Seven words I use most often (phrases actually)
1. "Yeah, right"
2. "Alright"
3. "Puhleease"... and also the polite "please"
4. "Nahii jee"
5. "What?" and "WHAT??!?!?!!!?!"
6. "Sorry"
7. "Thank you"
( and some more like.. oh, whatever, very funny, obviously and my favourite... "i'm hungry!"
and, my friend reminded me... " This is not done", and lately i've been hmming a lot :))
Seven Things I should do
1. Get into a really good place for my pg
2. Have my calcium, vitamin, and iron supplements regularly, and have milk everyday
3. Cut down on coke
4. Start getting enough sleep and sleep max by 0200 hrs
5. Keep my mouth shut when soe ignoramus is talking bullshit
6. Attend my classes at college regularly
7. Stand up for myself when someone takes me for granted
Seven things I can do
1. Talk all day and never run out of things to say
2. Have a permanent smile on my face without my cheeks hurting at all
3. Stray awake for 96 hours at a stretch
4. Cook (and also make Nimbu ka achaar :))
5. Make yummy cappuccino at home
6. Daydream
7. Embroider (and design dresses)
Seven things I can't do
1. Save money
2. Keep my mouth shut when someone is not making sense
3. Attend a lecture where the teacher gobbles up stuff from a book, and then squirts it all out word to word in the class, not knowing anything above that
4. Say no to a friend
5. Control my laughter
6. Take false accusations
7. Bear to watch the likes of mithun chakravorty and govinda dance
Seven things I plan to do
1. Get a high paying job, in a good firm, in a good place
2. Get a black mitsubishi lancer as my first car (sigh)
3. Buy a beautiful, snug and cosy little house for me and decorate and take care of even the littlest things in it myself
4. Spend my whole life with the person I love
5. Learn French, German, Japanese and a few more languages
6. Learn many many recipes from all over the world
7. Travel to LOTS of places
[and.. learn lots of different dances, write a book someday, have really long hair, join a gym, have f.r.i.e.n.d.s. dvds-all seasons, go to andaman and nicobar for a while and forget all my worries, volunteer for an andi-aids organization, and also an organization like cry... always have a refrigerator full of chocolates when i begin earning... umm... i plan to to lots of stuff :)]
i'd like to tag...
actually, the people may choose to accept or reject the tag... just suggesting
Rainmaker
Sonny Shine(sonny where have you been?? what happened to yr blog? write to me when u read this)
sups
weltanschauungs
taggy (tag you've been tagged! :D)
well i guess these people are all i can think of at the moment, i'll add more later
Love,
Devil's own
Monday, December 19, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Betrayal
How're you supposed to behave or react or whatever when people who you call friends do lowly things like stealing your stuff, and also, think they've got away with it; and that I am a fool who'll not even notice and keep trusting the person blindly?! Some of it may even be true. I am actually going to let the person get away with it. I don't know what else I can do. I am not going to shrink to the person's level and put up a fight. And it is not about the stuff that the person took without my permission (basically, steal!), it is about the person who did it! And it is about what the person meant to me. I am in an awkward position now. The person should be feeling ashamed and guilty, but I don't notice any such signs looking at the person. Instead, I am feeling ashamed! How can the person act as if nothing happened, face me, and see me in the eye! But well I am gonna try to act as if nothing happened too. It is really not about what the thing stolen cost me. I don't care what the thing is, or what the price of the thing that the friend (do I call the person that?) stole is. It is about betrayal. Had the person told me that the person liked that thing, or asked for it I would have just given it to the person. This 'person' thing is getting to my nerves, I’d rather use he/she, but I don't intend to give anyone, or the person any idea of who I am talking about, and what am I referring to. I'd rather not create havoc out of this, nor do I want to make anybody think low of the person, coz the person still remains a friend, and I may as well write this off as a small mistake that happened.
But I am bugged and I am annoyed big time!
This is not done!
This is treason!
I feel besieged!
This is breach of the unwritten and unsaid contract that is there between people who know each other as friends!
I hate, loathe and am disgusted by such things!
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you".... But for god's sake don't steal!!!
Please... if you are my friend, be one.
But I am bugged and I am annoyed big time!
This is not done!
This is treason!
I feel besieged!
This is breach of the unwritten and unsaid contract that is there between people who know each other as friends!
I hate, loathe and am disgusted by such things!
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you".... But for god's sake don't steal!!!
Please... if you are my friend, be one.
Heavy-duty Childhood
This Sunday, the newspaper had a children’s day eve special column… actually... not a column… it was two whole pages. The articles were nicely done, no doubt; but they were disturbing. Not that there were sad or traumatizing news pieces, but thinking about them made me feel… I don’t know what word I should use here... Perturbing? Distressing? Disturbing? I don’t know.
There was this part, which had interviews of four children. An actor, a kid with two CEO parents, a 10-year-old girl, and a12 year old kid who works in a tea stall.
What caught my attention, were the interviews of the latter two.
The girl, at 10, says her favorite brands are Zara and Armani, talks about fashion sense, and doesn’t go anywhere without her earrings and lip-gloss!!! On being asked if she would like to remain a kid, or grow up, she says I like being a kid. Okay, good. That’s the answer I expected out of a kid. But why does she want to remain a kid? That is because this way she gets to socialize (!) and have her own space! Her favorite TV show is desperate housewives. Shahrukh khan is her favorite actor, but she doesn’t like him in the new lux ad, because… he looks gay!! Man! Either I just woke up from a very long sleep, or the kids are growing up too fast. At 10, I didn’t even know what the heck is gay! I mean at the most I must’ve known that it means happy. I really don’t like this. Kids should act like kids. Lip gloss! At this age! Alright, I cannot compare all this with myself, because it’s been a decade since I was 10 and the world had obviously changed, and moved on. But this isn’t exactly my idea of progress or advancement. The kids keep getting smarter… good, but learning should be at it’s own pace. All this makes them lose the innocence and purity that kids stand for.
Next to the interview of this girl, was another interview of a 12-year-old kid. He was also not very naive, but because of completely different reasons. Because of his survival instincts. He knows he has to take care of himself and earn for himself and his family too. He works at a Mumbai tea stall, works 12 hours a day, earns 900 rupees a month, and sleeps on the pavement. He never gets to watch movies or television; he only occasionally listens to the fm radio, which was there at the tea stall. His idea of a holiday is getting enough sleep. Happiness, to him, means meeting his parents – which he gets to do not more than once a year. His dream is to build a huge house with 4 rooms, in his village. He has no idea what children’s day is and has not heard of people called Mahatma Gandhi or Pandit Nehru. He doesn’t know who’s Sania Mirza, and can vaguely recall someone called Sachin as a guy who plays some sport.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to write now. I can’t explain what I think. But then again, I am just a part of a big crowd, which notices that these things happen, and stand there and watch it happen. There’s a whole bunch of kids who love wearing lip gloss, and who knows hair gel too; have favorite international brands, and ‘need space’… and then there are children who can just dream about living in a 4-bedroom house and being with parents.
We had compulsory moral values classes everyday in school, which were always conducted as the first lecture of the day. Of course, we didn’t really look forward to them, and actually found them boring and time wasting. But now, I and I’m sure the rest of my schoolmates too, understand that how important, and necessary they were. We as children do not know what we should learn and what not, but we learn when we are taught, and then retain it. Schools are for this purpose exactly... Education… Teaching. Certainly, parents are the biggest influences, but then schools play a major role.
There was another article in the same newspaper about the new generation of kids and schools. Pre-school kids are taken to McDonald’s’, Pizza Huts and Shopping Malls in the name of field trips. A particular school has Reebok shoes as a part of it’s school uniform. Kids are taken to departmental stores to show them what varieties of rainwear are available in the market. I can’t seem to make sense out of this kind of a course curriculum no matter how hard I think. The children in these schools are given Lays once a week, and something else on the rest of the days… so, I guess health food is out and junk is in!?!? The schools are actually teaching children that lays is food?
May sound hilarious, but seriously, I am already worried about my future kids! No kidding.
The average daily pocket money of these kids (I didn’t know pre-school kids get pocket money too!), is 50 bucks. I thought, at least parents should pay attention to what is happening, and put their children in better schools. Schools - which haven’t run out of things to teach children. But then, that hope fades away when I read a parent’s statement. Her kid says ‘I’ll not go to school in that car today!’ He’ll only go in a particular model of car… and… I don’t believe this… She just laughs it off?!
Wake up people!!!
There was this part, which had interviews of four children. An actor, a kid with two CEO parents, a 10-year-old girl, and a12 year old kid who works in a tea stall.
What caught my attention, were the interviews of the latter two.
The girl, at 10, says her favorite brands are Zara and Armani, talks about fashion sense, and doesn’t go anywhere without her earrings and lip-gloss!!! On being asked if she would like to remain a kid, or grow up, she says I like being a kid. Okay, good. That’s the answer I expected out of a kid. But why does she want to remain a kid? That is because this way she gets to socialize (!) and have her own space! Her favorite TV show is desperate housewives. Shahrukh khan is her favorite actor, but she doesn’t like him in the new lux ad, because… he looks gay!! Man! Either I just woke up from a very long sleep, or the kids are growing up too fast. At 10, I didn’t even know what the heck is gay! I mean at the most I must’ve known that it means happy. I really don’t like this. Kids should act like kids. Lip gloss! At this age! Alright, I cannot compare all this with myself, because it’s been a decade since I was 10 and the world had obviously changed, and moved on. But this isn’t exactly my idea of progress or advancement. The kids keep getting smarter… good, but learning should be at it’s own pace. All this makes them lose the innocence and purity that kids stand for.
Next to the interview of this girl, was another interview of a 12-year-old kid. He was also not very naive, but because of completely different reasons. Because of his survival instincts. He knows he has to take care of himself and earn for himself and his family too. He works at a Mumbai tea stall, works 12 hours a day, earns 900 rupees a month, and sleeps on the pavement. He never gets to watch movies or television; he only occasionally listens to the fm radio, which was there at the tea stall. His idea of a holiday is getting enough sleep. Happiness, to him, means meeting his parents – which he gets to do not more than once a year. His dream is to build a huge house with 4 rooms, in his village. He has no idea what children’s day is and has not heard of people called Mahatma Gandhi or Pandit Nehru. He doesn’t know who’s Sania Mirza, and can vaguely recall someone called Sachin as a guy who plays some sport.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to write now. I can’t explain what I think. But then again, I am just a part of a big crowd, which notices that these things happen, and stand there and watch it happen. There’s a whole bunch of kids who love wearing lip gloss, and who knows hair gel too; have favorite international brands, and ‘need space’… and then there are children who can just dream about living in a 4-bedroom house and being with parents.
We had compulsory moral values classes everyday in school, which were always conducted as the first lecture of the day. Of course, we didn’t really look forward to them, and actually found them boring and time wasting. But now, I and I’m sure the rest of my schoolmates too, understand that how important, and necessary they were. We as children do not know what we should learn and what not, but we learn when we are taught, and then retain it. Schools are for this purpose exactly... Education… Teaching. Certainly, parents are the biggest influences, but then schools play a major role.
There was another article in the same newspaper about the new generation of kids and schools. Pre-school kids are taken to McDonald’s’, Pizza Huts and Shopping Malls in the name of field trips. A particular school has Reebok shoes as a part of it’s school uniform. Kids are taken to departmental stores to show them what varieties of rainwear are available in the market. I can’t seem to make sense out of this kind of a course curriculum no matter how hard I think. The children in these schools are given Lays once a week, and something else on the rest of the days… so, I guess health food is out and junk is in!?!? The schools are actually teaching children that lays is food?
May sound hilarious, but seriously, I am already worried about my future kids! No kidding.
The average daily pocket money of these kids (I didn’t know pre-school kids get pocket money too!), is 50 bucks. I thought, at least parents should pay attention to what is happening, and put their children in better schools. Schools - which haven’t run out of things to teach children. But then, that hope fades away when I read a parent’s statement. Her kid says ‘I’ll not go to school in that car today!’ He’ll only go in a particular model of car… and… I don’t believe this… She just laughs it off?!
Wake up people!!!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The Best Things in Life
This is the list I said I‘d post here. I love this. Seems the best things in life aren’t things!
*Falling in love
*Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you
*Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep
*Making new friends or spending time with old ones
*Playing with a new puppy
*Late night talks with your roommate that keep you from sleeping
*Having someone play with your hair
*Sweet dreams
*Hot chocolate
*Road trips with friends
*Swinging on swings
*Watching a good movie cuddled up on a couch with someone you love
*Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies
*Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid
*Going to a really good concert
*Getting butterflies in your stomach every time you see that one person
*Making eye contact with a cute stranger
*Winning a really competitive game
*Making chocolate chip cookies
*Having your friends send you homemade cookies
*Spending time with close friends
*Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends
*Holding hands with someone you care about
*Running into an old friend and realizing some things (good or bad) never change
*Discovering that love is unconditional and stronger than time
*Riding the best roller coasters over and over
*Hugging the person you love
*Watching the expression on someone’s face as they open a much awaited present from you
*Watching the sunrise
*Getting out of bed every morning and thanking god for another beautiful day
*Laughing so hard your face hurts
*A hot shower
*No lines at the supermarket
*A special glance
*Getting mail
*Taking a drive on a pretty road
*Hearing your favorite song on the radio
*Lying in bed listening to the rain outside
*Hot towels out of the dryer
*Finding the sweater you want is on sale at half the price
*Chocolate milkshake
*A long distance phone call
*A bubble bath
*Giggling
*The beach
*Finding a 100 rupee note in your coat from last winter
*Laughing at yourself
*Midnight phone calls that last for hours
*Running through sprinklers
*Laughing for absolutely no reason at all
*Having someone tell you you’re beautiful
*Laughing at an inside joke
*Friends
*Falling in love
*Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you
*Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep
*Making new friends or spending time with old ones
*Playing with a new puppy
*Late night talks with your roommate that keep you from sleeping
*Having someone play with your hair
*Sweet dreams
*Hot chocolate
*Road trips with friends
*Swinging on swings
*Watching a good movie cuddled up on a couch with someone you love
*Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies
*Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid
*Going to a really good concert
*Getting butterflies in your stomach every time you see that one person
*Making eye contact with a cute stranger
*Winning a really competitive game
*Making chocolate chip cookies
*Having your friends send you homemade cookies
*Spending time with close friends
*Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends
*Holding hands with someone you care about
*Running into an old friend and realizing some things (good or bad) never change
*Discovering that love is unconditional and stronger than time
*Riding the best roller coasters over and over
*Hugging the person you love
*Watching the expression on someone’s face as they open a much awaited present from you
*Watching the sunrise
*Getting out of bed every morning and thanking god for another beautiful day
*Laughing so hard your face hurts
*A hot shower
*No lines at the supermarket
*A special glance
*Getting mail
*Taking a drive on a pretty road
*Hearing your favorite song on the radio
*Lying in bed listening to the rain outside
*Hot towels out of the dryer
*Finding the sweater you want is on sale at half the price
*Chocolate milkshake
*A long distance phone call
*A bubble bath
*Giggling
*The beach
*Finding a 100 rupee note in your coat from last winter
*Laughing at yourself
*Midnight phone calls that last for hours
*Running through sprinklers
*Laughing for absolutely no reason at all
*Having someone tell you you’re beautiful
*Laughing at an inside joke
*Friends
Garfield
Here are some garfield strips from my collection. I love 'em. I can't seem to post more than five at a time. so i'll post some more as separate posts
This one's here only coz garfield is saying the title of my blog! I loved it:)
Freedom
This is an image that i created quite some time back, but i completely forgot about it. A friend gave me some coins on a birthday. The one I liked the most had an eagle spreading it's wingson one side, with 'freedom' written above it; and on the other side was "No cash value". Both the sides had stars on the border. I really loved it, still do. They are one of my most cherished gifts. We take our freedom for granted. We assume that it's pretty normal to go anywhere we want to, dress anyway we want, speak about anything, say whatever we wanna, eat whatever we want... to us it does seem pretty normal actually. Not everybody in the world has the freedom that we have. Think about it.
Regards,
Me.
p.s. though there's nothing really great about the image.. do tell me what you think of it.
Karma Cola
I borrowed the title from a book I once saw in a bookstore. I do not know what that one was about, but this title seemed to fit this post perfectly.
I have often spent time thinking on selflessness. I have not been able to arrive at a conclusion. Does selflessness actually exist at all? Do not get the idea that I am writing this out of frustration and anger. However, a part of my mind is always thinking about this, or at least along these lines.
Now, what does ‘selfless’ or ‘unselfish’ mean? According to the WordWeb, selflessness or altruism is the quality of unselfish concern for the welfare of others; or, acting with less concern for yourself than for the success of the joint activity. Basically, without the effort doing you good, or helping you in any way whatsoever. However, my point is that I personally do not believe that such a thing exists. Or, maybe it does, but hasn’t come to my notice yet. Even the ‘genuine’ acts of kindness or benignity are done for the person’s own self.
Let us for instance take the very clichéd act of helping someone poor – giving money or something to a beggar, or a poor little kid on the road. Why should, and why would anyone do that, unless, he is gaining in some manner out of it. Especially in a country like ours – where there are numerous Gods and ‘Avatars’, and where the concept of ‘Karma’ prevails – things like these are certainly done to earn ‘punya’, because of the philosophy that karma or a person’s actions are what determine his destiny in his next life. Are the beggars by the road asking for your help? No. They are selling ‘punya’ to you in exchange of what you give them. Even in the simplest of thought processes, and if you are not too much into the concept of karma and stuff, you are probably doing it to get the satisfaction of helping somebody. You are getting some returns out of the act. Okay, even if you are giving the money to make the beggar go away coz he is bothering you, then too, you are getting freedom, relief or peace of mind. Quite often, people do this to show other people around them how generous and kind they are.
Alright, let’s switch to another topic. The beggar thing is a little external. Let us look at the mother-child relationship, which has always been looked up to, and respected. Why does a mother love her child? Because that is her own flesh and blood or a symbol of a cherished relationship or because he’s her own child…..I can go on using other terms to explain this, but I guess you’ve got a basic idea of what I’m trying to say. Does she love any other child in the whole world as much as she does her own? I’m not trying to degrade this ‘pure’ relationship, nor do I intend to offend anybody. This is just an expression of my mind – no reference to any particular person.
Most people love children. Why? Because little kids are a pleasure to watch, cute and cuddly, relax your stressed mind, bring a smile to your face. So, they are giving you something you are interested in getting, right? But, do you love all the children like a mother does her own? No, because they are not your own children.
Au fond, I just think that selflessness is a concept born of the human mind. It just does not exist in the world that I reside in.
However, this post, and might be some other posts of mine too have been thought about in too much depth, and sound philosophical too. Of course, I believe in what I have written, but generally, I too prefer to take things on their face value. That way you get more satisfaction and bliss out of life. Whenever you go in too deep analyzing and rationalizing the littlest things in life, you end up feeling unsatiated. The smallest things in life can give you oodles of happiness. Let us not frighten the mirth away. It is after all a wonderful feeling to bring a smile on someone’s face. I have a list on my bedroom wall, which is entitled “The Best Things in Life”. I will post it here too.
A friend once said – you choose to be intelligent, or you choose to be happy! Haha!!! What do you choose to be?
Regards,
Me
I have often spent time thinking on selflessness. I have not been able to arrive at a conclusion. Does selflessness actually exist at all? Do not get the idea that I am writing this out of frustration and anger. However, a part of my mind is always thinking about this, or at least along these lines.
Now, what does ‘selfless’ or ‘unselfish’ mean? According to the WordWeb, selflessness or altruism is the quality of unselfish concern for the welfare of others; or, acting with less concern for yourself than for the success of the joint activity. Basically, without the effort doing you good, or helping you in any way whatsoever. However, my point is that I personally do not believe that such a thing exists. Or, maybe it does, but hasn’t come to my notice yet. Even the ‘genuine’ acts of kindness or benignity are done for the person’s own self.
Let us for instance take the very clichéd act of helping someone poor – giving money or something to a beggar, or a poor little kid on the road. Why should, and why would anyone do that, unless, he is gaining in some manner out of it. Especially in a country like ours – where there are numerous Gods and ‘Avatars’, and where the concept of ‘Karma’ prevails – things like these are certainly done to earn ‘punya’, because of the philosophy that karma or a person’s actions are what determine his destiny in his next life. Are the beggars by the road asking for your help? No. They are selling ‘punya’ to you in exchange of what you give them. Even in the simplest of thought processes, and if you are not too much into the concept of karma and stuff, you are probably doing it to get the satisfaction of helping somebody. You are getting some returns out of the act. Okay, even if you are giving the money to make the beggar go away coz he is bothering you, then too, you are getting freedom, relief or peace of mind. Quite often, people do this to show other people around them how generous and kind they are.
Alright, let’s switch to another topic. The beggar thing is a little external. Let us look at the mother-child relationship, which has always been looked up to, and respected. Why does a mother love her child? Because that is her own flesh and blood or a symbol of a cherished relationship or because he’s her own child…..I can go on using other terms to explain this, but I guess you’ve got a basic idea of what I’m trying to say. Does she love any other child in the whole world as much as she does her own? I’m not trying to degrade this ‘pure’ relationship, nor do I intend to offend anybody. This is just an expression of my mind – no reference to any particular person.
Most people love children. Why? Because little kids are a pleasure to watch, cute and cuddly, relax your stressed mind, bring a smile to your face. So, they are giving you something you are interested in getting, right? But, do you love all the children like a mother does her own? No, because they are not your own children.
Au fond, I just think that selflessness is a concept born of the human mind. It just does not exist in the world that I reside in.
However, this post, and might be some other posts of mine too have been thought about in too much depth, and sound philosophical too. Of course, I believe in what I have written, but generally, I too prefer to take things on their face value. That way you get more satisfaction and bliss out of life. Whenever you go in too deep analyzing and rationalizing the littlest things in life, you end up feeling unsatiated. The smallest things in life can give you oodles of happiness. Let us not frighten the mirth away. It is after all a wonderful feeling to bring a smile on someone’s face. I have a list on my bedroom wall, which is entitled “The Best Things in Life”. I will post it here too.
A friend once said – you choose to be intelligent, or you choose to be happy! Haha!!! What do you choose to be?
Regards,
Me
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
trust
I was lying on my bed thinking about deceit, peeople, and trust and thought that I should keep trusting people, just not rely on them! I think it sounds pretty sensible.
"Trust people, just don't rely on them"
Love,
Devil's own
"Trust people, just don't rely on them"
Love,
Devil's own
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
The Maze
Six or seven years back I had read a book by some Russian author and the book was called the maze. This was the kind of image on it's cover...
The Indian woman...
Original by M.F.Hussain, recreated by me.
I was sitting in front of the telly and had this rough paper and pencil in my hand, i made this without even touching the eraser, turned out to be good! I wish i had used better paper.... but here's it...
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The Brobdingnagian Prescription...
I dreamt yesterday that I had developed leukemia. This was not one of my pleasant dreams but, I am a total dreamer. My dreams seem very real, and at times I forget whether something that happened in a dream, or was it real. A lot of times things happen and I wonder hey how come this is happening this had (or had not) happened already. Then I realise, that it was just dream. The same way, when things are going exceptionally right, (or otherwise) i ask myself - is this for real?
So let me get back to what i was telling you. I dreamt that i had leukemia. People around me were upset, consoling me, and crying. And i sat in my bedroom chair without an opinion or expression. I was fed up with people coming up to me and being sweet to me because i was going to die. Whenever someone did that, all i could think of was how the person had been rude, insulting, knave or bitchy before, and that how he or she has very casually put on the goody goody mask.
(All I was worried about was my hair.... not death!)
The dream wasn't really dramatical, nor did it have a happy or sad ending, actually, it didn't have an ending at all... it was like a pretty normal day in my life.
This is where the dream ended
I woke up actually believing that I had leukemia. Not in a way that it had suddenly been discovered, or had just come to my knowledge, but like i had been living it. What i saw in my dream was what must have happened the day or a few days before. I was feeling sick. I could actually feel the cancerous cells conquering my body through my blood. I got up and stood in front of the mirror. I looked pretty normal, but i saw myself as a cancer patient. And i percieved dark circles, falling hair and the likes. I was brushing my teeth and I thought.... Hey! i am feeling better today! Better than what? and then i thought... Wait!!! it was a dream!
Think of what psychology can do to us! What we think, that we become.
But the dream did have roots in my actual life.
I have not been in the pink of my health. I get tired, i have backaches, i dont eat, and have stamina in the negative. I know all this is because of my ignorance in the matters of eating and sleep. I sleep 4 hours a day on an average, i have just one meal a day. I hate milk. there's something about the way it smells.... many people tell me... why do you have to smell it before you drink it. But hey come on... i dont poke my nose into it, if i drink it, the smell, enters my nose, and as soon as the feel of the taste touches my tongue, i get repelled.This is making my health worse.I knew I was short of Calcium, vitamins and iron, and my sister had told me to get my blood checked for levels of haemoglobin.So this is where blood comes into picture.In my dream I developed blood cancer.
So in the evening I went to the doctor. He gave me a prescription which looked like weird things scribbled on a small piece of paper, but turned out to me massive! He gave me a big bottle of a tonic which is supposed to make me hungry. The sight of it makes me want to barf!There are two tablets atleast 15mm in length, and 10mm in width, which are supposed to be taken with a big glass of milk. These are calcium and vitamin supplements. All this because of a silly dream i had!!!!!!!
Well, atleast I know that what I have is weakness and not anything more than that!
I hope I get well soon!
Dreams....dreams.....dreams!!!!!
So let me get back to what i was telling you. I dreamt that i had leukemia. People around me were upset, consoling me, and crying. And i sat in my bedroom chair without an opinion or expression. I was fed up with people coming up to me and being sweet to me because i was going to die. Whenever someone did that, all i could think of was how the person had been rude, insulting, knave or bitchy before, and that how he or she has very casually put on the goody goody mask.
(All I was worried about was my hair.... not death!)
The dream wasn't really dramatical, nor did it have a happy or sad ending, actually, it didn't have an ending at all... it was like a pretty normal day in my life.
This is where the dream ended
I woke up actually believing that I had leukemia. Not in a way that it had suddenly been discovered, or had just come to my knowledge, but like i had been living it. What i saw in my dream was what must have happened the day or a few days before. I was feeling sick. I could actually feel the cancerous cells conquering my body through my blood. I got up and stood in front of the mirror. I looked pretty normal, but i saw myself as a cancer patient. And i percieved dark circles, falling hair and the likes. I was brushing my teeth and I thought.... Hey! i am feeling better today! Better than what? and then i thought... Wait!!! it was a dream!
Think of what psychology can do to us! What we think, that we become.
But the dream did have roots in my actual life.
I have not been in the pink of my health. I get tired, i have backaches, i dont eat, and have stamina in the negative. I know all this is because of my ignorance in the matters of eating and sleep. I sleep 4 hours a day on an average, i have just one meal a day. I hate milk. there's something about the way it smells.... many people tell me... why do you have to smell it before you drink it. But hey come on... i dont poke my nose into it, if i drink it, the smell, enters my nose, and as soon as the feel of the taste touches my tongue, i get repelled.This is making my health worse.I knew I was short of Calcium, vitamins and iron, and my sister had told me to get my blood checked for levels of haemoglobin.So this is where blood comes into picture.In my dream I developed blood cancer.
So in the evening I went to the doctor. He gave me a prescription which looked like weird things scribbled on a small piece of paper, but turned out to me massive! He gave me a big bottle of a tonic which is supposed to make me hungry. The sight of it makes me want to barf!There are two tablets atleast 15mm in length, and 10mm in width, which are supposed to be taken with a big glass of milk. These are calcium and vitamin supplements. All this because of a silly dream i had!!!!!!!
Well, atleast I know that what I have is weakness and not anything more than that!
I hope I get well soon!
Dreams....dreams.....dreams!!!!!
God and I
What I write here maybe in contrast to what lots of other people think, but what I have written here is just an expression of my mind. I do not intend to make any statements, or challenge anyone's beliefs.
I firmly believe in God, but God, to me, is a power, an Aura, a phenomenal energy. Not a person - not Ganesha, not Shiva. I am not challenging the beliefs of anybody. But all I am saying is that I associate the lords with religion not spirit. Religion is something that gives a protocol to abide by. Although I am not a believer in this, but, religion comes across to many people as a way to be in touch with or reach God. People who follow their religions feel assured that they are on the right path, and are on their way to god, or atleast make god happy. Religion is what makes them get through everyday in life. So if someday they are told that their religion is not true to them, or if they are made to see flaws in their religion, or if someone points a finger at their religion, they get aggressive or they feel shattered. How otherwise do you explain the fuss over The Da Vinci Code? Religion makes so many unjust things (and at times crimes) justified.
Yesterday i read about a practice in Jainism called "sallekhana". In this, old people who do not have to shoulder any responsibilities voluntarily go in for fasting to death. They don't even drink a sip of water and patiently wait for death to arrive.With all due respect to Jainis, I don't see how it is different from suicide! They believe it is a means to attain Nirvana!! They believe it will free them from the vicious circle of life and death. When the person dies there is a grand funeral procession which is called "Mrityu Mahotsav" (translates tocelebration of death!). The person who dies this way is placed in a seated position in a special seat, and is in the middle of the procession!! I cannot seem to put my feelings in words here.
Religion puts everything in black and white. Everything is either Satanic or Godly. It assigns boundaries, borders and classifications. If you do this you go to heaven, if not you go to hell. It tries to define everything that you do in life. Life is too big, to be written about in a little (or however large) script. Life is not just black and white, there are loads of shades of greys in between, and also reds, yellows, greens and blues for that matter!
People go through life searching for the purpose that the lords have assigned them. Or just the purpose of their life. The purpose of your life has nothing to do with your religion. Infact, you have to define the purpose of your life, you are not born with it. The purpose of your life is what you want to achieve, what to you aspire to be, where you see yourself. Maslow's need theory is more reasonable than religion! Self Actualisation is at the top. After you acheive all your needs... that is, the worldly needs....not Godly(!); you know what you are as a person, what is that which is most important to you.
Forget wondering what your life is about, and why have you been sent to the earth. There isn't any heavenly task that you are expected to acheive. Or if there is, the purpose of your life is to experience life!!! That's it!!!! You have been born into a certain place, to certain parents, have a set of friends and aquaintances, and all you have to do is experience life with all of them.
Materialism is not a sin!! What's important is not where you go after you die... but what happens while you are alive.
I have a friend who's email signature has always appealed to me. It says "Life's too short and life's too long to be somewhere you don't belong". You belong where you as a person want to be, not heaven or hell!!!
I am spiritual as a person, and i meditate. But I meditate because it brings me peace, meditation is also something spiritual to me. God - the power is what gets me through life, not religion. God is someone I can confide in, someone I can be myself with. I don't associate God with religion.
Regards,
Me
I firmly believe in God, but God, to me, is a power, an Aura, a phenomenal energy. Not a person - not Ganesha, not Shiva. I am not challenging the beliefs of anybody. But all I am saying is that I associate the lords with religion not spirit. Religion is something that gives a protocol to abide by. Although I am not a believer in this, but, religion comes across to many people as a way to be in touch with or reach God. People who follow their religions feel assured that they are on the right path, and are on their way to god, or atleast make god happy. Religion is what makes them get through everyday in life. So if someday they are told that their religion is not true to them, or if they are made to see flaws in their religion, or if someone points a finger at their religion, they get aggressive or they feel shattered. How otherwise do you explain the fuss over The Da Vinci Code? Religion makes so many unjust things (and at times crimes) justified.
Yesterday i read about a practice in Jainism called "sallekhana". In this, old people who do not have to shoulder any responsibilities voluntarily go in for fasting to death. They don't even drink a sip of water and patiently wait for death to arrive.With all due respect to Jainis, I don't see how it is different from suicide! They believe it is a means to attain Nirvana!! They believe it will free them from the vicious circle of life and death. When the person dies there is a grand funeral procession which is called "Mrityu Mahotsav" (translates tocelebration of death!). The person who dies this way is placed in a seated position in a special seat, and is in the middle of the procession!! I cannot seem to put my feelings in words here.
Religion puts everything in black and white. Everything is either Satanic or Godly. It assigns boundaries, borders and classifications. If you do this you go to heaven, if not you go to hell. It tries to define everything that you do in life. Life is too big, to be written about in a little (or however large) script. Life is not just black and white, there are loads of shades of greys in between, and also reds, yellows, greens and blues for that matter!
People go through life searching for the purpose that the lords have assigned them. Or just the purpose of their life. The purpose of your life has nothing to do with your religion. Infact, you have to define the purpose of your life, you are not born with it. The purpose of your life is what you want to achieve, what to you aspire to be, where you see yourself. Maslow's need theory is more reasonable than religion! Self Actualisation is at the top. After you acheive all your needs... that is, the worldly needs....not Godly(!); you know what you are as a person, what is that which is most important to you.
Forget wondering what your life is about, and why have you been sent to the earth. There isn't any heavenly task that you are expected to acheive. Or if there is, the purpose of your life is to experience life!!! That's it!!!! You have been born into a certain place, to certain parents, have a set of friends and aquaintances, and all you have to do is experience life with all of them.
Materialism is not a sin!! What's important is not where you go after you die... but what happens while you are alive.
I have a friend who's email signature has always appealed to me. It says "Life's too short and life's too long to be somewhere you don't belong". You belong where you as a person want to be, not heaven or hell!!!
I am spiritual as a person, and i meditate. But I meditate because it brings me peace, meditation is also something spiritual to me. God - the power is what gets me through life, not religion. God is someone I can confide in, someone I can be myself with. I don't associate God with religion.
Regards,
Me
Problem Child or Problem Parent????
I am not a parent, and i am definitely not qualified enough to give expert comments on parenting. Keeping in mind that I just came out of the so called teen age, i won't be making any statements, but just presenting before you my opinions on the topic.
The phenomena of becoming a parent has often been described as the most wonderful feeling in the world. But becoming a parent is not just about giving birth to your offspring. Even two animals when put together will mate and produce a child. But shouldnt there be a significant difference between this process of childbirth and parenting of the human beings and other animals? Man is supposed to be the most intelligent being. that gives him added responsibility in everything he does. The probability of error should be minimal when the case of man is being studied. If man (I am referring to the Homo sapien and not a specific gender), has been given this life and unmatchable intellect, and has been given the ability to bring another life into this world, he certainly is responsible what becomes of the being that he has created.
Once your child comes into this world, you become a parent for life. not just for that moment, not just for the formative years, but forever. But without doubt, the formative years determine the major part of the personality, attitudes, and the life that your child is going to live. You learn from your surroundings, and all that which is present in the immediate living environment is what affects you the most. You are the centre of the world for your child (atleast for a few years when he's born, if not more), and he will look upto you, and learn from your attitude, your behaviour, your reactions. He does not have an understanding of the existence of right and wrong. a child's mind has been compared to Wet clay, which once given shape cannot be budged; and, Sponge which absorbs all the water it can. But the difference is that, sponge can be squeezed and the water can simply be drained. The sponge of the child's mind, matures with time, and what it has absorbed, remains inside. Parents should be extremely careful of what happens around the child.
I may sound like too much of an extremist, but sometimes I feel that there should be some qualification exam before anyone can become a parent. What should be tested is not the intellect and education, but responsibility, attitude and the like, so that the child to be born does not have to face difficult times at home atleast.Parents are supposed to be the only people in the world who are going to be there for you, who will teach you what you need to go through life, and will help you achieve your goals. But life becomes very hard to live if even your parents are preoccupied with their quarrels and egos, and the child feels abandoned. He grows up feeling the same, with mental blocks and biased views of the world. His decision making ability will be affected. He may seem like a perfectly normal person to you, but in the mind of the desolate person there is agony, there is pain, there is confusion, there is fear - fear of connecting, fear of losing people. There is a feeling of inferiority, which is often masked by a superiority complex.
All this and more can be avoided just by two people caring for each other and the child. The child becomes what he sees. I believe any two individuals who decide to become parents should do a whole lot of thinking, and then if they are sure that they will be able to and will provide a healthy and happy environment should they go ahead. Nobody's losing anything here... the parents will be happy and so will the child.
Regards,
Me
The phenomena of becoming a parent has often been described as the most wonderful feeling in the world. But becoming a parent is not just about giving birth to your offspring. Even two animals when put together will mate and produce a child. But shouldnt there be a significant difference between this process of childbirth and parenting of the human beings and other animals? Man is supposed to be the most intelligent being. that gives him added responsibility in everything he does. The probability of error should be minimal when the case of man is being studied. If man (I am referring to the Homo sapien and not a specific gender), has been given this life and unmatchable intellect, and has been given the ability to bring another life into this world, he certainly is responsible what becomes of the being that he has created.
Once your child comes into this world, you become a parent for life. not just for that moment, not just for the formative years, but forever. But without doubt, the formative years determine the major part of the personality, attitudes, and the life that your child is going to live. You learn from your surroundings, and all that which is present in the immediate living environment is what affects you the most. You are the centre of the world for your child (atleast for a few years when he's born, if not more), and he will look upto you, and learn from your attitude, your behaviour, your reactions. He does not have an understanding of the existence of right and wrong. a child's mind has been compared to Wet clay, which once given shape cannot be budged; and, Sponge which absorbs all the water it can. But the difference is that, sponge can be squeezed and the water can simply be drained. The sponge of the child's mind, matures with time, and what it has absorbed, remains inside. Parents should be extremely careful of what happens around the child.
I may sound like too much of an extremist, but sometimes I feel that there should be some qualification exam before anyone can become a parent. What should be tested is not the intellect and education, but responsibility, attitude and the like, so that the child to be born does not have to face difficult times at home atleast.Parents are supposed to be the only people in the world who are going to be there for you, who will teach you what you need to go through life, and will help you achieve your goals. But life becomes very hard to live if even your parents are preoccupied with their quarrels and egos, and the child feels abandoned. He grows up feeling the same, with mental blocks and biased views of the world. His decision making ability will be affected. He may seem like a perfectly normal person to you, but in the mind of the desolate person there is agony, there is pain, there is confusion, there is fear - fear of connecting, fear of losing people. There is a feeling of inferiority, which is often masked by a superiority complex.
All this and more can be avoided just by two people caring for each other and the child. The child becomes what he sees. I believe any two individuals who decide to become parents should do a whole lot of thinking, and then if they are sure that they will be able to and will provide a healthy and happy environment should they go ahead. Nobody's losing anything here... the parents will be happy and so will the child.
Regards,
Me
Friday, August 19, 2005
A picture by me
Okay guys..... I guess i wasnt clear. I made it with an ms-paint like software. not ms-paint itself. So the crayon or chalk like effect wasnt a big deal. Tell me what you think of the picture now.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Selective Amnesia??
I read this in the Times of India, and found it worth thinking it over. This was in a section called mind over matter, which i always pay a lot of attention to. I guess I am pretty true to my species! I mean the female species, not the human. The symbol that represents the females, that has a circle above a cross sign signifies the superiority of spirit over matter. And that is exactly the way I am.
There was an article which said that someone (i really can't recall exactly who!) has suggested deletion of certain parts of ancient scriptures because they are derogatory. The person also claims the support of sankaracharya of a particular mutt and they are seeking support of sankaracharyas of other mutts as well.
Tulsidas quotes "Dhol gawar shudra pashu nari, yeh sab taaran ke adhikari". Which translates to - Drums, illiterate, Dalits and Women are all meant to be beaten. Another scripture prohibits he listening of vedas by the dalits, and says that the punishment for the dalits if found listening to the holy texts is poring molten lead into their ears! If they are found chanting the holy scriptures and shlokas there tongues should be cut off!
These definitely are not fit for the society that exists today, and its a pity that these were actually practiced at some time.... but is deletion of parts of ancient texts a solution to any problem? This is the height of political correctness. If the man (who suggested this), and the sankaracharyas actually want to work for the cause of the upliftment of women, and the weaker parts of the society, they should understand what and why the history was like it was, and why and how should the society change for better now. They must think of doing something in the present- in the now- and not try changing the past.
Superiority is not in being superior to someone else, but being superior to your own previous self. Its too easy to say that you want to reform the society, what counts is the action. I have this Dennis poster in my room that says "Action speak louder than words... Prove your worth!" how true!
Throw in your comments
Love
Devil's own
There was an article which said that someone (i really can't recall exactly who!) has suggested deletion of certain parts of ancient scriptures because they are derogatory. The person also claims the support of sankaracharya of a particular mutt and they are seeking support of sankaracharyas of other mutts as well.
Tulsidas quotes "Dhol gawar shudra pashu nari, yeh sab taaran ke adhikari". Which translates to - Drums, illiterate, Dalits and Women are all meant to be beaten. Another scripture prohibits he listening of vedas by the dalits, and says that the punishment for the dalits if found listening to the holy texts is poring molten lead into their ears! If they are found chanting the holy scriptures and shlokas there tongues should be cut off!
These definitely are not fit for the society that exists today, and its a pity that these were actually practiced at some time.... but is deletion of parts of ancient texts a solution to any problem? This is the height of political correctness. If the man (who suggested this), and the sankaracharyas actually want to work for the cause of the upliftment of women, and the weaker parts of the society, they should understand what and why the history was like it was, and why and how should the society change for better now. They must think of doing something in the present- in the now- and not try changing the past.
Superiority is not in being superior to someone else, but being superior to your own previous self. Its too easy to say that you want to reform the society, what counts is the action. I have this Dennis poster in my room that says "Action speak louder than words... Prove your worth!" how true!
Throw in your comments
Love
Devil's own
Laugh a while
A man with a strange problem pays a visit to a psychiatrist. The problem is that the man thinks that he is dead. The psychiatrist tries with all his skills, reason and wit to convince him otherwise, but the man won't budge.
The Psychiatrist makes him sit in front of a mirror and asks him to keep repeating to himself while sitting there "Dead men don't bleed" for three hours.
The man sincerely obliges.
After three hours the psychiatrist returns and pricks the man's finger with a blade, and it begins to bleed.
The psychiatrist says "There, now what does this prove?"
The man replied "Dead men Do bleed"!!!!!!!!
The Psychiatrist makes him sit in front of a mirror and asks him to keep repeating to himself while sitting there "Dead men don't bleed" for three hours.
The man sincerely obliges.
After three hours the psychiatrist returns and pricks the man's finger with a blade, and it begins to bleed.
The psychiatrist says "There, now what does this prove?"
The man replied "Dead men Do bleed"!!!!!!!!
Monday, August 01, 2005
The Diary of a Young Girl
Hi all
I have been reading The diary of a young girl by Anne Frank. It's pretty interesting and you read atleast something in every book you read that makes your mind tick. I found so many things about Anne that were like me, but ofcourse so many more which were nothing like me.
For those of you who do not know, I'll introduce you to the book. It has been written during the second world war from 1942 to 1944. A young jewish girl (Anne) gets a diary as a present on her birthday and begins writing in it. She is popular among friends, and has boys always asking her out. She has atleast 20 people to call friends, but still there's no body who she can confide in, no body with who she can talk about her thought. Her friends are too childish for her. So she chooses her diary to talk to.
She talks about the conditions that were being faced by jews around her. She lives in Holland. Although her family is quite well off, and is living in better conditions than millions of people. The family makes preparations to go into hiding. Most of the things that they would require to live comfortably are sent through friends and relatives to the place where they later went to hide in. The franks (anne's family) move in there with another family called the van dans. Its amazing how despite the war, and presence of more important issues to deal with, there still are bitter arguments and disagreements over such petty things, both within and among the families. They still are fighting over whose crockery and china would be used.
But also, inspite of the conditions they are living in they celebrate birthdays and holidays, and give each other whatever little presents they can manage to get. Still celebrating the good things in life. But the horror of being killed at anytime still remains in their minds.
In her family, there's her father and her mother, and her elder siser Margot. Margot is more beautiful, more attractive, more sensible, well mannered, and is loved by everyone. Anne loves her sister, but sometimes feels the need to be appreciated herself. Her sister is more passive, and anne is more frank and forthright.
I guess this is enough about the book.
Now...
I had been feeling miserable, and i even cried. Why is not important here. My friend was trying to make me feel better, and she talked about another friend of mine who is facing a really bad time, and is in a soup.
You must have definitely heard something like .... i cried that i had no shoes, until i met a man who had no feet. Well sounds touchy, and does make sense. especially when you compare shoes and feet. But when you are actually feeling blue, things like these don't help.
Atleast they don't help me.
To think of this, i feel how selfish can I get? the other person, cant even get a good night's sleep, and i am getting all worked up about my little worries.
Now why I talked about the book was this,
there was a part in the book, where a lady talks to anne's mother about something that was troubling her, to which she replied think abt all the misery that the people are facing bcoz of the war, think of the misery in th world and thank god you are not a part of it. we are so much better here.
Anne wrote in her diary, that it is of no help thinking of misery when you are miserable yourself.
This one sentence made so much sense to me, that i sat thinking about it, and related it to myself, and that day, when i thought myself to be so selfish.
I'll read on, and tell you if i come across something else interesting.
Keep your comments coming. Tell me what you thing of this, and do tell me if you also read something or watched something happen, or tv,which got you thinking, or got u a new perspective. I'll post it as a blog here.
Ciao
Love,
Devil's own
I have been reading The diary of a young girl by Anne Frank. It's pretty interesting and you read atleast something in every book you read that makes your mind tick. I found so many things about Anne that were like me, but ofcourse so many more which were nothing like me.
For those of you who do not know, I'll introduce you to the book. It has been written during the second world war from 1942 to 1944. A young jewish girl (Anne) gets a diary as a present on her birthday and begins writing in it. She is popular among friends, and has boys always asking her out. She has atleast 20 people to call friends, but still there's no body who she can confide in, no body with who she can talk about her thought. Her friends are too childish for her. So she chooses her diary to talk to.
She talks about the conditions that were being faced by jews around her. She lives in Holland. Although her family is quite well off, and is living in better conditions than millions of people. The family makes preparations to go into hiding. Most of the things that they would require to live comfortably are sent through friends and relatives to the place where they later went to hide in. The franks (anne's family) move in there with another family called the van dans. Its amazing how despite the war, and presence of more important issues to deal with, there still are bitter arguments and disagreements over such petty things, both within and among the families. They still are fighting over whose crockery and china would be used.
But also, inspite of the conditions they are living in they celebrate birthdays and holidays, and give each other whatever little presents they can manage to get. Still celebrating the good things in life. But the horror of being killed at anytime still remains in their minds.
In her family, there's her father and her mother, and her elder siser Margot. Margot is more beautiful, more attractive, more sensible, well mannered, and is loved by everyone. Anne loves her sister, but sometimes feels the need to be appreciated herself. Her sister is more passive, and anne is more frank and forthright.
I guess this is enough about the book.
Now...
I had been feeling miserable, and i even cried. Why is not important here. My friend was trying to make me feel better, and she talked about another friend of mine who is facing a really bad time, and is in a soup.
You must have definitely heard something like .... i cried that i had no shoes, until i met a man who had no feet. Well sounds touchy, and does make sense. especially when you compare shoes and feet. But when you are actually feeling blue, things like these don't help.
Atleast they don't help me.
To think of this, i feel how selfish can I get? the other person, cant even get a good night's sleep, and i am getting all worked up about my little worries.
Now why I talked about the book was this,
there was a part in the book, where a lady talks to anne's mother about something that was troubling her, to which she replied think abt all the misery that the people are facing bcoz of the war, think of the misery in th world and thank god you are not a part of it. we are so much better here.
Anne wrote in her diary, that it is of no help thinking of misery when you are miserable yourself.
This one sentence made so much sense to me, that i sat thinking about it, and related it to myself, and that day, when i thought myself to be so selfish.
I'll read on, and tell you if i come across something else interesting.
Keep your comments coming. Tell me what you thing of this, and do tell me if you also read something or watched something happen, or tv,which got you thinking, or got u a new perspective. I'll post it as a blog here.
Ciao
Love,
Devil's own
Monday, July 25, 2005
Comments
Hi all
I've been reading all your comments
Thanks a lot
keep 'em coming
I'll be replying to them in the comments place.
find my replies there.
I really appreciate all of your comments
Ciao
love
Devil's own
I've been reading all your comments
Thanks a lot
keep 'em coming
I'll be replying to them in the comments place.
find my replies there.
I really appreciate all of your comments
Ciao
love
Devil's own
Saturday, July 23, 2005
The movie that sucked!
I had written in my post yesterday that i was going to wath a movie or two. well I did. The first movie I watched was called "D". I wasn't really looking forward to watching it, and i skipped it at the release in the pic halls too. But it turned out to be quite a movie. Seriously, the movie was good. The actor, wasn't really good looking... but smart, and he knew how to act! most don't.
Then, the next movie in the dvd was Kaal. When it began, i thought ok its gonna be an interesting movie... but oh my god... it was disastrous! The angles that had been shot from, and the background score et al is pretty stylish and good. But there's nothing more than that. I should have known better. The storyline doesnt make sense at all guys!
The movie begins with a glamourous and stylish song, which is in no way related to the movie. Then there is a little bit about a little too hunky national geographic wildlife expert, who is reading about mysterious attacks and killings of people for the past two months in a place called orbit national park. His wife(may have been a girlfriend too, i dont really know) and him decide to go there inspite of knowing that the places roads will be closed in 2-3 days due to bad whether and jungle wont be safe then. ( Did he plan to go there and hunt the tiger down and take badla from him or what?) Then there is a group of three nut friends, and one of their girlfriends, who have bought a new imported car, and the bigger nut is at the driver's seat. Here's something about the four of them. One thing common to all of them was that all of them are psychopaths!
The girl is wearing a tight mini skirt, but is very religious and superstitious. she's arguing with the nut guy at the driver's seat (who's her boyfriend), bcoz he didn't do the pooja b4 driving the new car, and is all hyped up bcoz, the car is black.then a kali billi crosses the road, and they happen to kill it, and so there's more cribbing by the girl. the gaadi breaks down, they take a lift (enter another nut), and raasta mein the pick up the wildlife experts too.
In the middle of the road, there goes something wrong again, and they stop. Three tigers are standing facing them. then a guy with a lathi who calls himself kaali enters, and the tigers are afraid of him and go away. He says the jungle belongs to him and stuff. Slowly, three of the six people are killed. and the remaining three find out that kaali is actually a guide's spirit who's been killing everyone, and they somehow escape death....
i know... only reading it makes you bored... talk abt watching the whole of it!!!!
U know what, i got bored just writing this!
I see the movie as karan johar's failed attempt at giving Ram gopal verma some competition!
Tell me what u feel about the movies
and tell me about some ridiculous movies u've seen
Adios!
Love
Devil's own
Then, the next movie in the dvd was Kaal. When it began, i thought ok its gonna be an interesting movie... but oh my god... it was disastrous! The angles that had been shot from, and the background score et al is pretty stylish and good. But there's nothing more than that. I should have known better. The storyline doesnt make sense at all guys!
The movie begins with a glamourous and stylish song, which is in no way related to the movie. Then there is a little bit about a little too hunky national geographic wildlife expert, who is reading about mysterious attacks and killings of people for the past two months in a place called orbit national park. His wife(may have been a girlfriend too, i dont really know) and him decide to go there inspite of knowing that the places roads will be closed in 2-3 days due to bad whether and jungle wont be safe then. ( Did he plan to go there and hunt the tiger down and take badla from him or what?) Then there is a group of three nut friends, and one of their girlfriends, who have bought a new imported car, and the bigger nut is at the driver's seat. Here's something about the four of them. One thing common to all of them was that all of them are psychopaths!
The girl is wearing a tight mini skirt, but is very religious and superstitious. she's arguing with the nut guy at the driver's seat (who's her boyfriend), bcoz he didn't do the pooja b4 driving the new car, and is all hyped up bcoz, the car is black.then a kali billi crosses the road, and they happen to kill it, and so there's more cribbing by the girl. the gaadi breaks down, they take a lift (enter another nut), and raasta mein the pick up the wildlife experts too.
In the middle of the road, there goes something wrong again, and they stop. Three tigers are standing facing them. then a guy with a lathi who calls himself kaali enters, and the tigers are afraid of him and go away. He says the jungle belongs to him and stuff. Slowly, three of the six people are killed. and the remaining three find out that kaali is actually a guide's spirit who's been killing everyone, and they somehow escape death....
i know... only reading it makes you bored... talk abt watching the whole of it!!!!
U know what, i got bored just writing this!
I see the movie as karan johar's failed attempt at giving Ram gopal verma some competition!
Tell me what u feel about the movies
and tell me about some ridiculous movies u've seen
Adios!
Love
Devil's own
Friday, July 22, 2005
Today I reached college a bit too early. The classes were to begin at half past ten, and i thought that it was half past eight!!! That isn't like me at all. So there were two hours to kill. Me and my friend sat their talking and talking, and it when we looked at the huge clock just past the entrance, it was already quarter past ten. Misha had an HR class going on, and they had been given a five minute break, so we chatted for a while. She told me the HR faculty was brilliant, I gave a thought to whether I was wise to take up marketing, and I have no doubts about it.
Then finally the class began, it was an Integreted Marketing Communications class. My first one for the subject. There were a lot of faces that i hadnt seen, and i came to know that they were the MBA(MS)2yrs third semester students, who are gonna be with us in the mktg classes. The teacher sucked!!!! Atleast she couldnt keep my attention. Then, the lady asked everyone to introduce and also promote themselves!!!!?!?!?! I had a really bad throat today, actually, right now I barely manage to speak. The new guys were like drooling, and they din't make any efforts to not be noticed. But somehow I managed to make quite an impression at the teacher by the little that i spoke.
The next class was Sales and Distribution. I've heard of the term hyperactive, but the S&D faculty was an extreme case! For the first ten minutes, he was amusing and funny with all those jokes and hilarious comments... but then it was a little too much. But atleast he knows the subject that he's teaching... and is good at it.
again, when the classes were done, a 2yrs guy almost fell at me, obviously not accidently. I just stepped back. The idiot!
Right now, I had a bhutta, and then I am sitting here adding to my blog, and checking mails, and after I go home I'll rest a bit, read TOI, and finish with my profit and loss, and begin with time and work. Got some assignments to work on too. My classmate gave me a movie DVD, so I'll probably watch a movie or two before I go to bed. I'll come back tommorow and write more.
Till then!
Love,
Devil's own
Then finally the class began, it was an Integreted Marketing Communications class. My first one for the subject. There were a lot of faces that i hadnt seen, and i came to know that they were the MBA(MS)2yrs third semester students, who are gonna be with us in the mktg classes. The teacher sucked!!!! Atleast she couldnt keep my attention. Then, the lady asked everyone to introduce and also promote themselves!!!!?!?!?! I had a really bad throat today, actually, right now I barely manage to speak. The new guys were like drooling, and they din't make any efforts to not be noticed. But somehow I managed to make quite an impression at the teacher by the little that i spoke.
The next class was Sales and Distribution. I've heard of the term hyperactive, but the S&D faculty was an extreme case! For the first ten minutes, he was amusing and funny with all those jokes and hilarious comments... but then it was a little too much. But atleast he knows the subject that he's teaching... and is good at it.
again, when the classes were done, a 2yrs guy almost fell at me, obviously not accidently. I just stepped back. The idiot!
Right now, I had a bhutta, and then I am sitting here adding to my blog, and checking mails, and after I go home I'll rest a bit, read TOI, and finish with my profit and loss, and begin with time and work. Got some assignments to work on too. My classmate gave me a movie DVD, so I'll probably watch a movie or two before I go to bed. I'll come back tommorow and write more.
Till then!
Love,
Devil's own
Dearest Anonymous
Dearest Anonymous,
You are getting too restless, so here's a reply for you.
I read you comment, but could not comprehend it, coz no incidences had been cited, nor were you gutsy enough to put your name there. Chill, pal! I won't harm you.... i won't start a revenge campaign, that's your job... remember?! Do you think that all that i wrote was directed at you? Who are you anyway? you mentioned in your comment something about my crossing limits, why don't you mail me and elaborate on the topic. Are you too afraid of disclosing your identity? You adviced me to act so that people start loving me again... Exactly where did i mention a lack of love in my life dude? If you read the blog carefully, u must have also read that i don't have grudges... so, PAL, throw the guilt pang in your heart away, i havent any problems with you. I didn't refer to any particular person, so why are u getting worried sweetheart?! Guilt isn't too good a thing for you. In your next comment, build up enough courage to write your name, or simply mail me, so that both of us can have a better understanding of the paradigms that we hold. Don't be afraid! Adios! Hope to hear from you soon!!! :)
Love,
Devil's own
You are getting too restless, so here's a reply for you.
I read you comment, but could not comprehend it, coz no incidences had been cited, nor were you gutsy enough to put your name there. Chill, pal! I won't harm you.... i won't start a revenge campaign, that's your job... remember?! Do you think that all that i wrote was directed at you? Who are you anyway? you mentioned in your comment something about my crossing limits, why don't you mail me and elaborate on the topic. Are you too afraid of disclosing your identity? You adviced me to act so that people start loving me again... Exactly where did i mention a lack of love in my life dude? If you read the blog carefully, u must have also read that i don't have grudges... so, PAL, throw the guilt pang in your heart away, i havent any problems with you. I didn't refer to any particular person, so why are u getting worried sweetheart?! Guilt isn't too good a thing for you. In your next comment, build up enough courage to write your name, or simply mail me, so that both of us can have a better understanding of the paradigms that we hold. Don't be afraid! Adios! Hope to hear from you soon!!! :)
Love,
Devil's own
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Krasnoyarsk-26
I read this book by sidney sheldon and found some interesting information
In Siberia, somewhere in the mountains, and 600 feet below, where only an elevator specially built can go, there's a place called krasnoyarsk-26.
it is a secret city and has been built like any othermodern city. but it's sole existence is for the cause of producing plutonium for building weapons of mass destruction. one hundred thousand scientists and technicians live and work there. in the beginning they were given the finest food and clothes and housing. but they are all there with one restriction that they must agree never to leave. they must cut themselves off completely from the rest of the world for the rest of their lives.
The plutonium is produced in a giant laboratory which has three enormous reactors housed in an immense cave. out of the three reactors, a single one out of them can produce enough plutonium to make anatomic bomb every three days. a single reactor produces half a ton of plutonium in an year, which is enough to make a hundred bombs. they have loads of plutonium stored, but the catch is, they can't stop producing more plutonium even if they want to, because the plutonium from the reactor furnishes the power for the city above. if the reactor is turned off, there will be no light and no heat and thepeople will quickly freeze to death. also, because of the poor state of the russian economy, there is no longer the money to pay the scientists and technicians. the homes they had been given have been deteriorating and there is no money to repair them. all the luxuries they had been given have disappeared and they haven't been paid for months. the people are getting desperate. the paradox is, the amount of plutonium stored there is worth untold millions of dollars, yet the people who created it have nothing andare starting to go hungry.
The secret underground city of krasnoyarsk-26 is one of the thirteen closed cities engaged in nuclear production. krasnoyarsk-26 is located in central siberia, two thousand miles from moscow, and since its creation, it has produced 45 tons of weapons grade plutonium (the book i read this in was published in 2000). although two of the reactors were shut down in1992, one remains active, currently producing half a ton of plutonium a year to make atomic bombs.this is a link where you can know more about it.
http://www.globalsecurity.org/wmd/world/russia/krasnoyarsk-26_nuc.htm
Btw, the book i read all this in was called The sky is falling by sidney sheldon
If you have any interesting pieces of information, do post them, in the comments, and I'll post it here.
Love
Devil's Own
In Siberia, somewhere in the mountains, and 600 feet below, where only an elevator specially built can go, there's a place called krasnoyarsk-26.
it is a secret city and has been built like any othermodern city. but it's sole existence is for the cause of producing plutonium for building weapons of mass destruction. one hundred thousand scientists and technicians live and work there. in the beginning they were given the finest food and clothes and housing. but they are all there with one restriction that they must agree never to leave. they must cut themselves off completely from the rest of the world for the rest of their lives.
The plutonium is produced in a giant laboratory which has three enormous reactors housed in an immense cave. out of the three reactors, a single one out of them can produce enough plutonium to make anatomic bomb every three days. a single reactor produces half a ton of plutonium in an year, which is enough to make a hundred bombs. they have loads of plutonium stored, but the catch is, they can't stop producing more plutonium even if they want to, because the plutonium from the reactor furnishes the power for the city above. if the reactor is turned off, there will be no light and no heat and thepeople will quickly freeze to death. also, because of the poor state of the russian economy, there is no longer the money to pay the scientists and technicians. the homes they had been given have been deteriorating and there is no money to repair them. all the luxuries they had been given have disappeared and they haven't been paid for months. the people are getting desperate. the paradox is, the amount of plutonium stored there is worth untold millions of dollars, yet the people who created it have nothing andare starting to go hungry.
The secret underground city of krasnoyarsk-26 is one of the thirteen closed cities engaged in nuclear production. krasnoyarsk-26 is located in central siberia, two thousand miles from moscow, and since its creation, it has produced 45 tons of weapons grade plutonium (the book i read this in was published in 2000). although two of the reactors were shut down in1992, one remains active, currently producing half a ton of plutonium a year to make atomic bombs.this is a link where you can know more about it.
http://www.globalsecurity.org/wmd/world/russia/krasnoyarsk-26_nuc.htm
Btw, the book i read all this in was called The sky is falling by sidney sheldon
If you have any interesting pieces of information, do post them, in the comments, and I'll post it here.
Love
Devil's Own
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Think about these
To dream anything that you want to dream
That is the beauty of the human mind
To do anything that you want to
That is the strength of the human will
To trust yourself, to test your limits
That is the courage to succeed
You can run from love
You can run from war
You can run from the cop on the street
You can run from danger
You can run from a stranger
But you cannot run away from your feet
A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a really nice person!
DON'T GET CROSS... GET EVEN!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
It's worth listening to each other patiently. Afterall, we know what we are going to say, on the other hand we dont know what the other person wants to say.
What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that so many others had it good.
Take a risk
Take a chance
Join the club
Join the dance
Learn to fly
Learn to soar
Strive for joy
Strive for more
Be brave just do
Be brave be you
That is the beauty of the human mind
To do anything that you want to
That is the strength of the human will
To trust yourself, to test your limits
That is the courage to succeed
You can run from love
You can run from war
You can run from the cop on the street
You can run from danger
You can run from a stranger
But you cannot run away from your feet
A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a really nice person!
DON'T GET CROSS... GET EVEN!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
It's worth listening to each other patiently. Afterall, we know what we are going to say, on the other hand we dont know what the other person wants to say.
What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that so many others had it good.
Take a risk
Take a chance
Join the club
Join the dance
Learn to fly
Learn to soar
Strive for joy
Strive for more
Be brave just do
Be brave be you
When I was 12
Here I'm writing a few out of the poems (if i can call them that) which I nhad written when I was 12. They sound imature, and the language is a bit too simple, but hey, I was only 12, and these are very dear and special to me. Each single one has a significance to me.
Here I'm sitting was the first one I wrote, so this one's the most dear to me.
HERE I'M SITTING
Here I'm sitting
Watching everybody emptying the comtents of their hearts into their friends'
I'm sitting here lonely
with no one to talk to
Feeling even more painful than being poked with innumerable needles
Here I'm sitting
Wishing for creatures from other worlds to come
and take me with them
Far away from these earthlings
I'm living in a world full of selfish, cruel and shrewd people
They'd never care about people who are alone
They're all busy with themselves
What one needs to survive in this world
is a true - true friend
Just like the one who comes in my dreams every night
And my thoughts, every moment
Here I'm sitting
Waiting for a friend to come, with who
I can share each and every moment of my life
Here I'm sitting
Now having no hope of finding the friend of my dreams
But, I was, I am and I will be waiting for him forever and ever
**************************
I KNOW, But Still.....
I know we had a big big fight
But let's still be friends forever
You don't want me to show you my face
But let's still be friends forever
You don't find anything good in me
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm the world's biggest moron
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm immature
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't know how to sing
But let's still be friends forever
You cannot stand the sight of me
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't understand your feelings
But let's still be friends forever
You wish that I should disappear
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't care about you
But let's still be friends forever
I can't survive without you
So please be my friend forever
*******************************
THEY SAY
They say they know me well
But do they know my pain?
They think that I'm stupid
'coz I keep laughing for no reason at all
Do they see the tears behind?
They say that I am stubborn
That I must learn to compromise
Was I born this way?
It's me who's an imbecile
That I want people to understand me
Do I tel them all nI want them to know?
You don't care for him
what wrong has he dont to you?
He wants to push me away
What have I done to deserve this?
No one cares how I feel.
Sometimes I doubt my existence.
People wish for peace in the world
And I'm waiting for a war; a big disastrous war
Then I'll escape
So that people can no more torment me
But all I can do is Wait Wait and Wait
Wishing for my dreams to come true
Someday, Somewhere...
****************************
WHAT?
I don't know
Whether it's diamond or gold
Or of emotions,
That can't ever be told
Is our relationship made
of countless smiles,
of projects and files
talking and sharing
our thoughts and comparing
our lives and those
of the rich and famous
of the known and the anonymous
Making silly songs
and calling peoply by crazy names
Writing poems senseless and long
And playing dumb games
We don't care about presents
Love and faith are the essence
Living each day together
and hoping that this friendship lasts forever
***************************
(This one doesn't have a title)
My affection for him is never ending
Though, I know I don't count for him
My heart is filled with sorrow when he's in pain,
My excitement knows no bounds when he's happy
I miss his usual self
I expect him to get back his happy-go-lucky attitude
But still I don't
I pray to God for him to have bliss
He deserves all the happiness that eternity can hold
He's the nicest person to be with
But people don't figure that out
He has misplaced his usual self
Somewhere in the eccentricities of life
I care too much to let him suffer
But ther isn't much I can do
All I can do is stand by him
and assure him, that the greyest day,
is brighter than it seems
I have a light of hope in my heart
That someday,
Happiness will sprinkle over him, like rains
Let's wait.... Let's Wait....
***************************
Post your comments, tell me what you have to say
Here I'm sitting was the first one I wrote, so this one's the most dear to me.
HERE I'M SITTING
Here I'm sitting
Watching everybody emptying the comtents of their hearts into their friends'
I'm sitting here lonely
with no one to talk to
Feeling even more painful than being poked with innumerable needles
Here I'm sitting
Wishing for creatures from other worlds to come
and take me with them
Far away from these earthlings
I'm living in a world full of selfish, cruel and shrewd people
They'd never care about people who are alone
They're all busy with themselves
What one needs to survive in this world
is a true - true friend
Just like the one who comes in my dreams every night
And my thoughts, every moment
Here I'm sitting
Waiting for a friend to come, with who
I can share each and every moment of my life
Here I'm sitting
Now having no hope of finding the friend of my dreams
But, I was, I am and I will be waiting for him forever and ever
**************************
I KNOW, But Still.....
I know we had a big big fight
But let's still be friends forever
You don't want me to show you my face
But let's still be friends forever
You don't find anything good in me
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm the world's biggest moron
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm immature
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't know how to sing
But let's still be friends forever
You cannot stand the sight of me
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't understand your feelings
But let's still be friends forever
You wish that I should disappear
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't care about you
But let's still be friends forever
I can't survive without you
So please be my friend forever
*******************************
THEY SAY
They say they know me well
But do they know my pain?
They think that I'm stupid
'coz I keep laughing for no reason at all
Do they see the tears behind?
They say that I am stubborn
That I must learn to compromise
Was I born this way?
It's me who's an imbecile
That I want people to understand me
Do I tel them all nI want them to know?
You don't care for him
what wrong has he dont to you?
He wants to push me away
What have I done to deserve this?
No one cares how I feel.
Sometimes I doubt my existence.
People wish for peace in the world
And I'm waiting for a war; a big disastrous war
Then I'll escape
So that people can no more torment me
But all I can do is Wait Wait and Wait
Wishing for my dreams to come true
Someday, Somewhere...
****************************
WHAT?
I don't know
Whether it's diamond or gold
Or of emotions,
That can't ever be told
Is our relationship made
of countless smiles,
of projects and files
talking and sharing
our thoughts and comparing
our lives and those
of the rich and famous
of the known and the anonymous
Making silly songs
and calling peoply by crazy names
Writing poems senseless and long
And playing dumb games
We don't care about presents
Love and faith are the essence
Living each day together
and hoping that this friendship lasts forever
***************************
(This one doesn't have a title)
My affection for him is never ending
Though, I know I don't count for him
My heart is filled with sorrow when he's in pain,
My excitement knows no bounds when he's happy
I miss his usual self
I expect him to get back his happy-go-lucky attitude
But still I don't
I pray to God for him to have bliss
He deserves all the happiness that eternity can hold
He's the nicest person to be with
But people don't figure that out
He has misplaced his usual self
Somewhere in the eccentricities of life
I care too much to let him suffer
But ther isn't much I can do
All I can do is stand by him
and assure him, that the greyest day,
is brighter than it seems
I have a light of hope in my heart
That someday,
Happiness will sprinkle over him, like rains
Let's wait.... Let's Wait....
***************************
Post your comments, tell me what you have to say
Gita
Someone very dear to me, wrote this and gave it to me. Although I realise the truth about it, I am far from following this. This is a translation of Bhagwatgita's Chapter 2, Shlokas 62, 63, 64 and 65
For a person thinking of sense objects, there grows an attachment for them, from attachment arises desire, from desire anger, from anger results delusion, rom delusion results confusion of memory, from confusion of memory results destruction of intelligence and from destruction of intelligence, he perishes
But that person of controlled senses, who moves about amidst sense objects with the senses governed by the self and free from attachment and aversion- he attains serenity.
When this serenity is attained, there results the destruction of all his misery, verily, the wisdom o the serene minded one gets steady soon.
For the uncontrolled person, there is no knowledge, nor there is meditation for him, and for the unmeditative person, there is no peace and for one bereft of peace, how can there be happiness
For a person thinking of sense objects, there grows an attachment for them, from attachment arises desire, from desire anger, from anger results delusion, rom delusion results confusion of memory, from confusion of memory results destruction of intelligence and from destruction of intelligence, he perishes
But that person of controlled senses, who moves about amidst sense objects with the senses governed by the self and free from attachment and aversion- he attains serenity.
When this serenity is attained, there results the destruction of all his misery, verily, the wisdom o the serene minded one gets steady soon.
For the uncontrolled person, there is no knowledge, nor there is meditation for him, and for the unmeditative person, there is no peace and for one bereft of peace, how can there be happiness
If I Knew
I first came across this when I was in school. This is beautiful, and so very true. We should always take time to tell our loved ones what they mean to us, so that you have no regrets tommorow.
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,
"instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,
"instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
Roots
Yesterday night after we had dinner, i went back to my room and started playing Icy tower... which is the most recent game that i've discovered. Daadi(grandmom) came into my room and we started chatting abt here and there. Papa was gonna come quite late. The discussion wandered off to her days in pakistan, that is before the British left. It had been two or three years since she had got married. My grandparents used to live somewhere near Allahbad in Pakistan. They were pretty young then. The Muslims and Hindus had quite a conflicting situation there, and the hindus were being pushed into converting their religion. So lots of hindus fled from there to Hindustan (India). A bus took many Indians on the route to a place in Punjab called Lalru near Ambala. That is where my maternal and paternal grandparents met. They came from differenr places in Pakistan, boarded the same bus on the same day and came to live as neighbours. Who knew that their children will grow up to marry each other, and they'll be relatives. She told me everything, that happened then. My Naani (maternal grandmother) already had a little son when she had come to India, and then after that she bore five more children. My Daadi had six children too. Their children grew up together. We talked for a long time, and we sat chatting till after midnight, and after that I sat thinking in my room about all that she told me. I came to know so many things for the first time in my life. The most surprising one being that my father and mother had a love come arranged marriage. I never knew that! My grandparents came to know only after they were engaged. My mother's brother was my father's best friend, and he chose them for each other.
There are so so so many things that I came to know yesterday. How life completely transforms itself. Two people living in different places become a part of one another's lives. I'll never forget yesterday, and all that we talked about
There are so so so many things that I came to know yesterday. How life completely transforms itself. Two people living in different places become a part of one another's lives. I'll never forget yesterday, and all that we talked about
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Cliche Juice
Cliche Juice
Home is where the heart is and my heart is out travelling.
Up into the wild blue yonder, wingless, prayerful
that this miracle of flight will not end just yet.
Also at home, with you,on the ground
wherever you might he at the moment,grounded like a high schooler,
like a wire,a bird and a wire,feet on the ground
and my heart in my throat now,now in my feet,
lawfully descending with gravity to the lower, lowest,
most sought after most beautifully bound,home.
Aspirations involve reparations.
We reach for the stars wondering what we are.
But my Reason has been found by finding you and looking down
And it is there,not in the stars of fantasized worlds,
fifth dimensions, sixth senses,holy parallel potentates of potentialities-
that my feet will trace their slow as history itself dance:
a walking calligraphy so subtle that it will take 40 years and more
and a view from above with an impersonal remove and lofty attachment
I hope to barely fail at that mythical two- backed beast;
itinerant stasis; like the one I enjoy up here in the well attended air,
to read the cursive strokes of my aggregate footsteps,
like some fairy tale dissolve,'Once upon a time" or twice written
on our little page of earth, ground,
wherever our home may be will be
wherever we happen to be.
This is a poem I absolutely love. and also it has been written by my favourite actor!
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