tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63203450422036578512024-03-05T18:21:54.089+05:30Chitty Chatty Bong BongIf I'd have one wish from a genie.... I'd wish he grants me few more wishes!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-77644164406800677732009-08-09T19:57:00.003+05:302009-08-09T20:06:40.910+05:30more than words!i had written abt how much sense a moment of confusion makes...and its jst sad that we ignore that thinking saying it doesn't make sense...<br />its many times, more than one thought that makes sense...bt u dnt wanna believe it...u banish it...bt it stays there...and u never lose it completely...atleast i don't!<br />i lived thru with sumthing thinking i didn't wanna believe in...bt in the back of my mind...i never gave up...i still believed in it..being true...without ever thinking...or realising it was or wasn't...and today it stares me in the face...and it feels the same...i knew it was here...i jst chose to never think abt it....to conciously believe in it...<br />bt today i do...and i know this is the truth...and nothing bt the truth...coz there's nothing like it...nothing that makes me feel alive and love life so much...and wait for tomorrow!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-81642030874470005702009-06-30T22:51:00.003+05:302009-06-30T23:01:38.686+05:30time...Wats the one thing most important in life...time or money? the argument continues forever...bt i think its time...its worth everything u have and worth everything u'll ever have...<br />ne which ways u see it - all u buy with money is also time...time to believe that you were young, were beautiful, were in an earlier life, a time that u cud do wat u wanted...so its jst a matter of time...<br />so instead of spending today, working like a dog - staying away from family, keeping time away from friends, live today so dat u can live better tomm...for a tomm, when u miss today...<br />how is tht ever worth it...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-39536555113835874242009-06-29T22:58:00.002+05:302009-06-29T23:06:26.576+05:30Sumtimes...we jst start doing things so different...we forget who we really were...and those thigns become so much of us..till we forget why we were doing them in the very first place...u love it...u can't imagine ur life any other way...people around u percieve u like that..and u are happy abt it...<br />till u start losing it...making excuses abt it...bt its a thing u liked right...then u give more explanations...nt a good day...sum other day...till the excuses run out...then u try to actually get at it...u can't...and u don't understand why...u get cranky, extremely cranky...confused and irritated...and u dnt still dnt know why...and then suddenly in a million but one moment of absolute haze..it all starts to make sense...<br />u cannot be who u are not...its jst a matter of time...our inner lives and beings always come out...its impossible to be moulded forever...dat only happens in love...and only once...<br />i am not in love...this is not me...these aren't the things i do...i will now find myself back...bt is it worth it???<br />maybe only time can tell...bt i know its easy to be lost...infact that's exactly where i am heading...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-612695447326080142008-12-14T21:17:00.004+05:302008-12-14T21:51:03.221+05:302 months in Namma Bengalurubeen a month again before i got back to writing a blog....that too inspired by Vijay's mail on his story abt Reboot-2008. Well written dude....i loved the sabrimalay part...too cool....<br />i won't write particularly on reboot though....generally abt my last two months at work...they have been quite a time...flew away before i cud stop and realise....bt awesum nonetheless....<br />so today I am thinking i'd count the blessings of being in Bangalore:<br />1. My job - i love it....it can be a bit too much bt i get to meet so so many people, touch their lives...and this is what i wanted to do for so so long....it jst can get better from here....<br />2. My friends, my extended family - so many thanks to my old friends in the city and from delhi - I am never alone...and being in a distant city, this is the best thing to happen....<br />3. My flat - right next to the airport....the old one in bangalore....i can see fighter jects taking off from my bed ....i mean how many people have that fortune...<br />4. My flatmate - super sweet aand very nice.....<br /><br />Now to things that I haven't done before:<br />1. Stayed at the company guesthouse for 20 days - an obvious first<br />2. Took a local bus in an unknown city at 10:30 - coz i figured it'd be safer than a bus...conviniently forgetting the half a km of walk that i had to do once i got down...nightmarish!<br />3. Went to a club, overdressed for a chnage....follwoing delhi standards...<br />4. Went for drinks with 1 friend and 15 acquintances and then going to someone's place whom i don't even know...and haveing a blast till 4 am<br />5. comes close to point 4, door being knocked by cops at 4 am, coz we all were loud....<br />6. going for a fashion show....though i was in delhi...never got to do that in delhi....<br />7. drink....at random friend's houses till 4 am an entire weekend...6 am on a particular one...<br />8. buy shoes worth 6 k<br />9. drive...8 people in a maruti car......<br />10. get to a farmhouse party....rocking music and bring your booze types...and have absolutely nothing to drink and hence sky gaze instead....<br />11. this same party getting busted....<br />12. have a firang flatmate....while at the guest house....get to meet his even cuter german friends....sigh!<br />13. air kissing while at the fashion show....<br />14. go to an anniversary party....for a nightclub and have a member's invite to it...i mean all these last months i have partied like crazy without ever paying an entry to that place...my awesum friends and friends of friends...<br />15. be on page 3 in bangalore times....didn't believe it really....i mean 24 years in delhi and nothing happened and 2 months in bangalore and straight to page 3.<br />16. went to a charity event for kids....<br />17. went out with my office dance troupe...for a fundraiser....<br />18. went to an inter-corporate fest with an entourage of 20 people and had a great great time.....we were out for almost 20 hours....bt it was great! I am hoping to make some new friends and going forward not eat lunch alone in the cafeteria nemore....<br />19. being invited to a b'day party...when i knew him for almost exactly 24 hours....<br />20. having 3 straight tequila shots and rum...and then not knowing when the cake was cut even though people remmeber me as being right there....<br />21. wanting fresh air and walking out at 4 am i nthe morning....with another new friend...roaming the closed markets like ghosts....<br />22. this one shud be right at the top...experimenting with my hair...after atleast 9-10 years of the same kinda hairstyles...i cut my hair very short witin a week of getting to bangalore...has kinda given me,and my personality, a fresh breath of life....<br /><br />22 things that i cud remmeber in 2 months...not a bad count at all....am living and loving it and there's no ther way that i'd rather have it.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-83069534012576301462008-11-16T20:44:00.004+05:302008-11-16T20:58:52.794+05:30New and Improved - Now in Bangalore!Have moved to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bengaluru</span> a month back...or was it a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lil</span> more than that...took a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">long</span> long time to settle down here and as usual loving it...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wudn't</span> say i had to move because of work...I chose to move and what a decision this has been....in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">e past</span> 1 month, I have done so many kinds of things which I wouldn't have managed to do in any other role...all in all loving it so so much....i can't start explaining....<br />life has turned more pragmatic and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">realistic</span> after the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">move</span> here...of course living alone in another city is quite a teacher...and so it has been for me...and i like that <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">thing abt this</span>...adjusting to the city is not difficult...i like the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">anonymity</span> and at the same identify it as the city as the only place outside of new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">delhi</span> that I have had so much fun in...i have always really liked this city and that is something that has made the transition like so much easier...traffic is a killer but then a rose has thorns...so goes without saying...nothing can be done <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">abt</span> it...weekends are a breeze though...<br />also moving into a city <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">that</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hav</span> visited for ages has given me some good friends...some road identification and a sense of basic getting around the city...and hence my weekends are packed...and gawd i love that so much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">abt</span> being here...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">otherwise</span> its a pain to stay in an empty house...<br />coming to the point of house..u have to know how much i love my new house...its a pain to walk to the bus stop every morning...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">bt</span> what cud i not do for these killer views of the airport runway 24*7 ...especially in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">bangalore's</span> great weather...its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">awesum</span>....will post some pics..as soon as I can...and my flat mate is also pretty nice...touch wood!<br />much more to write about...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">bt</span> in the coming editions....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-53901312562960015732008-04-09T09:00:00.001+05:302008-04-10T12:35:39.263+05:30IPL : Big game, Big Money...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have you seen the new vides for all the IPL league teams... crores of rupees spent on "buying" the "auctioned" players...and now the videos for each team....the money spent on this one sport...that too not national is enough to sponsor all sports for I guess an entire year! I mean money...money...money , and deserving players are going crazy looking for sponsors just because they chose to rifle shoot or do boxing instead of play cricket. Well here's all the video's incase u haven't checked them out yet..... of by the way- I forgot paying for the airtime, prime time airtime that these videos are being aired on....</span><br /><br /><em><strong>The Official DLF Indian Premier League Promo</strong></em><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nW7saskMbs&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><em><strong>Deccan Chargers</strong></em><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWRvjUHIa2Q&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><em><strong>Kolkata Knight Riders</strong></em><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnemrBzWtgk&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-19325936334076779462008-04-07T19:59:00.002+05:302008-04-07T20:12:10.053+05:30Is this me??Its been so long that I looked back at my blog…somehow that’s always my first time. Its been so long that I actually do things that I really want to…I have lost something along the way and actually imbibed a lot of complexes doing things which aren’t really my forte…I dunno how I have got entangled in all this but its really starting to hurt in the sense that I have somewhere lost out on my life and I am living someone else’s. Sumone who goes out everyday, parties every weekend, wears the best and most in fashion clothes, has a latest pair of everything, huge social circle and living the life in high circles. But its bringing in more and more dissatisfaction in my daily life…my bank balance never seems enough and most of it even it increasing doesn’t really make me happy….I wanna run away and go on a holiday but then I have luxurious vacations planned 4 months ahead for which I need to save now…the best of fashion is burning a big hole in my pocket but it never seems enough.. my happy go lucky attitude has changed to a chic sophisticated one…is this what I really want? Am not really sure…I don’t find time to do the lil things that I used to do at my own pace…listen to lotsa music, all kinds of it, write my diary, laze around and read some books…I have lost it all sumhow.<br /><br />And that brings me to think…did I lose it…did I will to lose it, or it jst happened…I did lose touch but I can’t say I didn’t have the time- jst that I so wanted to live that life and change my life so drastically that I don’t really remember what I really liked doing. I mean change is good, necessary but then balance is essential, which I have surely lost. I am not sure if I really want to b the sunglass-on-my-head girl roaming and being part of GK – I mean once in a while yes…but then not all the time- I’d never be able to keep up with them, these things don’t come naturally to me. I have to be reminded - wear a belt, black suits better, the bag is not matching, take the beads necklace, what happened to your hair…..aaargh…I am fed up! This isn’t my style…I would love to dress that way once in a while – maybe when going to select city walk, but not at other places…spare me the perfection! I can be the hippy….though its taught me a few good things…how to look good at all times, now I jst need to let go of the obsession to look good, jst be myself…and I guess I’ll still look good…I wonder if I was like this…I would have never survived out of college!<br /><br />I guess the time tested testament stands true…everything in moderation is good…. And if that was so easy to achieve then it wouldn’t really have been wise words- all wise words are rather ideal situatios where its difficult to reach. And I guess living a dual life is also too much to ask – a happy go lucky (read junkie) chic person is unheard of…and I am not sure that’s easy to become…but then its about not becoming…or is it! Maybe invent my personal style…now that isn’t easy either…I can say, one thing hasn’t changed…my laziness.. looking for the shortest route out!<br />And as the mood goes, am rather nostalgic about my old self…hence “Time of your Life” by Green Day…an awesum song!<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2BiXgRxr4k&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-88351104378999869402008-02-24T21:18:00.002+05:302008-02-24T21:25:18.754+05:30Out of hibernation...finally!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think it’s the right time to come out of hibernation now….the last few months have been so fast, so busy and so so much has actually happened….we had the annual festival at work yesterday…a rather star studded event..Kunal Ganjawala and Anushka Manchanda….loud, fun party for all and culmination of 4 months of rather hard work for my team, doubled as a lot of things and ended up being security in charge in a small area…but I had the best time looking at people who were all having a great time and suddenly that’s want mattered! And my best friend at work got married the same day…was there for her wedding…and wat a feeling…rather ecstatic, I am so happy for her…am so happy for them both….I don’t have pic, otherwise I’d have put it up here!<br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The last few months made me feel that life is not abt all the big things- sure ambition and success are important, but what matters at the end of the day is living for today and enjoying it immensely – that’s precisely what I had been doing for the last few moths. I initially started writing coz there was some void in my life – my relationships, friends, life, work- something missing and then I had fulfillment- each and every day was better than before! I immensely enjoy work and it shows, within 4 months I have gone from becoming an under performer to an over achiever…I have already achieved my goals and new ones are being set in place and what a feeling! And I just realized that we all are good, but we can’t be good in everything we do, there are thing we are absolutely great at and some things pathetic at…but we should take pride in that and hope for things and time to give us opportunities so that we could do things we like…work is not about superheroes…and everyone has weaknesses, and its okay ….that’s how we are!<br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I rediscovered love, at least another meaning which I couldn’t find in all these years…from being fiercely independent to rather basking in the glory of being loved – I have take to being with someone all the time, and never get enough of it. that’s rather unusual…an with it has come insecurity and jealousy which I am keeping at bay…coz from my past I have learned that nothing that is perfect stays the same for very long, and in pursuing sustenance, I have lost…but this time its about being absolutely me and not worrying much and every might I know I might wake up to change tomorrow, or I might just wake up to being more familiar…but I am glad I spent today that way that I did!<br /><br />Written too much in one post…would get back to being regular now…and here’s a special dedication to my friends who are now settled in blissful matrimony – your love story makes me believe that its just about taking a step at a time and knowing all the way that u can! </span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. Jhingan!</em></strong> </div><div align="center">This is especially for you….<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5e-c3wqq7O8&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-36709630352347264372007-09-26T22:02:00.000+05:302007-09-26T22:16:36.947+05:30Nostalgia grips MOI....I remember the time, when I used to sit in my physics class…and wonder when the 45 minutes would end, coz it seemed like an eternity….and now in the past few years, how life has run me over with its high speeds, leaving not even a moment to catch my breath…and whenever I do stop, and look back and I see all that I have left behind with time, I wonder if it’s the same life….old times, friends…love!<br /><br /><br />Wat I look back at with most amazement is love….how fast did we go through it…those initial glances…to actually speaking…then to try and get hold of the number (landline in the good old days) …thinking of a good excuse (usually it falls face flat…no matter how much u think!)…a blank call, if the mom/dad picks up…then you curl the wire around your fingers…waiting….and then call again, picks up…put up the excuse ( it already sounds so lame in your head!), but they buy it neway ….then pacing up and down the room as the conversation moves away…. Mom screaming and sister nagging….doesn’t matter…a few more minutes of bliss…Dad walks in, phone goes on Mute…they ask if something is wrong… say “nothin” with the most cheerful voice…know that it has to end now, you say bye, they say bye….then small talk again, abt when you meet in class next and what notes to give…more wire twisting ( there’s not much left of it!) and then byes again…good nite and sweet dreams (even if its bloody evening!)…and the phone is kept….big smile…mom still screaming, sister still nagging…but it doesn’t mean nething nemore…smile remains….I’ve just known wat heaven feels like….<br /><br /><br /><br />And to think…I’ve lived throught it…and its all history now….Time flies….but memories remain….and what wonderful memories….Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-16703883217646621572007-09-26T21:23:00.000+05:302007-09-27T10:47:28.626+05:30The Art of LosingThis is a beautiful poem that I heard in the movie " In her Shoes" - wouldn't talk too much abt the movie, coz it was a nice girlie flick, but I have seen better movies than that.... but what struck me in this poem, is what it states and how entirely different is the actual meaning....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One Art - </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Elizabeth Bishop</span><br /></strong><br />The art of losing isn't hard to master;</div><br /><div align="center">so many things seem filled with the intent</div><br /><div align="center">to be lost that their loss is no disaster.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Lose something every day. </div><br /><div align="center">Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.</div><br /><div align="center">The art of losing isn't hard to master. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Then practice losing farther, losing faster:</div><br /><div align="center">places, and names, and where it was you meant</div><br /><div align="center">to travel. None of these will bring disaster.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or</div><br /><div align="center">next-to-last, of three loved houses went.</div><br /><div align="center">The art of losing isn't hard to master. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,</div><br /><div align="center">some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.</div><br /><div align="center">I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture</div><br /><div align="center">I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident</div><br /><div align="center">the art of losing's not too hard to master</div><br /><div align="center">though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">How easily does she speak of loss, yet how fake is the pretense....maybe that is how its is....a memory that you may choose to remember as one of the times that life takes you through....but you can never truly forget...as sometimes, no matter wat...a loss can never be truly made up for!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-79592480875910309542007-09-26T21:17:00.000+05:302007-09-27T10:46:03.524+05:30What women want!!Oh well, this is absolutely the kind of stuff that I know girls wud want guys to know….the sweet nothings, which one can never put in words but which mean so much! I am putting it up here coz I believe in social service….<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKKYIixq8XdEo2pyuNBwQu4R2RGLp-hmtuh9JjkI3qX1WVgD2WT8pJlc8TsnPTuLO4g4UhsXkobGYUbuF6tgHtUKh-STDtexOtXcxgyHO4-rO-jx1d7whSB94kkcpMOdHvQEypgyuLH-g/s1600-h/i+want.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114540355708394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 494px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 639px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="412" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKKYIixq8XdEo2pyuNBwQu4R2RGLp-hmtuh9JjkI3qX1WVgD2WT8pJlc8TsnPTuLO4g4UhsXkobGYUbuF6tgHtUKh-STDtexOtXcxgyHO4-rO-jx1d7whSB94kkcpMOdHvQEypgyuLH-g/s400/i+want.jpg" width="304" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ebwo1bfM8pNjKXAEF2lWahrdbQIhMIE87p9_UiBc3poaJanFehoB_YoF9pJlkvP9wvf2Ouln4IKyRRSUzqKLckT-S1ggVEN_JdoVL1FYv3E5qrBh9DypuEQ6YfBSnevLcFcvM3c8fUv7/s1600-h/i+want.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-24058365089655311792007-08-10T20:54:00.000+05:302007-08-10T21:02:59.515+05:30My penguin family....Hey, I found the cutest flash animation and i am putting it up here for all of u to admire. These are my cute penguins.... and they'll move towards wherever you'll point your mouse at! Seee...they are so obidient.....chooooo chweeeet!<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://penguinsgadget.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/penguins.swf" height="240" width="300"><param name="wmode" value="opaque"><param name="movie" value="http://penguinsgadget.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/penguins.swf"></object><br /><br />You can go visit <a href="http://wordfromtheweb.blogspot.com/2007/05/plenty-of-fish-in-sea-some-on-your-site.html">Amu's</a> blog, to feed her fishes...or you can go get your own animations at <a href="http://abowman.com/google-modules/penguins">A.Bowmann's</a> wonderful site.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-65283283357203721162007-08-10T13:59:00.000+05:302007-08-12T19:41:06.894+05:30Dream on....<div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;">“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” - Chuck Palahniuk</span><br /><br />And its carrying on and moving forward that’s life. We see people with a big broad smile, we see people with a perpetual brood, and the difference lies not in how their lives are shaped, but how they want to see it! My concepts, my beliefs…my confidence in making the best of my day… today and tomorrow is wat brings a smile to me. I have a dream….that gives me all – passion, excitement, courage…. and much much more!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Song on my mind right now…. Junoon – By Abhijeet Sawant</span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaQ-MvjYXHo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-19201647244377996022007-08-09T20:00:00.000+05:302007-08-12T19:14:11.641+05:30For your Grey Cells.....<div align="center"><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0uG6pCQfoBlHVSNMUQfArjc1mzSXDAAJ-4eTrLmQh7TQROviZ0lHRnm8nKo0T4A4V1BkpTOnfwPYONYVfPGLIBD4JLfq-kOK7HOix4xOeHK32kiVGKDCBJRJUK1MICTquRqjONQWWYVe/s1600-h/blink-colourcube.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0uG6pCQfoBlHVSNMUQfArjc1mzSXDAAJ-4eTrLmQh7TQROviZ0lHRnm8nKo0T4A4V1BkpTOnfwPYONYVfPGLIBD4JLfq-kOK7HOix4xOeHK32kiVGKDCBJRJUK1MICTquRqjONQWWYVe/s1600-h/blink-colourcube.jpg"></blockquote><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096709180402609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0uG6pCQfoBlHVSNMUQfArjc1mzSXDAAJ-4eTrLmQh7TQROviZ0lHRnm8nKo0T4A4V1BkpTOnfwPYONYVfPGLIBD4JLfq-kOK7HOix4xOeHK32kiVGKDCBJRJUK1MICTquRqjONQWWYVe/s320/blink-colourcube.jpg" width="246" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">"Right and Wrong - are two sides of a coin, depends on which side is facing you - or which side you choose to see ! "</span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">I came across this saying and I have been doing a lot of thinking abt it since then….jst marveling at the fact that it is so true. Since time immemorial, we’ve been taught to think and do wat is right – but there’s no definition of “right”…its not a certainty, its jst a feeling. And that feeling is again based on your family, your upbringing, your social status, your peers, and your competitors… that can be permutated and combined in a million ways. So much so, given the same set of conditions, me and someone else would differ on their definition of right and wrong. There is truth that can lead us and there’s knowledge to guide us, but they are jst means to reach an end, and the end u want to reach, is solely decided by you.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">When I was younger, I used to hate debates especially the ones where I was against the motion on some very generally accepted topic – I used to think of it as a perfect waste of time, trying to un-convince a certain set of very convinced people abt how wrong their idea is! But, it’s a blessing in disguise; it gave me the power to think abt more than wat meets the eye, think straight abt wat I was thinking and not be a part of the herd. And since the day I realized that, I always find myself in these heated debates or discussions (as some subtly put it), and always find myself at the side, which has the fewest takers. Its interesting to see how a society’s perception is imbibed in our thought process. I can’t say these people don’t think for themselves, but then I have to say their thought is methodically stemming from the years of rote learning abt right and wrong, from family, friends and society at large…in some cases, they are tolerant to hear everyone out…some are well, psychologically ear muffed, so whatever u say falls on deaf ears! Its so much easier to be a part of the herd- there’s hardly opposition at most times, unless u bump into people like me. I remember reading this line in a Novel – the author described people are like <em>“Coca Cola Bottles”</em> – there are so many all around the world and you can’t distinguish one from the other…because they are like robots, they lack thought and questioning and that makes them unrecognizably similar.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">A friend of mine recently commented, that my life is so happening and so different and if properly told cud sell off for a novel – I had no clue how to react to it and took it as a compliment. My life is abt my choices, caring little abt wat the others expect me to do, think it’d be right…and doing wat I feel good about. However, it was these friends only, who’ve advised me ( though I haven’t been most receptive) , whom I have battled on coffee tables for hours, when they have jst gotten up and said – “U are impossible. When will u think straight??” and I had the devilish grin thinking “And when will you think???”</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">The only thing I feel for such friends is pity…how they go on with life without thinking…following wat others have to say, taking life in black and white and missin out on the grey…aah the greys…wat fun wud life be without the greys…they can be white or black…but I’d prefer them grey….but as they say to each one…his own!</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-18086604658451250702007-06-26T16:32:00.001+05:302007-06-26T16:38:14.047+05:30Aaaah...Grow up!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I read "The Zahir" recently…my bro recommended that to me a real long time back but its only recently that I finally got around to read it! And buoy, the timing couldn’t be better…at a time when the meaning of love, loyalty, fidelity… in my life is being redefined…"The Zahir" gives me perfect food for thought!<br />I remember a particular conversation in the book about love and fidelity...they are two different concepts which are often used together… but wat the author proposed was that these are different entities in themselves. Late last nite, I had a conversation with a friend regarding this…he’d long ago told me that love and sex are different, u mite love someone and somebody u had sex with can jst be an act of our most primal instinct, our life’s real purpose…raise the younger ones, till they time they find their mates and have kids and the circle continues….And it made sense! It got me thinking – is loyalty and fidelity really over-rated in society?? I was also of the opinion that Fidelity is definitely part of a romantic relationship…but is it important…can’t u be primal in your instincts and still be in love! Humans are animals, we’re more blessed than most other animals with the power to think and find purpose and communicate. But primarily , our function is to reproduce…it can be argued that there are far more worthy things to do in life…but I’m talking basic…point blank!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I’ll tell u wat I used to think, that I wanted to get into a relationship (physically) when I’m in love and it’s the most natural thing to do …and I thought that was supposed to guarantee u sumthing…like a pit stop in a race…that now u have gone 40 laps and u have another 20 to complete before u get married…and that’s it…that’s one race over! (For many these two pit stops can be kinda re-arranged.) But I’ve been there…done that…I know its hardly any guarantee, its not a stamp on a person, infact its absolutely nothing…its one of those ways we’ve been taught to think! Its jst a primal instincitive act…and that’s wat it is. Infact even a few days back, I used to think, this is one guy I crossed a threshold with, my pit stop…so now its on to the second…but its not going newhere….so what, I’ve got to make this work, coz I crossed my first pit stop and the only way to go now is to finish the race…get married! But it doesn’t culminate there…its not supposed to…infact it is as naive to think as a “happily ever after” story!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />I don’t advocate promiscuous relationships but at the same time, I know there can be more people I can fall in love with…I don’t have to spend my entire life with sumone coz I decided to go ahead and take the plunge…</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />There are no guarantees in life…and the only thing constant is change…even in relationships, when u think u have crossed the final frontier….actually, there’s no final frontier!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Btw, I do recommend the book, it has an amazing take on the most important things in life...at some times it can resound through the hollowness of our thoughts and sometimes, it can give an entire new perspective to them! Do read it if u can get hold of it...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-75266524241536970902007-06-25T10:50:00.002+05:302007-06-25T11:00:40.461+05:30The beauty of purposelessness<span style="font-family:georgia;">A very good article I came across,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">by NITHYANANDA SRI PARAMAHAMSA...</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">sumthing pretty much in line with my last post:</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"ACCORDING to the sacred Hindu scriptures, the Upanishads, as long as you work with ego, you will think that life has got a purpose and run behind the purpose.<br />When you realise the beauty of the purposelessness of life, you have dropped your ego. A man with ego searches with purposes and misses the reality. He misses the beauty of Existence.<br />The way you live your life you do not understand how purposeless it is. What you think as worthy is not worthy, what you think as being purposeful is not purposeful. Your ego constantly strives for purpose. In doing so it misses the reality of the present.<br />You need to understand the purposelessness of your goals and ambitions. What you think are the greatest treasures to obtain in this world are meaningless.<br />Desires for material assets grow each time a desire gets fulfilled. We are fuelled by fear, greed, lust and jealousy in constantly expanding our wants. These desires bring with it guilt and suffering. This is no life. This is not the purpose of life.<br />When you drop your goals in life, then you start realising the divine purpose, the divine play. You start enjoying the drama, without being part of it, and life becomes meaningful. You become a witness, and not a player, and bliss happens.<br />Living your life blissfully is the ultimate goal of your life. There can be no other goal or purpose. When you run after other goals you stop experiencing life; you are already dead. Your ego masks this true purpose of life from you. When you realise the purposelessness of what you do, a new consciousness awakens within, a joy fills you, Bliss simply happens.<br />Life itself is the path, not the goal. When you have a goal, you will run and when you run, your feet will not touch the ground and you will miss the beauty of Existence or nature. When you drop the goal, the emphasis will be on the path.<br />Sacrificing one’s life for the sake of the goal is not the way to live. If you live this way, only the payday will be sweet. Life has to be lived with satisfaction every moment. Else every time you achieve any goal, you will only repent that you have wasted life on something insignificant. Drop the goal and enjoy life."</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-46938961754102926832007-06-22T13:33:00.000+05:302007-06-22T13:36:26.754+05:30I am IndiaI came across this very very fantastic video on a friend's orkut page!<br />I wanted as many people to watch it...its created by Bharat Bala and its an absolutely nice one!<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAoU2gyCqps" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-74283965461540432522007-06-17T23:36:00.000+05:302007-06-18T00:09:36.675+05:30Running Away...Yes, I am doing that again...at least i was in the process of doing that again...running away to my safe haven. Every time that i have been faced with something which i can't think nemore about,I run away to this town where my friends stay, I groove in with their life...cry my heart out, drink like there's no tomorrow, call sumone to show my strength, but end up weaker...coming back in a few days only to realise that i have lost some more of my strength on the way,trying to leave it all behind...only nothing can be truly left behind till the time u choose to!<br /><br />My life is back to where i started from afresh, some two years back...with my best friend on a new journey...the journey seems to have ended far too soon that i had imagined..and i am left by myself again!Looking back, I can say I did give it my all,but wasn't good enough i guess. I have to be content with that, there's nothing i can change.I am not going to swallow sleeping pills, or slash my wrist or jump off...if sympathy is what brings him back, then I'll be even more sure that I never deserved him!<br /><br />Its been a week, and most of my friends don't know.Am not sure i want them to know,ne sympathy is surely going to take my smile away from me...am moments away from bursting, trying to absorb the best of my day...each of these days!<br /><br />Though I have learnt one great lesson, to keep adding value to yourself, not in terms of what u mean to people, but do things that are important to you, coz those are the things that are truly yours and nobody can take that away from u.<br /><br />But I have to start again, i thought i was right this time, turns out it takes more...i wait for tomorrow with my arms wide open...hoping it gives me more strength to carry on and chart my own path!I just hope i don't try running away again...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-25802482530730383972007-06-15T18:27:00.000+05:302007-06-15T18:35:56.740+05:30Who coined the word "compromise" ?<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Relationships- they are so much about our choice in life. I once read in a magazine that there are as many as 500 perfect matches for a person. Its just that they are scattered all across the world. Then how can we settle on “the one”? The one is a choice we make, when we see someone who makes us stop in our tracks! You can be the CEO at office, but if you listen to somebody, that is “the one”. You don’t have a problem if you appear small to “the one”, you can paint the world red if “the one” wants, you can be on ur knees or you can jump off the tallest bridge…all to prove that he or she is “the one”. But at all these points you make the choices - to do something, to prove something, to make the other person feel something!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>And after you are with “the one”- why do the choices disappear, why aren’t they in consideration anymore. Why cant you not go the movie if u don’t want to, why can’t you wear red if you want to, why can’t you go to a party thrown by your friend (that he/she doesn’t like)?? Why do we become chained to “have to” or “should” suddenly, when the reason you are together in the first place is because you wanted to! We all say, its about compromising – I’d say hell why?</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em>You take on the entire world to be together and then you compromise….why oh why, did you make that choice???</em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-10267665394174490542007-06-10T11:45:00.000+05:302007-06-10T12:08:53.203+05:30It's all about money Honey!An excerpt from 'Eleven Minutes' by Paulo Coelho<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>"....Money! A special piece of paper, decorated in sombre colours, which everyone agreed was worth something- and she believed it, everyone believed it – until you took a pile of that paper to a bank, a respectable, traditional, highly confidential Swiss bank and asked: <span style="color:#009900;">‘Could I buy back a few hours of my life?’ </span></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#009900;">‘No Madam, we don’t sell, we only buy!’<br /></span><br />Maria was woken from her delirium by the sounds around her. <span style="color:#009900;">‘But this can’t be exactly an earth-shattering discovery. Everyone must know what I feel. They must know.’<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">But they didn’t.</span> She looked around her. People were walking along, heads down, hurrying off to work, to school, to the employment agency, to Rue De Berne, telling themselves: ‘I can wait a little longer. I have a dream, but there’s no need to realize it today, besides I need to earn some money.’ Of course, everyone was spoke ill of her profession, but basically, it was all a question of selling her time, like everyone else. Doing things that she didn’t want to do, like everyone else. Putting up with horrible people, like everyone else. Handing over her precious body and her precious soul in the name of the future that never arrived, like everyone else. Saying that she still didn’t have enuf, like everyone else. Waiting just a little bit longer, like everyone else. Waiting so that she could earn just a little bit more, postponing the realization of her dream, she was too busy right now, she had great opportunities in front of her!.... "<br /></em></span><br />Exactly why he is one of my favourite authors, he tries to get the world to discover things they already knew..but conveniently choose to forget again!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320345042203657851.post-85588661164633143182007-06-09T21:30:00.000+05:302007-06-09T22:15:52.658+05:30Jst Babbling...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>"Life is wat happens when you are busy making other plans"</em></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In the 22 years of my existence...i have made lotsa plans...right from when to study wat ( i remember a diary full of dates and time that i cud almost never stick to!), to planning my wardrobe for a trip ( half the clothes i carried, i never wore!), to planning how to appear dressed at my best ( this would involve very tedious plans...and it turns out 9 out of 10 times, that I'm either over or under dressed...can't strike the balance on that one yet!)<br />So my plans ended up going not the way i wud want them...so then i junked planning!<br /><br />Being the optimist that I am... i though maybe living life for the moment is the right mantra! my life always had a simple principle...everyday is a brand new day! When I read "Gone with the Wind" a few months back, i realised this was a thought that me and Scarlett 'O' Hara shared. I got into the tribe of people who work hard and party harder...every new day was spend doing better than yesterday... days turned to weeks to months and the calender pages kept turning...till the time i was trying so hard at outdoing myself that I cudn't recollect if it was at all what i wanted to do!<br /><br />So, what did i want to do... lemme see...<br /></span><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I don't want big bucks...in fact I pity rich people who spend all their time earning the money and losing wat is imp in life...time!</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I don't want to be on top pf the corporate ladder, coz i know to be on the top, I have to displace sumbody... that is the easy part...but stying there, there'll be jst too many people waiting to displace me...and that's a harrowing thought!</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wanna live life in peace...reading and dancing...my two passions in life...but to be able to do that I'd have to be too rich or marry too rich!</span></li></ul><br /><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There can be more to wat i wanna do...but the idea as u see is pretty perplexing...I always thought I'd know this by the time I am 22. I'd magically be a smart young exec in office by the day, the rocker at nite, a mellow soul cuddled in my couch at my own home listening to soft instrumental, a bespectacled reader sipping tea at Cha Bar not bothered abt the world around her....but I'm nothing yet...and as much I chase them I don't come any closer. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The world around me says.."just be yourself"...but am not sure if I'd really want the world to know who I am...</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I'm still trying to find out wat it is like to be " jst me"..</span></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1