. I asked, You delivered. The delay tested my patience, but the event wipes it all away. Now its my turn for Payback. My part of the deal. A tough daunting task, but easy targets never have any charm.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Breaking news!
This is the level of news these days!
500 people die of cold every year, bloody no one bothers.....
Mujhe bhi thand lagti hai..., no one bothers
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Comfortably Numb
A sudden gleam of insight
I soar into a rosy zone of contemplation.
Think about the sickening contrasts and diabolic ironies of life
Grapple with skirmishes and retreats of conscience.
Lost in a delirious wonder
Distant melody absorbs me.
Different array of thoughts as evanescent as bubbles
New dreams began to take wing in imagination
Precipitated into mysterious depths of nothingness
Rudely reminded of life's serious issues
Stirred back to REALITY
Q:Does this happen to anyone anytime???
I soar into a rosy zone of contemplation.
Think about the sickening contrasts and diabolic ironies of life
Grapple with skirmishes and retreats of conscience.
Lost in a delirious wonder
Distant melody absorbs me.
Different array of thoughts as evanescent as bubbles
New dreams began to take wing in imagination
Precipitated into mysterious depths of nothingness
Rudely reminded of life's serious issues
Stirred back to REALITY
Q:Does this happen to anyone anytime???
Sunday, January 27, 2008
TNT for my brain.
You make all my efforts go in vain
I feel bound though there is no chain
This is some kind of different pain
You are, I guess, TNT for my Brain.
I see that you know your game well
You make emotions and passions swell
Like a charm you make me follow you
The flashes of you are like some permanent glue
My mind no longer serene and tranquil
Now you seem to be ready for the kill.
My heart is brittle and my mind naive
So I'm an easy target as you would crave.
I maybe a novice in this game,but
I have the knack of learning quick,
I got few aces up my sleeve.
So you gotta deal with my restraining trick.
I won't let you invade my domain,
I won't let make my focus drain,
I'll fight and I will refrain,
I won't let you be TNT for my brain.
(P.S For the uninitiated, TNT= trinitrotoluene, most dangerous explosive)
I feel bound though there is no chain
This is some kind of different pain
You are, I guess, TNT for my Brain.
I see that you know your game well
You make emotions and passions swell
Like a charm you make me follow you
The flashes of you are like some permanent glue
My mind no longer serene and tranquil
Now you seem to be ready for the kill.
My heart is brittle and my mind naive
So I'm an easy target as you would crave.
I maybe a novice in this game,but
I have the knack of learning quick,
I got few aces up my sleeve.
So you gotta deal with my restraining trick.
I won't let you invade my domain,
I won't let make my focus drain,
I'll fight and I will refrain,
I won't let you be TNT for my brain.
(P.S For the uninitiated, TNT= trinitrotoluene, most dangerous explosive)
Monday, January 21, 2008
nice guys
I was hearing the song "I can be your BAD BOY", which got me thinking about the absolute injustice meted out to all the nice guys in the world by the DEAR LADIES, and I remembered reading a masterpiece on this topic long back and so I'll let the master do all the talking. I agree and identify with each word on it!
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Three is a crowd??
Ok..This post will be much shorter than the previous ones, I promise.
Whenever I have visited a nightclub/disco, I happen to catch a glimpse of an interesting kind of species---The single friend (He/She) of a Dating Couple.
Aisa bhi hota hai kya? Yes , of course.. The single guy/gal enters with them for want of a ride to a happening place where he/she can find some arm candy or at least eye candy.
So they are a close threesome till some 2-3 drinks enter their system. Then the system shows reactions and side reactions. The couple starts making out and conveniently forgets or regrets the idea that the single friend is around. So what is kind of humorous is the look on the single guy/girl's face. He/she tries to loiter around nearby the couple trying to be invisible, keeping a little safe distance to avoid being called as the Haddi to Their Kabaab. (Look for some other Shabaab, dear :P)
What takes the cake is that at regular intervals, when the couple takes a "breathing break" from the lip locks and fondling , the couple pops up the question to the friend, "Hope you are having fun".!
Whenever I have visited a nightclub/disco, I happen to catch a glimpse of an interesting kind of species---The single friend (He/She) of a Dating Couple.
Aisa bhi hota hai kya? Yes , of course.. The single guy/gal enters with them for want of a ride to a happening place where he/she can find some arm candy or at least eye candy.
So they are a close threesome till some 2-3 drinks enter their system. Then the system shows reactions and side reactions. The couple starts making out and conveniently forgets or regrets the idea that the single friend is around. So what is kind of humorous is the look on the single guy/girl's face. He/she tries to loiter around nearby the couple trying to be invisible, keeping a little safe distance to avoid being called as the Haddi to Their Kabaab. (Look for some other Shabaab, dear :P)
What takes the cake is that at regular intervals, when the couple takes a "breathing break" from the lip locks and fondling , the couple pops up the question to the friend, "Hope you are having fun".!
Useful Gyaan!
Finally thought of something interesting to blog on ! Relationships! Men and Women!
How to always keep your Girlfriend/Wife happy! Mystery that no man has ever solved!
Simple must-know must-follow rules for men!
1)Always praise what she cooks! Cooking to women is like sex to men. Even if they miserably suck at it - they never want to know that piece of info! :P
On top of it, mark your face., keep it pleasant while you are eating, even if the food is uneatable, never make a yucky face! Thou shalt be doomed then! Never give excuses of overeating/stomach upset even if you actually have one. These are taken to be that the food is bad and she will lose her temper that you can't even point it out to her! But no! never say the food is BAD! use your presence of mind to bail out of the situation! "Darling, I like the way you do things YOUR way! the salt in gulab jamun gives it a totally different taste (and no tension of diabetes too) and don't let her catch any hint of sarcasm in it!
2) Never praise someone else's girlfriend/wife. "Wasn't Sheena looking gorgeous in that red top?"
---"You bloody (^*&something something...my blog is read by under 21 too :P), I always knew you had an eye on her! Why don't you be with her only then?"
So even if she pops the question, " wasn;t she looking gorgeous?" , best answer is ,"Really?(With just the right amount of surprise and innocence..overacting can screw your case), didnt really notice..Good for her and Rahul (her BF)"
If you are committed, you are like a horse with a blinder! Looking left and right is strictly not allowed!
3)V Imp Rule : Never, Never Under any circumstances give any indication to her that she is getting fatter. Even if the car has no space for you to sit inside, its never her fault. If she asks you the question, show concern and answer, "Oh my God, what made you think that?"
Some other indications of trouble in the kingdom!
Imp word:FINE;;
Never use this word to describe how she looks. This word is always used to end an argument and has to be used by her only at the end..
Imp Signal/Gesture:
Loud Sigh:
She thinks wtf she is doing with a complete jackass like you
Soft Sigh:
This is the most mis-understood ones because it is so rare in occurrence: This means, SOMEHOW she is content at the moment..the conditions are ideal and you should not say a word, or even breathe to displace the dynamics of the moment.
So, the conclusion to be drawn is :
!) She is always right!
2)You are always sorry!
(*For people wondering where I get this Gyan from, ...Keep Wondering! )
How to always keep your Girlfriend/Wife happy! Mystery that no man has ever solved!
Simple must-know must-follow rules for men!
1)Always praise what she cooks! Cooking to women is like sex to men. Even if they miserably suck at it - they never want to know that piece of info! :P
On top of it, mark your face., keep it pleasant while you are eating, even if the food is uneatable, never make a yucky face! Thou shalt be doomed then! Never give excuses of overeating/stomach upset even if you actually have one. These are taken to be that the food is bad and she will lose her temper that you can't even point it out to her! But no! never say the food is BAD! use your presence of mind to bail out of the situation! "Darling, I like the way you do things YOUR way! the salt in gulab jamun gives it a totally different taste (and no tension of diabetes too) and don't let her catch any hint of sarcasm in it!
2) Never praise someone else's girlfriend/wife. "Wasn't Sheena looking gorgeous in that red top?"
---"You bloody (^*&something something...my blog is read by under 21 too :P), I always knew you had an eye on her! Why don't you be with her only then?"
So even if she pops the question, " wasn;t she looking gorgeous?" , best answer is ,"Really?(With just the right amount of surprise and innocence..overacting can screw your case), didnt really notice..Good for her and Rahul (her BF)"
If you are committed, you are like a horse with a blinder! Looking left and right is strictly not allowed!
3)V Imp Rule : Never, Never Under any circumstances give any indication to her that she is getting fatter. Even if the car has no space for you to sit inside, its never her fault. If she asks you the question, show concern and answer, "Oh my God, what made you think that?"
Some other indications of trouble in the kingdom!
Imp word:FINE;;
Never use this word to describe how she looks. This word is always used to end an argument and has to be used by her only at the end..
Imp Signal/Gesture:
Loud Sigh:
She thinks wtf she is doing with a complete jackass like you
Soft Sigh:
This is the most mis-understood ones because it is so rare in occurrence: This means, SOMEHOW she is content at the moment..the conditions are ideal and you should not say a word, or even breathe to displace the dynamics of the moment.
So, the conclusion to be drawn is :
!) She is always right!
2)You are always sorry!
(*For people wondering where I get this Gyan from, ...Keep Wondering! )
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Learning to fly
All around me I see only black,
Stretched to limit of no turning back,
A fatal attraction holding me fast,
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
I came with a desire for something,
Paid no heed to the noble warning,
I thought I thought of everything,
But obviously I was missing something.
No navigator to guide me back home,
Here I stand, I stand all alone.
A troubled soul, I'm just learning to fly,
Unknown world, but I'm determined to try
I have led myself to self-destruction,
And now I look for self-redemption.
The world, for me now, is not here
And so my friends, I disappear.
After some time, I will resurface,
When time is good to show my face.
A troubled soul, I'm just learning to fly
Unknown world, but I'm determined to try.
(......inspired in parts by the music I listen to)
Stretched to limit of no turning back,
A fatal attraction holding me fast,
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
I came with a desire for something,
Paid no heed to the noble warning,
I thought I thought of everything,
But obviously I was missing something.
No navigator to guide me back home,
Here I stand, I stand all alone.
A troubled soul, I'm just learning to fly,
Unknown world, but I'm determined to try
I have led myself to self-destruction,
And now I look for self-redemption.
The world, for me now, is not here
And so my friends, I disappear.
After some time, I will resurface,
When time is good to show my face.
A troubled soul, I'm just learning to fly
Unknown world, but I'm determined to try.
(......inspired in parts by the music I listen to)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Humaari Adhoori Kahani!
Disclaimer:: Following is pure fiction:----
Ring of the Alarm! I woke up hastily! Another hopeful day!
I had checked my "Today's Fortune section" in the midnight itself
"If your desires are not extravagant, they will be fulfilled" Yay! .Today's going to be my lucky day!
I need to make some 'progress' today!
Those days I was young! I mean, I still am (gabru jawan! :D) but 3-4 years back I was younger! Those were good old lovely days. Life had so much more charm then. And this was one of those days entrenched in memory!
Back to flashback (:P)
I got on to the bus. I waited nervously for her to get on the bus. Her stop would be here any moment, what am I going to say? What if I make a fool of myself? Would she have ever noticed me? I don't even know her name!
Interruption of thoughts! Bus stop! Her Stop!
I was among the standing passengers! You need to be blessed to get a chance to get a seat inside the Bombay BEST bus. I see her coming.! Good thing! No-bad thing! Increase of heart beats! Exponential rate of increase! She stands next to be! Sign from above- I am sure . (Above=heaven in case anyone didnt get it )
God, or cupid is on my side today!
She looked at me for a second. I glanced away immediately conscious of myself..! Bad Start!
She came, she saw, she conquered!
5 minutes passed, me-thinking what to say..
Hellos of various decibels competing inside me!
..Will my voice desert me if I speak? What will surrounding people think if she is rude or says she doesnt like talking to strangers? I have a reputation to keep, in the bus . I take the same bus everyday! Bhaari insult ho jaayega!!
Counter-opinion. Dont take tension! Simple hai! Hello hi toh bol raha hai! I love you thodi bol rahaa hai boss! . yes perfect logic. No one minds short random conversation.
I take one step closer. Taking three deep breaths and bhagwaan ka naam leke, I managed a big smile and said "Hi" . (My smile was so big and forced it was almost a wicked grin) . She smiled back and said "Hi". Step one successful. greetings exchanged. ice broken, Now what next?
Yea name of course. I introduced myself. name and college name. She did the same ! Now i know her name! Nice name to go with a nice face! "I have seen you many times in the bus and was just wondering which college you go to ! Half an hour standing in the bus can be extremely boring without some good company! " She said" I knowwww, ! you can't even read books when you are standing in the bus in this crowd"
I looked in her eyes when she was talking to me!
Her eyes spoke a thousand words! Unmoving, still, solemn, yet full of life!
She must have caught me staring! But slowly , I let my eyes wander somewhere else careful enough not to steal away the glance. She was about to say something. I didn't want her to. There was so much substance in the silence, I didn't want it to end! She asked me if I knew this some guy who was in the same class as me! I actually did and was on good terms with him! So , finally , we have a common friend! "The next stop is mine," she said.
Ouch! Then she smiled again and told me it was nice meeting me. "The pleasure is all mine" I don't know how much she meant her words. But My words had 1000 % truth in it! She got off after a handshake..and it was my best hand-shake ..lol..
The day in college after that didn;t have any meaning then. I was mentally absent!. Caan't wait for tomorrow then!
(to be continued......)
Ring of the Alarm! I woke up hastily! Another hopeful day!
I had checked my "Today's Fortune section" in the midnight itself
"If your desires are not extravagant, they will be fulfilled" Yay! .Today's going to be my lucky day!
I need to make some 'progress' today!
Those days I was young! I mean, I still am (gabru jawan! :D) but 3-4 years back I was younger! Those were good old lovely days. Life had so much more charm then. And this was one of those days entrenched in memory!
Back to flashback (:P)
I got on to the bus. I waited nervously for her to get on the bus. Her stop would be here any moment, what am I going to say? What if I make a fool of myself? Would she have ever noticed me? I don't even know her name!
Interruption of thoughts! Bus stop! Her Stop!
I was among the standing passengers! You need to be blessed to get a chance to get a seat inside the Bombay BEST bus. I see her coming.! Good thing! No-bad thing! Increase of heart beats! Exponential rate of increase! She stands next to be! Sign from above- I am sure . (Above=heaven in case anyone didnt get it )
God, or cupid is on my side today!
She looked at me for a second. I glanced away immediately conscious of myself..! Bad Start!
She came, she saw, she conquered!
5 minutes passed, me-thinking what to say..
Hellos of various decibels competing inside me!
..Will my voice desert me if I speak? What will surrounding people think if she is rude or says she doesnt like talking to strangers? I have a reputation to keep, in the bus . I take the same bus everyday! Bhaari insult ho jaayega!!
Counter-opinion. Dont take tension! Simple hai! Hello hi toh bol raha hai! I love you thodi bol rahaa hai boss! . yes perfect logic. No one minds short random conversation.
I take one step closer. Taking three deep breaths and bhagwaan ka naam leke, I managed a big smile and said "Hi" . (My smile was so big and forced it was almost a wicked grin) . She smiled back and said "Hi". Step one successful. greetings exchanged. ice broken, Now what next?
Yea name of course. I introduced myself. name and college name. She did the same ! Now i know her name! Nice name to go with a nice face! "I have seen you many times in the bus and was just wondering which college you go to ! Half an hour standing in the bus can be extremely boring without some good company! " She said" I knowwww, ! you can't even read books when you are standing in the bus in this crowd"
I looked in her eyes when she was talking to me!
Her eyes spoke a thousand words! Unmoving, still, solemn, yet full of life!
She must have caught me staring! But slowly , I let my eyes wander somewhere else careful enough not to steal away the glance. She was about to say something. I didn't want her to. There was so much substance in the silence, I didn't want it to end! She asked me if I knew this some guy who was in the same class as me! I actually did and was on good terms with him! So , finally , we have a common friend! "The next stop is mine," she said.
Ouch! Then she smiled again and told me it was nice meeting me. "The pleasure is all mine" I don't know how much she meant her words. But My words had 1000 % truth in it! She got off after a handshake..and it was my best hand-shake ..lol..
The day in college after that didn;t have any meaning then. I was mentally absent!. Caan't wait for tomorrow then!
(to be continued......)
Woh LAmHe!
The real challenge is not in understanding others., but to understand oneself.!
What thoughts your mind can turn up sometimes can be fantastically baffling.
After half an hour of random wondering, have you ever tried linking the thoughts backwards? Complete reverse order.? Getting to the starting point of your train of thoughts! It was my favorite pastime as a child, as weird as it sounds.
As Wordsworth says,
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
"It flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude!
I want those days back when I used to enjoy my time, when I did not have a constant fear that time is slipping away!
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The days of wonder
Someone, do me a favor, Give me my old days back!!
What thoughts your mind can turn up sometimes can be fantastically baffling.
After half an hour of random wondering, have you ever tried linking the thoughts backwards? Complete reverse order.? Getting to the starting point of your train of thoughts! It was my favorite pastime as a child, as weird as it sounds.
As Wordsworth says,
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
"It flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude!
I want those days back when I used to enjoy my time, when I did not have a constant fear that time is slipping away!
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The days of wonder
Someone, do me a favor, Give me my old days back!!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
desi romeos revisited
Clarification..The idea/theme is an old one but I try to modify the events/details as I see in my surroundings here.
Men will be men. Whatever you do ..like a dog's tail. It is in the blood. In the veins.
Romeogiri zindabad! Classification is complex depending on what basis you choose ,but the underlying methodology is the same! The brotherhood of the Desi Romeos is strong!
1) Recruiting Agent!
Favorite pick-up Line: I'm Dr Stranburg's RA.
He uses his academic clout to win over the innocent girls. He's been working with the well funded prof for 2-3 years and whose research group is activelt sought by the innocent freshers.
He gives valuable TIPS to the female prospective students, helps them in their work, promising recommendations to the prof (no one actually knows what say he has in the decision process)
2) The Dance Master
He's The shady groper.
Favorite Pick-up line..: Would you like to join Dance class with me ?
The most common kind : Downright cheesy.. Ulterior motive is to grope and fondle forbidden flesh.
He visits all dance parties. even the fresher orientation parties, targets few soft targets who look ready to burn the dance floor and starts wielding what he thinks is his magic. The guy then starts out for a full quarter/semester of "sinister fun" just for few bucks of registration fees. Obviously , on top of it , he makes it sure to convince her that :a) He has a passion for dance thats why he is taking the course b) She dances really well that is why its more fun for him
His popularity soars among his jealous friends and the poor girl gets bracketed in the Vulnerable or FAST category.
3) The chauffeur
" I am going to K-mart/Costco
want a ride?"
His major claim to fame is he has a car and that , acoording to him, is enough reason to win hearts over. He will initially claim that one seat is vacant (giving the VICTIM reassurance that other people are present then make some excuses about last minute drift of plans)
The Long Distance version of the chauffeur is "I am going to Bay Area"( 5 hr ride)
My times are flexible .
The add-on variety is one who has super stereo system and tries to woo using his music taste.
4)The Movie Champ
Hey..Lets watch this latest blockbuster on my DVD player.
He has no car. can't dance. no RA too..but he has the DVD player, which helps him have female guests over at his place well past midnight.
He changes into his lungi (or shorts) sits comfortably and tries to attack using his movie prowess.
"you know , I have seen that movie 10 times."
-- (Frankly, my dear, I dont give a damn. Keep your mouth shut while I watch the movie for free)
5) The firang-gf DUDE
"Hi. This is Jeniffer, My date"
Hes managed to patao a gori/firang dont know how. maybe the above tricks or anyways getting hold of a dumb blonde for 2 months does not take too much brains.
He is famous in the campus and looked on with respect."saale ne firang pakad li yaar"
"Lucky guy.. must be having fun so many times."
He dreams of getting a green card earlier through her. Tries convincing everyone that hes the first guy in her life, and somehow believes this himself too..
6) The tourist guide
"Last summer when I was in Vegas/NY/ florida"
Goes on bragging about his trips...thinks that will make him cool among the girls.. Goes by hitching a ride but brags about hiking up the mountains..again to build up that macho-image
Uses visual aids too... "This pic is of me standing in front to the Universal Studios. I saw George Clooney when I was there. Not the wax , the real one dammit"
7) The Father Figure
"No No , Main Uncle nahi hoon. Its only my 7th year here. Somehow I chose to stay here I m going to do my PhD till I get my noble Prize,( or my financial aid stops.)"
Hes on good platonic relationships with many ladies. On great terms with the veteran desi females which make the newbie girls comfortable being with him. He is the sadda GENTLEMAN
, trustworthy and helpful. He walks home girls on rainy days (has umbrella handy) Does not risk trying anything . his reputation tooks year to build. Dreams of a different raunchy world.
8)The IIT-ian
" I am from IIT B/M/K/D. I was 19th in JEE"
still believes his undergrad school can woo people.. wow iit ka bandaa hai
Always starts his line with.. jab mein insti mein thaa...
wears his old iit tshirt, and still uses the iit lingo
9) The geeky techie
"The digital asynchronous circuit put into transistor will work with analogous frequency and short up the power so you need to work in the gamma mode."
This guy has no major success except with newbies who want to get that doubts solved. The question is answered and the chapter is closed. No progress..
This is your encyclopedia on the majnu/romeo u find in grad school... no reference to any person dead or living :P
Men will be men. Whatever you do ..like a dog's tail. It is in the blood. In the veins.
Romeogiri zindabad! Classification is complex depending on what basis you choose ,but the underlying methodology is the same! The brotherhood of the Desi Romeos is strong!
1) Recruiting Agent!
Favorite pick-up Line: I'm Dr Stranburg's RA.
He uses his academic clout to win over the innocent girls. He's been working with the well funded prof for 2-3 years and whose research group is activelt sought by the innocent freshers.
He gives valuable TIPS to the female prospective students, helps them in their work, promising recommendations to the prof (no one actually knows what say he has in the decision process)
2) The Dance Master
He's The shady groper.
Favorite Pick-up line..: Would you like to join Dance class with me ?
The most common kind : Downright cheesy.. Ulterior motive is to grope and fondle forbidden flesh.
He visits all dance parties. even the fresher orientation parties, targets few soft targets who look ready to burn the dance floor and starts wielding what he thinks is his magic. The guy then starts out for a full quarter/semester of "sinister fun" just for few bucks of registration fees. Obviously , on top of it , he makes it sure to convince her that :a) He has a passion for dance thats why he is taking the course b) She dances really well that is why its more fun for him
His popularity soars among his jealous friends and the poor girl gets bracketed in the Vulnerable or FAST category.
3) The chauffeur
" I am going to K-mart/Costco
want a ride?"
His major claim to fame is he has a car and that , acoording to him, is enough reason to win hearts over. He will initially claim that one seat is vacant (giving the VICTIM reassurance that other people are present then make some excuses about last minute drift of plans)
The Long Distance version of the chauffeur is "I am going to Bay Area"( 5 hr ride)
My times are flexible .
The add-on variety is one who has super stereo system and tries to woo using his music taste.
4)The Movie Champ
Hey..Lets watch this latest blockbuster on my DVD player.
He has no car. can't dance. no RA too..but he has the DVD player, which helps him have female guests over at his place well past midnight.
He changes into his lungi (or shorts) sits comfortably and tries to attack using his movie prowess.
"you know , I have seen that movie 10 times."
-- (Frankly, my dear, I dont give a damn. Keep your mouth shut while I watch the movie for free)
5) The firang-gf DUDE
"Hi. This is Jeniffer, My date"
Hes managed to patao a gori/firang dont know how. maybe the above tricks or anyways getting hold of a dumb blonde for 2 months does not take too much brains.
He is famous in the campus and looked on with respect."saale ne firang pakad li yaar"
"Lucky guy.. must be having fun so many times."
He dreams of getting a green card earlier through her. Tries convincing everyone that hes the first guy in her life, and somehow believes this himself too..
6) The tourist guide
"Last summer when I was in Vegas/NY/ florida"
Goes on bragging about his trips...thinks that will make him cool among the girls.. Goes by hitching a ride but brags about hiking up the mountains..again to build up that macho-image
Uses visual aids too... "This pic is of me standing in front to the Universal Studios. I saw George Clooney when I was there. Not the wax , the real one dammit"
7) The Father Figure
"No No , Main Uncle nahi hoon. Its only my 7th year here. Somehow I chose to stay here I m going to do my PhD till I get my noble Prize,( or my financial aid stops.)"
Hes on good platonic relationships with many ladies. On great terms with the veteran desi females which make the newbie girls comfortable being with him. He is the sadda GENTLEMAN
, trustworthy and helpful. He walks home girls on rainy days (has umbrella handy) Does not risk trying anything . his reputation tooks year to build. Dreams of a different raunchy world.
8)The IIT-ian
" I am from IIT B/M/K/D. I was 19th in JEE"
still believes his undergrad school can woo people.. wow iit ka bandaa hai
Always starts his line with.. jab mein insti mein thaa...
wears his old iit tshirt, and still uses the iit lingo
9) The geeky techie
"The digital asynchronous circuit put into transistor will work with analogous frequency and short up the power so you need to work in the gamma mode."
This guy has no major success except with newbies who want to get that doubts solved. The question is answered and the chapter is closed. No progress..
This is your encyclopedia on the majnu/romeo u find in grad school... no reference to any person dead or living :P
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Jab We Met
Hey! I know its not the most opportune time to write the review for a film that is few weeks already into running.. But what the heck!
Bollywood is a subject close to my heart as people knowing me well would b knowing well.
So maybe this is first of the perhaps-many-to-come "expert" movie reviews
If it were not for strong recommendations by friends whose movie taste I trust, I would never have seen this movie in the first place. The reason being, I am not a huge fan of Shahid-Kareena pair. Only thing I had seen with great curiosity and interest was their infamous lip-lock MMS scandal :P Also, recently, pure bullshit was being dished out in Bollywood in the romantic genre.
So , I started watching it with skepticism, to say the least.
But the movie slowly started catching my attention and the characters they were portraying were quite believable. Impressive. Enhanced performance by the duo. The treatment by the director was what set the movie apart from other lacklustre films. The dialogues and the language was what we used in college (and still use) and not over the top----(Main tumhare bacche ki maa banne waali hoon!!!! or Chand sitaare tod laaonga tumhaare liye or Tumhare liye jaaan haazir hai kind)
and the situations building up did not challenge my intelligence nor were beyond grasp. It made me believe in their story, and actually I didnt realise how time slipped away.
I am not good in technical reviews so I will not venture to critically assess the cinematography, editing and the kind. But I could immediately realize that the movie had a soul and that appealed to me.
All in all, a fresh breezy cute romantic film.
keep more of these coming!
Bollywood is a subject close to my heart as people knowing me well would b knowing well.
So maybe this is first of the perhaps-many-to-come "expert" movie reviews
If it were not for strong recommendations by friends whose movie taste I trust, I would never have seen this movie in the first place. The reason being, I am not a huge fan of Shahid-Kareena pair. Only thing I had seen with great curiosity and interest was their infamous lip-lock MMS scandal :P Also, recently, pure bullshit was being dished out in Bollywood in the romantic genre.
So , I started watching it with skepticism, to say the least.
But the movie slowly started catching my attention and the characters they were portraying were quite believable. Impressive. Enhanced performance by the duo. The treatment by the director was what set the movie apart from other lacklustre films. The dialogues and the language was what we used in college (and still use) and not over the top----(Main tumhare bacche ki maa banne waali hoon!!!! or Chand sitaare tod laaonga tumhaare liye or Tumhare liye jaaan haazir hai kind)
and the situations building up did not challenge my intelligence nor were beyond grasp. It made me believe in their story, and actually I didnt realise how time slipped away.
I am not good in technical reviews so I will not venture to critically assess the cinematography, editing and the kind. But I could immediately realize that the movie had a soul and that appealed to me.
All in all, a fresh breezy cute romantic film.
keep more of these coming!
So Howz Life at Grad School?
Yes thats the question I am bombarded with daily... Dude...howz grad school going at USA??
So here's my take on it---
Life of a grad student is not a party...not even in a party school. They say education system in USA is not competitive-relaxed system.. I say-You want to see my finger second from the thumb?
Life is not a bed of roses.. Daily grind is what it is! There's no Mommy dearest waking you up 10 times "Beta utho...time for school" You need to train yourself to wake on the first buzz of the alarm--dont rely on Snooze... But firstly, You need to remember to set the alarm. If you reach your class in time, you have to pay your complete attention full time. Note down each pearl of wisdom in your notebook or into your mind. People don't photocopy/xerox in bulk over here..This is not undergrad engg anymore.. If that is how you passed undergrad..be afraid, be very afraid..
Also dept said Thou shalt do sincerely 4 assignments per week and submit them in good legible handwriting and that is not a meagre task in itself! I dont remember a single night when I have slept before 2 am. And then you have tests and quizzes and midterms and finals.. So-moral of the story is SLOG SLOG SLOG
But thats not all! There is fun part to it too! Hanging out with friends! Seeing other people work so hard inspired you! Getting to know people from different parts of India and world. Understanding their philosophy, their way of life enriches you. (I remember I wrote something like this in my statement of purpose :D)
Trying out different cuisines, going sightseeing to different places or going clubbing or simply sitting by the calm of the sea breeze on the beach..can restore the serenity and peace in your mind.
Try out different sports, experiments with cooking and feeling proud when you get true appreciation (for the effort or for the result-doesnt matter) clicking away pics and uploading them late night so that your folks back home can "see" the world with you, making long phone calls or instant messenger calls...these may seem little nothings, but these "trifles" hold deep meaning value for any grad student, I can vouch.
yea..other bugging VFAQ I am attacked with is...."Howz chick life? saale koi mili kya..kisko pataa rahaa hai..." Maybe, I will address that issue later.
So here's my take on it---
Life of a grad student is not a party...not even in a party school. They say education system in USA is not competitive-relaxed system.. I say-You want to see my finger second from the thumb?
Life is not a bed of roses.. Daily grind is what it is! There's no Mommy dearest waking you up 10 times "Beta utho...time for school" You need to train yourself to wake on the first buzz of the alarm--dont rely on Snooze... But firstly, You need to remember to set the alarm. If you reach your class in time, you have to pay your complete attention full time. Note down each pearl of wisdom in your notebook or into your mind. People don't photocopy/xerox in bulk over here..This is not undergrad engg anymore.. If that is how you passed undergrad..be afraid, be very afraid..
Also dept said Thou shalt do sincerely 4 assignments per week and submit them in good legible handwriting and that is not a meagre task in itself! I dont remember a single night when I have slept before 2 am. And then you have tests and quizzes and midterms and finals.. So-moral of the story is SLOG SLOG SLOG
But thats not all! There is fun part to it too! Hanging out with friends! Seeing other people work so hard inspired you! Getting to know people from different parts of India and world. Understanding their philosophy, their way of life enriches you. (I remember I wrote something like this in my statement of purpose :D)
Trying out different cuisines, going sightseeing to different places or going clubbing or simply sitting by the calm of the sea breeze on the beach..can restore the serenity and peace in your mind.
Try out different sports, experiments with cooking and feeling proud when you get true appreciation (for the effort or for the result-doesnt matter) clicking away pics and uploading them late night so that your folks back home can "see" the world with you, making long phone calls or instant messenger calls...these may seem little nothings, but these "trifles" hold deep meaning value for any grad student, I can vouch.
yea..other bugging VFAQ I am attacked with is...."Howz chick life? saale koi mili kya..kisko pataa rahaa hai..." Maybe, I will address that issue later.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Fight Club
I'm on a posting spree right now! (so FEAST on it ... in other words..bear me!)
I need to battle it! I so know it! Taking two steps back and pressing the EXIT button seems to be the easiest way out.! But NO! I have to fight it! Learn to fight it! Running away is not the permanent answer!
I am trying! Am I really? Hard Enough? There is no Trying dude! Either you do it or you don't. Am I sinking? Am I yielding?
Is "The thing" taking over me? Is there anyone who can bail me out of this? Who do I approach?
ONLY ONE person can help you buddy..YOURSELF..
Myself? Yes.. I have to do it myself.. overcome the thing. Nip it in the bud till it grows big enough to consume me, to eat me, to decay me. It is already inside me. Inside my head. It is taking over my brain..stopping me from thinking clearly. You need to fight it hard. Resistance is not the solution anymore, I offered enough of that. PROACTIVE COUNTER ATTACK is the only key. the solution.. The monster has to go out! I need my Calm back! Quick! Yes I Have a Way. I'll Overcome it Soon. Bloody Soon!
I need to battle it! I so know it! Taking two steps back and pressing the EXIT button seems to be the easiest way out.! But NO! I have to fight it! Learn to fight it! Running away is not the permanent answer!
I am trying! Am I really? Hard Enough? There is no Trying dude! Either you do it or you don't. Am I sinking? Am I yielding?
Is "The thing" taking over me? Is there anyone who can bail me out of this? Who do I approach?
ONLY ONE person can help you buddy..YOURSELF..
Myself? Yes.. I have to do it myself.. overcome the thing. Nip it in the bud till it grows big enough to consume me, to eat me, to decay me. It is already inside me. Inside my head. It is taking over my brain..stopping me from thinking clearly. You need to fight it hard. Resistance is not the solution anymore, I offered enough of that. PROACTIVE COUNTER ATTACK is the only key. the solution.. The monster has to go out! I need my Calm back! Quick! Yes I Have a Way. I'll Overcome it Soon. Bloody Soon!
Idle mind
An Idle mind is not always a devil's workshop. Freedom helps you think out of the commonplace.
So what has my idle mind been churning out is the next question... Well, its been traveling to hitherto unvisited territories. After viewing a bunch of romantic movies recently, (yes I see those too - and plenty..) I wonder what love really is? Is it just stark plain attraction or meeting of souls or heavenly feeling or what is it? Is it some kind of invisible bond or some beautiful illusion of happiness?
I seek no answers..neither do I enlighten you here. Its plain old wondering.
Can you love the same person for your entire life or the fizz has to run out? Can you ever fall so madly in love with someone that you cannot see anything else or it happens only in movies? How long do you keep waiting for the perfect dream soul mate to appear or you take matters in your own hand and set your life right (or perhaps wrong, too) Does destiny shine on everyone or are few (or many) ignored? Is love a real state of cheerful dynamics or is it just an agreement due to peer pressure?
Do you allow rationality to creep in to your relationship or do you live in carefree bliss forever?
Does letting your mind intervene screw up the charisma?
Is that why they call love is blind?
The ENERGY of the relationship depends on how STRONG the BOND is..which depends on how CLOSE the individuals are.which depends on the CONFIGURATION of the individuals. This is what Compatibility is.. How two people combine so that the local TENSION is minimum.
(ahh..too much of engineering language...but research can help me understand everything..)
I end by repeating...I seek no answers..neither do I enlighten you here. Its plain old wondering.
So what has my idle mind been churning out is the next question... Well, its been traveling to hitherto unvisited territories. After viewing a bunch of romantic movies recently, (yes I see those too - and plenty..) I wonder what love really is? Is it just stark plain attraction or meeting of souls or heavenly feeling or what is it? Is it some kind of invisible bond or some beautiful illusion of happiness?
I seek no answers..neither do I enlighten you here. Its plain old wondering.
Can you love the same person for your entire life or the fizz has to run out? Can you ever fall so madly in love with someone that you cannot see anything else or it happens only in movies? How long do you keep waiting for the perfect dream soul mate to appear or you take matters in your own hand and set your life right (or perhaps wrong, too) Does destiny shine on everyone or are few (or many) ignored? Is love a real state of cheerful dynamics or is it just an agreement due to peer pressure?
Do you allow rationality to creep in to your relationship or do you live in carefree bliss forever?
Does letting your mind intervene screw up the charisma?
Is that why they call love is blind?
The ENERGY of the relationship depends on how STRONG the BOND is..which depends on how CLOSE the individuals are.which depends on the CONFIGURATION of the individuals. This is what Compatibility is.. How two people combine so that the local TENSION is minimum.
(ahh..too much of engineering language...but research can help me understand everything..)
I end by repeating...I seek no answers..neither do I enlighten you here. Its plain old wondering.
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