Over 6000 hits and my 75th post... you guys have rocked my year! Or half a year... Thank you very very much... this blog is basically full of nonsense but I appreciate all the time you guys have spent visiting and trying to make sense out of it... for encouraging me on some of the worst days of my life and arguing with with me on topics important to me... laughing with me over a stupid joke or Dhruva's comment... I'd like to thank all you guys for everything.. Oh! And Kaushik you too... for all the spelling and grammar checks you've run!

This year has been the single most important year in my life. 12th board exams, leaving school.. starting college, finishing my first semester.. making new friends, bugging you guys with posts full of nonsense, loads of laughter, hugs, and tears... it's been one helluva ride. It marked the end of alot of journies and the start of another few hundred.

I'm not a person of too many words(lol)... As much as I'm tempted to sit down and list everything that's happened..just to bore you with the gory details.. I'm going to let you guys off the hook easy.

I'd just like to tell everyone in my life... Alot has changed, I have changed...grown up, the fast way this year...hard to imagine, but true. Anxiety, curiosity and sadness all seemed to go hand in hand at every good-bye. Anxiety and curiosity for what the future held, and sadness at losing something/someone I held very dear to my heart. But, here's what hasn't changed: You are and will always be important to me. Even though it seems I'm busy with new friends, or "my life", you are always remembered. I'd like to apologise for all the mistakes I've made and I hope you will forgive me. To my family, my friends and everyone I know... I love you guys, and I'm really glad and greatful that you are a part of my life.

May all of you be blessed with loads of love and joy... good health and patience..luck and the will to work hard... and loads and loads of hugs!! Here's wishing everyone a very very Happy New Year 2006!!

God bless!

"These people are abnormal and they need to be helped," was the response of a police comissioner when asked if homosexuality should be made illegal.

Lemme go in order... so just follow me, and then tell me what you have to say.

A gay activist cited an example of how the law can be and is twisted and turned when and as pleased. Under article 377 ( For you lawyers in the making, if it's not 377, then whichever article it is. I really dnt care what number you want to call it.) it is stated that forced sex with a man, a woman and an animal is an offence. So, a man who had sex with his chicken (way to go!!) wasn't prosecuted because a fowl is not an animal(someone please explain the difference to me??)

This very article, is of importance ( big surprise there) because it is under this article that child abusers are prosecuted. Rape comes under this article.

At this point, I'd also like to point out that policemen all around the country use this very "law" to harass people who might seem to be gay/lesbians. Homosexuals HAVE had to spend 6 months in jail on this very basis.

Some people want this law to be ammended. So that there is a seperate law that deals with abuse and rape and another that deals with homosexuality...

Now, I came across some very interesting statements made by some very famous people (I will not mention names) who have responded to the "Should homosexuality be legalised?" question. Politically correct statements of course. Here's a gist of them...

"It is an abnormality. Marraige between a man and a man or a woman and a woman is un-natural. By legalising this un-natural bond we are propogating this abnormality. But, let me make one thing clear, I agree that we should learn to accept such people. I have nothing against them. But it is abnormal."

"Marraige, as defined by the church, refers to a family. And a family primirarily consists of a man and a woman. Any other bond, like that of a man and a man or a woman and a woman, is not recognised as a marraige by the Church. And hence, the phrase, gay marraige is of no significance." (Father...God bless you.. NOT!!)

"We should help such people. We should help treat this abnormality. It is a problem and needs to be treated."

A gay person, in response to this offer of treatment and sympathy, had this to say : I can hear, walk, talk and see. All my five senses work. What is this problem you are talking about? What is this problem you want to treat? (Answer that smartypants..ha!)

Politically correct, my little toe. I was ashamed and disgusted on hearing people voice such veiws. Fact of the matter is that you think these people are abnormal. That they carry a disease or something. That they have a problem that needs to be treated so that it doesn't, what was that word that wise guy used? aah.. so that is doesn't propogate.

A person doesn't chose to be homosexual. It is something genetic, that comes from within. Wake up mister! These people are every bit as human as you and I. Oh I'm sorry, as human as me. Not you.

Two very interesting points come to mind:

1. Sex between animals of the same sex is not un common. It has been seen and documented. So, there goes your "un natural" theory out of the window.

2. There should be a law against policemen barging into other peoples houses to check on who they are sleeping with!!

Every person is an image of God. Each person is perfect. Who the hell are you/we/me to discriminate and point fingers are some people and saying that they are wrong??

It makes these people question themselves. Get into drugs. Try to live a normal life by marrying the other sex. And bringing AIDS home. Along with misery.

The question when reframed, "Sir, suppose the two were seperated, as is being suggested. Do you support a law legalising gay marraiges?"

"No." And they repeated the same bullshit as mentioned above.

NOW, you know what I think. I think that it was better when we were living in the forests. People back then had SENSE. Oh! what's the best part? They knew how to be human. Well, as human as an ape/chimp can be. But seriously, I'd rather be a chimp than a person who thinks the way these above mentioned people think. In short, I think everyone is an individual and is defined by some characteristics. Each person has his/her own personality, mind and feelings. No one, and I mean no one, has the right to stop a person on the road and say, "You're a guy. You have no right to have sex with another guy. It's wrong. There's something wrong with you. Lemme take you to a doc, and we can sort this out."

It might come as a shock to some people, but two people in a relationship, don't spend all their time having SEX. Big shocker there, huh?? People in love, do other stuff than making love all, the sexual way, all the time. And it is about LOVE. Not SEX all the time. They live their lives together, work, play, and whatever normal people do, too. Why do you want to define them as different form different? Each person is different. But you want to call these people different from all the other differents, that you and me are?? (good analogy, huh? Really brainy.. but u get the pt!!)

Now.. before you get totally lost..tell me what you think..untill then, im gnna go do some chemistry.. exam tomorrow! Damn you'd think you'd get rid of such things once you get into college... But take my word.. it just keeps getting worse!!

Oh!! BACK TO THE POST..!! Concentrate.. ;)

Have a lovely day..love ya guys!

I was watching Cricket Controversies on NDTv the other day and to me, it has been proven without doubt, that Mr.Sidhu's sense of humor is unbeatable. The guy is superbly crazy. In a good way.

The stuff he says is so hilarious, that I jot down my most favorite lines, everytime I watch this show or hear him commenting on a live cricket match...As in... they aren't JOKES or anything... it's just his way of parting wisdom and commenting on something/anything is funny..So here's a collection of all the "quotes" that I've managed to collect and a few others I got after googling his name...Read ALL of them... you won't be sorry!!

"The world is all about mind and matter; I don't mind and you don't matter."

{ When Farooque Sheikh, host of the talk show Jeena isi ka naam hai asked him what he thinks of those who criticize his style of commentary }

A good lather is half the shave.

He's shredded than into smithereens
{On Rahul Dravid hitting a boundary, India v England, 2002}

All that comes from a cow is not milk.

As innocent as freshly laid eggs.

He flew like a bird and plucked it out of thin air.
{On Indian fielder Sadagopan Ramesh's diving catch against Sri Lanka}

Beauty even when silent is eloquent.

He is like Indian three-wheeler which will suck a lot of diesel but cannot go beyond 30!
{On Sri Lankan batsman Romesh Kaluwitharna who was wasting balls without making runs}

Nobody travels on the road to success without a puncture or two.

Its very difficult to kill a man who is hell bent upon committing suicide!

My idea of a bird is 36-24-36.

The third umpires should be changed as often as nappies and for the same reason.

New Zealanders are like bicycles in a cycle stand - one falls down and the complete row will be down!
{ In India's last match against New Zealand}

Sri Lankan score is running like an Indian taxi meter.

Statistics are like miniskirts, they reveal more than what they hide.

There is light at the end of the tunnel for India, but it's that of an oncoming train which will run them over.

That ball went so high it could have got an air hostess down with it !!
{When Saurav Ganguly took a catch that had gone very high in the air}

The ball whizzes past like a bumble bee and the Indians are in the sea.

The gap between bat and pad is so much that I would have driven a car through it... !!

The Indians are finding the gaps like a pin in a haystack.

You can't play a symphony alone, it takes an orchestra to play it.
{ For it is the team work that matters my friend...}

The Indians are going to beat the Kiwis! Let me tell you, my friend, that the Kiwi is the only bird in the whole world which does not have wings!
{To Martin Crowe}

A fallen lighthouse is more dangerous than a reef.

When you are dining with the demon you've got to have a long spoon!

You got to choose between tightening your belt or losing your pants.

Wickets are like wives - you never know which way they will turn!
{In the midst of a verbal duel with Martin Crowe}

Experience is like a comb that life gives you when you are bald.

Even a cock crows over his own dunghill.

Beware of the naked man who offers you his shirt.

As uncomfortable as a bum on a porcupine. (oww oww owwwwwww!!!)

Merry christmas guys!! 'wishing you loads and loads of happiness and love...

Do I really want more people on this planet who look/talk/think/ and do everything like I do?? But that's what we are moving towards. The n th twin.

Baby factories where you can tell the robot/guy sitting at the window what color hair/skin/eyes/sex/blah blah you want your child to have and voila`!! Your baby pops out of a machine, with a tag that reads "Best before 60 years from date of manufacture". Do I want that? I ummm..think i'll stick to the stork delivering mine.

We were having a discussion on this whole cloning craze that's going on and what we think about it. I hadn't really thought about it.. but after spending some time thinking about a baby with desired characteristics, like they would say in sci-talk, popping out of a machine... there being more than one Me on this planet..I've decided I don't like the idea.

I mean other than the reason I gave my prof; Sir, if babies were to be produced in factories, then we'd be missing out on the fun part... there are many other reasons why I'd rather this genie stayed in its lamp and came out only once in a while, to save the world.

Genes are the instruction books to life. They hold information regarding how tall you are, what color your hair,eyes, skin, etc are and they can also tell you your expiry date. Mankind today, has learnt not only how to read this code but also how to modify and replace it. This is called genetic cloning.

While it grants some people an easier life and others a new life all together, it can have it has its bad side too.

Ok.. for a second.. just imagine.. you knew when you were going to die.. how much fun would life be for you? I mean, the whole charm of life becomes non-existant once you know that. Also, by modifying this age-gene/death-gene or whatever you want to call it, aren't we taking it onto ourselves to decide when who dies and when who doesn't?? And isn't that not our work? What I mean to say is that there is a God. A creator. A supreme being. By altering our own deaths and births aren't we defying nature? This supreme power?

Me thinks everything in the correct doses is right. That is, if we think we are mature enough to utilise this science for saving lifes, curing people, preventing them of pain,etc then we should go ahead. But if this is some sort of a power game at the end of which you see yourself standing on the globe and claiming yourself to be the greatest then we should STOP. 'cuz hey buddy! You aren't the greatest. I am.

:)

Isn't it illegal to kill people before they've had the oppurtunity to turn 18??


No?


Well then do something and MAKE it!!


Sue Anna University... banish the Vice-Chancellor.. Abolish exams... DO SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!!


P.S: If you haven't guessed, I have an exam tomorrow. So umm.. jst yelll and curse along with me, so that I feel better? :(

Now, now don't go fainting on me.. I haven't written this and hence the title reads "definitely worth a read".. It's just a story, but I think we can all connect to it....forwarded by a friend, and well, to put it mildly, definitely worth a read.

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself," It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.

Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest.
He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who he wanted to give this doll to. "It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this.

"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."



My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me." I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?"

"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money." Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me." "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose." "You know, my mummy loves white rose." A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.
The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE!!

love ya guys, bless ya and merry christmas!

"You have GOT to tell us who it is", begged one of my dearest friends Simrat.

"Yeah, c'mon, TELL US. It can be like my b'day gift", I begged( it was world begging day!!) Disha.

I bet she was starting to regret having come at all. One tends to do that alot, even though they are your best friends!

"Now is NOT the time," She very seriously said. We just nodded our heads, half heartedly, like we completely understood... And if she was thanking her stars for Rashmi not having had started hounding her

"Is it the time now?" Rash asked... well her prayers just went unanswered.

"Yeah, is it time now?? c'mon.." I urged.

I almost heard her send up a quick prayer of thanks, for having being blessed with 30 seconds of peace. And for making hamburgers HUGE, 'cuz that's what I had in my mouth and that's what resulted in the 30 seconds delay. I'm sorry sweetie.. :)

"OK."

Another 30 seconds of silence.

"Is it the time NOW?"

"C'mon, the suspense is killing me. Who is it? Have we ever met him? How long have you guys known eachother?"

"Take a deep breath Rash. Now, there.. easy have it. One question at a time. And you start answering each of them young lady..FAST.PRONTO."

"No, it is not time YET." Disha very patiently informed us.

"God! I hate it when people do that..! First they start saying something, and then don't complete the damn story...pah. C'mon. Tell us NOW!!"

"I am not going to tell you his name, until I tell him I like him too." said Disha.

"Well, there you go guys. At least we know for sure it's a HIM," said ME the great!!

P.S: Oh Disha?! You DID and DO still call us your best friends. In case, you needed reminding!!

:D

Hellos to everybody. This is a pretty random post, unlike, ofocurse, the others on this page..ahem.. Actually, I spent yesterday in Hyderabad with my dad... so that unexpected day off from my daily mundane life gave me time to think alot and observe alot of stuff... here's what i found!!

> People always message you, try to call you.. when you are on national roaming and each incoming call is charged at Rs.4.99/min !! So, I very conviniently switched off my phone. I did, for around a full 20 seconds, hesistate and wonder what would happen if there was an emergency or something... but then I muttered something like "what the hell" and did the deed. It's kinda funny.. it felt good to have me all to myself for a change.

> I know..i know.. i AM a hypocrite. First, I buy a cell phone so that people can contact me even when i'm not at home. And then, I feel superb about having kept my phone switched off for a day!! ;)

>I came across a hoarding advertising about The Economic Times. Frankly, I love the newspaper. And hence, wasn't disappointed by the advertisement. Finally, an ad which didn't have a half naked babe with a beer bottle or something. Anyway it showed an eagle, in a going-to-snatch-a-fish-out-of-water pose. Only, the fish was depicted by a shark fin. The "jingle" read.. If you think, you can

>The guy at the entrance and I are now very good friends. I was pretty amused when I first saw him. Those men with turbans and huge moustaches you see on TV or read about...And here I was looking at an actual replica. Best part was when he gave me this huge smile to wish me a very good afternoon. Poor guy, little did he know, that he'd found himself as a fan, ME!!! MY poor dada... bathroom slippers to a 5 star and friends with the bell man and door man. He's kinda proud of me though... Have you ever seen the way these foreigners greet the bell man and the door and man and every other man, a very good day in return while around 90% Indians, just stick their noses high up in the air and walk past. I always wish them back, with my absolutely gorgeous smiles :D and thanks them too. It's what I've been taught. And I'm 100% glad and proud of my parents for having taught me. For you see... The fact that they are there to serve you... doesn't make them your servants

>I travelled by Indian Airlines on my way TO hyderabad and took the Jet back home. Neither failed to disappoint me. IA left at after a very reasonable (for it's standards) delay of 25 minutes while Jet was dot on time. The flight crew, bless their souls, were unashamedly made fun of by me.

I was travelling back alone so was getting bored... while taxing the runway, I could see these army people getting ready for a parade or something.. so I did a very me-like thing and waved. The guy next to me, was so amused, tapped me on my shoulder and with a very kind smile asked me, "Who are you waving to?"

>While eating, and looking at the clouds floating beneath me, I was thinking up of excuses to give to my teacher for not having completed some work that needed to be submitted. After alot or thinking, I decided to stick to the "Sir, my dads bag and my bag got interchanged. So, all my charts and files are with him." And to any queries as to what bag and what dad, I decided to let him know that I had been to Hyderabad for a day to meet my doctor. My dad had to go to Delhi from there and I came home, and st to college. The check -in crew made a mistake. (The second part was the complete truth)

> Little did I know that I wouldn't have to lie at all!! I hate lying! I absoultely hate it... but then I didn't have an option. And guess what? I didn't need an option to not have. Because our bags did actually get interchanged!! We checked in at the same time, and I guess they made a mistake. Hahaha!! Poor dad...!!

>Anyway, I am back home. And very glad about it. I have exams starting next week. And with no further need to worry about my health, I can start studying without worrying!! (an ahem to the "start studying part" please :) )

>I guess that's about it from me for now... by the by, if any of you guys want a particular christmas carol to be played, I'll be obliged. And do be kind enough to tell me how the templates look?? I don't know if any of you know but, I've started another blog for only pictures. You can check it out here!!

>'guess i've bored you guys enough... have a lovely day!! much love,

My english lectures are very boring. In college, instead of letting us study some good literature and giving us a chance to explore its world we are made to "learn to communicate".

It really is very pathetic. But I guess, necessary. Since, about 80% of my class are from Tamil medium schools, and hence, need help to learn this particular skill. The books suck and are full of writing letters to unknown people following a completely wrong format (Anna Unviersity!! I was shocked), full of fill in the blanks and comprehension. What makes it worse is my lecturer. He can be entertaining and engaging when he wants to, but most of the time he's on his own trip to the outter galaxies. I say this because we definately aren't listening to him. May be aliens who are immune to carbon monoxide can stay awake.

So, when my class, with a sudden burst of jest, to escape from the continuous release of carbon monoxide (makes you sleepy/unconscious and then kills ya!!) suggested that we combine two or three classes together and have a debate, the lecturer greated them with a mocking look and said, "I don't think any of you are capable of using proper language and not indulging in personal insults. Because that's what you have to do when you debate. You really think you can do it?"

The other classes were having lots of fun with debates and extempore speaking during their lectures, so my class enthusiastically replied with a YES. While discussing topics...most favorite being the dress code, but ofcourse... Sir, suggested the importance of sex education.

Complete silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Pretty sheltered life these people have lead. I'm not condemning them or trying to make fun of them here. But, what my prof had to say on the topic can be looked at from two angles.. i'm just telling it like it is. You chose! ;)

"It is a very natural urge ya. And you don't have to be married to indulge in it. There are lots of ways and means available to a person. But ofcourse protection is the key."

Silence.

"You'd go mad if you tried to suppress the urge to do it. There's stuff available on the internet. But, you have to know how to get into it (euuughh!!). You, have to be taught how to use it. You don't have to be ashamed of such urges. Hello?? our anscestors wrote scriptures on sex."

Another prof said this: "The movies don't show reality. When you are actually doing it. It's very different."

The hilarious part aside. Sex, is no longer a taboo subject amongst our generation. I don't know why the older generation are still trying to make it sound like "dirt". And something wrong. You treat an actress to slippers because she says something about pre-marital sex. They call it "defacing morals of the society." Someone correctly said: defacing, my ass.

We are progressing in sci-tech and are opening ourselves to the possible ways of living lives, every day. If someone wants to get rid of these urges by having sex with someone, then let him do it!! Marraige proposals should be rephrased to say, "Marry me sweetheart. I need to have sex."

Marraige is an institution. Not a practical sex education class.

If you think it's wrong. Then you don't do it. Why do you want to stop the other person?

One of the biggest hotbeds of AIDS in India is Madurai. The leader political group which made this allegation of "anti-tamilism" has a son who studies in a convent not to mention multiple wives.

It's so simple. Three words. Reclaim your life. Reclaim your bloddy life. Just do it.

Okies, I don't think that made too much sense. So, allow me the pleasure of explaining...

I've spent a major part of the last two days with my best friends and my family. Doing all sorts of silly stuff... my friends and I sat at the beach till 10 or something (before an exam!! my ma was super angry ;) ) just talking...catching up. Talking about college. Life... everything and nothing in particular. We went for Neel and Nikki. Please donate the 70 bucks you'd spend on a movie ticket, to charity, and do yourselves a favor. The movie totally and royally sucked. So, we spent the time throwing pop corn all the couples in the theatre, who were...well.. doing stuff..!! ;)

It was soo cool...I mean, well, their unconditional love.. made me realise a few facts...

..the point I was getting to is... that while I was catching up with everyone... learning about the hardships they've been facing. As in my college, being a University college, is very very... for the want of another word, clean. With them, it's got the whole nine yards. There are seniors who live their life on dope, and when they surface, they just beat the hell out of you and leave you all beaten up, at the mercy of whoever happens to pass by that way. People have committed suicide because of all this pressure, gone on drugs or just become mentally affected. I mean, it was so shocking... not the hearing that such things really happen... that too... but what affected me most was the shadow of pain and hurt and disgust at the world I saw in his eyes..

And then one of my friends said the usual "Don't worry. Be strong. Things will turn out OK."

And I asked them, like I'm asking you, what on earth does OK mean. OK. How can life be ok? What the hell is an OK, anyway? It doesn't mean good, 'cuz good means good and it doesn't mean bad 'cuz bad means bad. Ok means your hanging somewhere in between. Neither good nor bad.

When your hoping for things to turn Ok, your giving life and yourself another chance to fall down. Why do you want to do that?? When things are going bad you'd want them to turn right. You'd want life to turn GOOD. NOT OK...!!!

I'll tell you what happens when you hang on to an OK. You, give yourself a chance to fall. And fall you will. Why? Because if that Newton guy did anything other than just eat the apple that hit his head and has something to say about stuff, things will always fall back to earth. Whatever goes up, comes down. Gravity. And when you say an "ok" your asking for the obvious. Falling down. But, once you hope for a good, you've crossed all boundaries after which the force of gravity does not play a role.

It's like you've gone to planet Zobo. And since, there's no gravity there... it's obvious, things are going to just go uphill. There are no two ways about it.

So, here's what I told myself. And what I'm telling anyone who is reading this. Firstly, you're crazy :). What is more is that get up and take control of your life. Fight the odds. Do what you want to and need to. Be strong enough to ask for help, and be strong enough to love. Stop questioning the ways of life and the creator.

Amelie says,

If it is asked of me,
whereof my time was spent,
and so where I gave most.

I'll have nothing to say,
but "a day that is past;
a joy nearly forgotten,
and a love that fadeth away"

...A day is past.. and another joy awaits you. Another awaits your love. Reclaim your life.... 'not 'cuz im telling you to..

..but because, you are precious and beautiful to everyone around you. You are loved and you are wanted. You are cared for. So, go ahead and do what you want to, we are always going to be.. not behind you, but at your side...Do something with yourself. Fill each minute with something. Learn. And love..!!

...that's it from me! Have a lovely day, everybody!
lv ya!

Nope it aint childrens day, or any other day but a darn wednesday today... :D Darn, 'cuz you guys are in for another one of my posts. This one's on kids.

"How come?" You might wonder. Well, just the other day I was thinking that December always seems to be the season of Love. Kinda crazy since Valentine's Day is in February... but when I look around me today... I find everybody falling in love. Falling in love with their latest crushes/better halves... whatever.. planning on getting married or having babies. I see the heartbroken finding in themselves the ability to love again... I see everyone trying to find the good stuff in their lives and enjoying it.

I guess its more to do with me and the way I'm looking at things than with people changing. But, for no particular reason, this month seems to have brought magic with it.

I found myself singing "ba ba black sheep" during lunch today. Before an exam. Everyone was so tensed up.. I kept chattering and blabbering (being myself ;) )... but to no avail... The situation called for drastic steps.. I was getting so bloddy tense myself.. which is NOT good, especially before a pratical exam in which you might be asked to do anything from using a Lathe machine to drilling to carpentary. So, I started to sing.

You should have seen how easily everyone started to pitch in and forget about the exam and how Mr.Terror ( that's what I call the lab in charge) ,Mr. Bum-chum 1 and Mr.Bum-chum 2 ( two of his helpers, who are always stuck together.. that's the first thing that came to my mind when I saw them ;) ) were going to try and take revenge for all the times I've jacked them..

Why am I telling you this? 'cus it amazes me as to how easy it is to lose urself in a simple nursery rhyme.. made of simple words that rhyme with each other.. What to infer from this? Life's simple. We complicate it. And its the kids who point us in the right direction, with the simplest of thoughts and statements and sentiments...

...here's what the kids order, for all those who have questions on love...!!

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca-age 8

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy- age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy -age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily- age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (he's seven???)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6


"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine -age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7 ( my dada loves this one!!)

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."
Karen - age 7 (..and you see fairies prancing and... you get the point ;) )

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6 (hahahaha!!!)

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica- age 8

... they say the darnest stuff... but they say it right!!

Have the most magical month.. 'until next time,
love ya guys!!

Words mean everything. Words mean nothing.

I realised very long back, in this short life of mine, that each day.. with every passing moment, each of us learns something new. That is, learns of a new face that people can have. Learns of another level people can drop down to.

'Just when I'd thought, that I'd seen enough to last me till my 18th birthday, which is just about a month away, I get a surprise ; an early christmas gift. To some, calling it a gift might be an understatement ,though. To me, it's the understatement of the century.

Words mean everything. Words mean nothing. I have always wondered how to figure out when a person means what he says and how to know when he doesn't. And then I realised that it really doesn't matter. Because words mean nothing. They are just words. But, then I ask myself, what does? What does mean something? Words can be said in the heat of the moment, they can be carefully planned... but so can actions. So, then where does the truth really lie? Is there a truth?

On one day I hear you say "I hate you" to a person and in less than a month I'll find you and that much-hated friends out on a shopping spree together. On another I hear you tell me that you care for her, and that you'll never leave her side. A few months late I see you telling me the same about another girl. I think to myself, it's OK. People change, it's the way the world goes around. I hear you laugh and I hear you cry. I hear the sighs and I hear the joy. I learn of what emotions are. I learn of how strong they are. I learn. I learn about loving and getting angry. All from you. And then, one day, I also hear you confiding in me that you're blackmailing this girl you supposedly cared for, not so long back.

First, I think, it's one of those emotional things. You know, meet-me-or-i'll-know-you-don't-love-me types. 'Sounded so romantic. Words mean so much. I learn.

And then you tell me.. it's not what I think it is. Words mean nothing. I learn.

I think to myself for a while. I've never heard of this before. It's all new. I've just read of such a word. I checked the dictionary to be sure.

.... how?? Why? I understand that you can hate a person and then fall in love with the very same person a few days/months/years down the line. I understand that people do stop caring for eachother. I understand that people become indifferent. I however, do not understand how you can blackmail a person you not only happened to like but love,care for and adore.

So, you see... I've learnt a new lesson. You taught me. I've seen people crave to hear three simple words, "I love you"... they tell me, those three words can make everything right. They are the most powerful words on this planet. Because when you tell a person you love them, in whatever context, on a very basic level, they tell the other person that you care for them and that you will always be there for them, that's what people tell me. Words mean everything.

Words mean nothing. Nobody says things they mean. Nobody says things that are supposed to mean anything. It's all bullshit. In the end, you just get blackmailed.

Words mean everything. Words mean nothing.

..Just take a look at these pictures...






...Nope, this ain' t about making you feel guilty for having in excess, or for wanting more, or for never thanking/realising that what you have is more than what some people are even scared to hope for... for the fear that their hopes might get dashed. They know that their dreams won't come true.. so, what's the point, eh??

Nope, this post isn't to make you go and write a big fat check to some local charity you know. And no this isn't to make you forgo a meal a day or a day's pay or whatever.

...With this post, i'm just asking you to send up a prayer. Oh no... No you don't. Not the long prayers. Just a "Bless you".. everytime you see a person more unfortunate than you. Everytime you see a picture like the one's you see posted on top. Just a simple "bless you". Two words. Less than 30 seconds.

..When you say them.. say it from the bottom of your heart. Mean them.

..that's it from me, for now...!!

'bless you guys! take care...

Highlights of my day:

1. My alarm took a holiday today. I rose not to the shining sun, but to a bada-bong and a bada-bing on my head. In simpler words, I fell off the bloddy bed in the morning.

2. I got up late.

3. I had to reach college early. ( the 2nd and 3rd usually come together... something to do with fate!!)

4. I flunked my math paper.

5. A dog wanted to eat my clothes for breakfast.

6. The bathroom cleaner(male) seems to have taken a liking to me. (that seriously freaked me out!!)

7. I forgot to take my wallet with me. So, I had no cash on me.

8. The cafeteria lunch sucked. I had to beg and borrow to buy it!!

9. None of my physics experiments resulted in desired results. (Yay!! that's the first thing that's happened correctly in the day!).. and now i've forgotten english.

10. I lost my bus pass. And remember I had no cash.

11. While I wait at the bus stop and search my bag (read:dump) for my pass, 3 empty busses go past. On a normal day, during that particular hour, only ONE bus is suppose to cross that area.

12. Once I find my pass, and see a bus coming my way, I place my foot into cow-dung.

13. When its time to change buses, the 2nd bus conductor decides my bus pass in not valid. Remember I do not know Tamil, the language they speak... I mean, I know all the bad words, but those aren't exactly what I'd want to call him, specially when I want him to allow me to travel. You might want to recollect that I had no cash on me.

14. Also, I want to add... the reason for no cash in MY BAG, is because I gave all the change (around 20 bucks) to beggars and hungry children.. during the week.

.......... and the day ain't over as yet!!! Hahahha!! no such luck. I have 4 records to complete. Physics experiment values to manipulate and finalise, 3 engineering drawing charts to complete... and oh yeah?? A chemistry paper tomorrow!!

hahahahahhahahahahahahhaha!!!! hehehehhe!! hahahahhahahahahahahahhahahhahahahhah!!!

Hope your day was better than mine.

I've read loads about the festival of Thanksgiving. People, places and their customs never seem to lose their magic on me. But, this particular festival (like all others ;) ), I hold close to my heart.

Surprising to some and crazy to others, since I haven't really celeberated the festival. Pretty sad, huh? No turkeys.. no pumpkin pies..

I've read and read an enormous number of stories which revolve around this season. What I like best about it? The fact that the whole family gets together and that everyone sits at the dinner table together, holds hands and thanks the Lord.

Thanksgiving finds its origin in the harvest-home ceremonies held in England. Now, a version of it forms one of the most important festivals in America. These were days reserved to thank God for plentiful crops and a bountiful harvest.

Normally, I believe in sending up a prayer of thanks everyday. For people in my life, for those who've left and for those who will come. For every dream that has come true and every dream that hasn't come true. For everything and anything and nothing. But, in this world where flying cows and talking dogs aren't only fuzzy dreams of a student bored during a lecture, this festival of the celeberation of the joys of life, is in itself, a gift.

In an age where a family consists of a person and his car/dog/mansion... a day when he can get together with the living people of his clan to celeberate joy is, well in the new age language, AWESOMELY COOL!!

Lots and lots of people. The old and the new born... a fire crackling in the background.. loads of laughter and teasing... tasty food.. and then a prayer of thanks. Perfect, don't you think??

I don't know for sure if this is the way it works, even today... And if it does, well I'm one happy person, for you just made my most favorite fairy tale come true!! So, for all those visiting and all those who aren't visiting... for friends old and new.. for my family.. and for everyone in need of a smile... you are all special to me. Thank you for bearing with me!!

So, with loads of love and hugs and kisses here's wishing you all a very very Happy Thanksgiving. May God bless each of you and the people you love!!

Yesterday, inspite of all the rushing around and the "i have so much to do" lines we repeat a million times a day, all my school friends and I got together over a cup of coffee.

As usual, time just flew out of the window (damn!!). The first half of the conversation centered around how good it was to just be there with everyone. The second part was spent recollecting the good ol' days in school. Speaking of which... since we were at Coffee Day a very interestingly funny(huh) incident was recollected(double huh). My Biology teacher, out of the goodness for her heart and her worry for our parent's pockets, felt compelled to give us some free advice. I will refer to her as Mrs.B. I, out of the goodness of my heart and the worry for your parent's and your pockets, will repeat her words of wisdom to you.

ahem ahem.

There was a Coffee Shop stall at college during Kalanjali (a culutral fest held by my school). It was one of those high funda coffee shops where every coffee costs nothing less that a 100 bucks and the coushins on the couches are meant for fighting with. A few of my friends and I got together and went to Mrs.B demanding to be treated for the two months of hard work we had put into making the fest a success, at the Coffee Shop. So, she says... with a huff and a puff:

"Come I will treat you to something better." Picking up a cup lying on her table she says..

"Watch are you wanting to have this yemeraaald ice for,men? This 2 rupees caaffee is the bestch..."

For those of you geniuses who think you are well versed in English, this is for your help:

Watch==> What
yemeraald ice==> Emerald Ice (name of the drink)
men==> man
caaffee==>coffee
bestch==>best

So, we all decide on Cappuccino, the simplest and the bestchest (ahem), coffee we could find there. The last half of our conversations centered around college life. And how, we each contributed to the worldly cause of harassing a teacher. And ofcourse, to the world, by spreading smiles. This one's for you to smile...

A teacher while trying to explain the parts of a plumbing machine said,
"This is the female part and this is the male part. Now who will tell me how you differentiate between the two?"

All us intelligent students kept mum, for the teachers, according to us, deserve their share of "shining moments". And this one glowed the brightest. Why? Because..

"Well, I'll tell you. You see the male part has a screw like projection that points out."

Going on with the lesson... not on the human anatomy..plumbing... keep focused people!

"Now, you join the male and female parts. Does anyone have any idea what you do after that??"

Again, we allow him to shine...

"You... give it a shake."

So, this was a class on...?? Plumbing. People don't lose focus ya!!!

...can't think of anything more to say... but, smile..!! tomorrow's going to be worse!

lotsaluv!

Get that stupid smile off your face, mister.

No, I haven't lost any of my permanent teeth.

And I do NOT need a walking stick to help me around.

I have NOT got dentures fixed as yet.

And I do NOT have wrinkles.

I do have a few strand of white hair, but that has everything to do with wisdom, and nothing to do with age!

So, why does the title bar read "i am getting old"??? That's because I am. Not in the way you'd like to think... but yeah I am.

Till some time back I was running aroung school feeling all important and all about being given the responsibility to do up the stage for some function or some cultural event. Or I was busy basking in the glory of having won a recent art competition.

Today, when I got home from college. My ma told me I'd gotten a call from school. My first reaction was to respond with my old favorite, "Hahaha! They want to give me a TC??"

And then it struck, that i've already gotten a TC!!

...the ringing of the phone stopped my train of thought and brought me back to earth... 'twas from school to invite me to JUDGE a competition!!!

Can you believe it?? Me? Judge??

So, you see... I'm ollldd!! I bet you've been thinking I were nothing more than 10 years of age??

:D

i don't know what's wrong with me. Every time i want to wish for something, i stop. And i think, "is it worth it? do you reallly need this to be? Does this really matter when there are people who are wishing for one meal a day? Clothes to wear? when there are people wishing that come the rainy season, they have a roof above their heads..."

do i really need this wish to come true?
yes

is it more important than what the others are wishing for?
no

Then why do i want God to waste his time pertaining to my wishes and needs when there are people in a worse situation than mine?

do i want him to waste time?
no

do i want my wish to come true?
yes

do i want him to be answering my wish, when he could have saved a child's life, by listening to his ma's wish?
no

so what do i wish for..??
"listen mister... you up there..yeah you! You've got one weird sense of humor! and dnt smile that smile.. i dnt appreciate being made to think that what i want to wish for is not worthy, when there are more selfish people on this planet.. anyway, you always do this to me.. what a sucker i am. So, like you know, im changing my wish...i don't want anything. Just keep all my family and loved one safe. i'll be ok without what i wanted to wish for. a lil sad, upset, whatever... but what's a lil sadness when compared to a life? You just take care of the important stuff... keep everyone i love safe.. and i'll take care of all this small small stuff."

Am I going crazy???

Year 1981

1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool crowned Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the Ashes
4. Pope Died


Year 2005

1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool crowned Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the Ashes
4. Pope Died

What is with people and gossiping?

I don't get it. I really don't.

How is what another person is doing with some other person any concern of yours or that of any other another person's??

Actual situation as seen by Me: Nick and Tina shake hands and hug each other in the form of a greeting. With Nick's arm around Tina's shoulder they go to a Cafe. And then after spending some time together they stop by a medical store before parting ways for the night.

Situation told to Rita by Sita who saw this happen too: You know what? Nick and Tina kissed each other when they met, the other day on the street. They then went to some cheap looking motel, before going to a medical store and then going home.

Rita tells Pinky: You won't believe this, promise to won't tell anyone?? Ok... Nick and Tina were making out on the street!! And then they went to some dingy hotel and spent ages in there... and..and.. and then they went to a medical store before going home.

Pinky tells Rinky: Rinky guess what?!! Nick and Tina were in such a hurry to get into each others pants that they couldn't even hold on to themselves till they went and spent the night in a cheap motel. And you know what else?? They went to a medical shop after that... you know what that means na?? Don't tell anyone ok??

Rinky tells Chinky: Don't tell anyone ok? But,Nick and Tina are going to have a baby!! I heard someone saw them spend the night together and then go to a medical store... What is the world coming to ?? Task task!

Chinky tells me: abashed abashed... I shouldn't be doing this but anyway, listen... Nick and Tina are going to have twins??????!

Me: What? What the hell are you talking about woman?

Chinky: It's all top secret. Pinky saw them together the other day..!

Me: what the hell are you talking about?? slow down.. take a deep breath and now speak..! When did you say Pinky saw them together?

Chinky: You remember the day you went shopping? Hey! You must have seen them too, didn't you go to the Cafe later with your bf?

Me: ************************************ They SHOOK HANDS and WENT TO A CAFE. THEY WENT TO A MEDICAL STORE AND THEN WENT HOME. Pah you guys!

How are they going to have kids yah? Artificial insemination??

This really really bugs me..... I do NOT, absolutely DO NOT get the charm of doing all this!!! Someone help me please?

Oh my beloved,
After dreaming night when I woke
it was a strange and worrying thing
to find you standing
at the morning's dawn-eyed window
silent,
shedding tears,
your face like a flower
the sky has bruised with summer rain.


The last teardrop crossed your lips.
You turned slowly, came into my arms
and sensed my concern,
but your smile and answering kiss
laughed,
ringing clear,
the sound like water
splashing in an oasis well.


It was not suffering, you said,
nor some fear or hurt that made you weep.
The tears that you shed
as you watched me sleeping came from
happiness,
rising sheer,
the joy like thunder
trembling in drought's red river bed.


Love-struck happiness broke your heart
you said,
with such sweet pleasure in the breaking
that your very smile,
radiant with soul-fired changes
transformed,
jewelling tears,
your light like sunrise
gleaming the dew-diamond desert.


It is a mystery to me
how this joy with tearful heartbreak sits,
but if pleasure set your tears free
then break your heart against the iron of my eyes,
woman,
and break it there again,
and again,
as often as you like.
I will pick up all the shattered pieces
one by one,
and press them to my lips,
to seal each precious fragment
with adoration's kiss.

- by Gregory David Roberts

"normal people aren't jobless enough to read your pathetic excuse for a blog. its rich and dripping with pretentious unsolicited cow shit. is the concept of 'cunt' unfamiliar? i suggest you look in the mirror.

so get a vaginal examination asap and get a hysterectomy. you'll only be doing the world a favour. "

agree or disagree?

"To be successful, live life according to a plan".. "to feel satisfied live life according to a plan"...

I cannot believe, people actually believe in all this, and actually follow such stuff. Why do I think this way? lemme see...

Ok, take the Backstreet Boys. When I was 10-11 years old, I used to love their music. They were the most popular band at one time... Say, at that time suppose I had made a plan to listen to their music everyday till I was 20 years old... If I had done such a thing.. then there were two situations that were possible : If I was a person who thought a plan was planned to be followed, then, even today I'd be listening to "Backstreet Boys" and whatever. On the other hand, if I was to be a person who believed that plans were just planned for the sake of it.. then I wouldn't be here writing this, and you wouldn't be here reading this.

Now, if I was to be the person who believed a plan is planned to be followed there are two situations that can arise: Either I'm the only thing on earth that doesn't evolve or I can evolve and change everyday, every minute, the way people are meant to change. Again 2 situations evolve:

If I were to be the first person, then no problem-o, I'll be happy and satisfied till the day I die listening to "Backstreet's back... allright", let alone till 20 only. On the other hand, if I were to be a human being, then with every day, my taste in music would change. And say, about an year later, if I liked Westlife better, I'd still have to listen to Backstreet Boys, because that was the plan.

This would lead to two things : Either I could show a little smartness and change the plan, or I could be dumb and follow it to the last letter. From here, there are again 2 situations that could arise: If I was to follow the first course of action, I'll be happy singing Westlife songs when I wanted to sing Westlife songs... but then, that would mean I was not following the plan. And if I were to stick to the plan and keep singing Backstreet's Back till I were to turn 20, I'd be unhappy and bored.

This could lead to two things: If according to the larger plan(the plan whose planner is God) I was to die when I was 13, I'd die listening to Backstreet and not Westlife.. hence, I'd die unhappy. On the other hand, if I followed the first course of action, I'd die happy...

If you find yourself in the second situation, then I'm contradicting my assumption that I think plans are planned to be followed, which proves that I believe plans are palnned to not be followed. But then again, it means that I shouldn't be writing this at all and you wouldn't be getting ready to pull your hair..... So, this is all a load of crap.

Plans are meant to be followed. But when it comes to life, no amount of planning can make you happy or satisfied. It's like a person making a speech. Those who plan each statement and each paragraph can never be good speakers. A speaker has to gauge the audience reaction and accordingly make his next statement effective enough to hold them captive. If the speaker were to just go on and on and on without realising that his audience was either snoring or yawning, his purpose wouldn' t be served.

It's the same way with you and your life. You change everyday, and so do I. So, we have to keep changing our way of doing things, the things that we are doing itself, according to the way our thinking changes.

Don't waste your life in planning what you want to do. A rough sketch showing you what you want to achieve that day, is all you need to help make you happy. Because a rough sketch can be edited while a plan plan, cannot.

Disclaimer: The author has assumed that she is a human being with a mind. So, please people, do not think your statements stating otherwise hold no value.

I'm grateful for:


..music, emails from old friends, stupid messages sent to make you smile, the "you too" in reply to my "good morning, have yourself a lovely day!", old shirts, PJ's, friends: even though their only aim in life seems to be making mine worse,my big brothers, my best friend who is every ready to fight back when i'm in the mood for it... plenty of chocolate, 'bus stand cutie' who keeps us busy with his antics in college, to those who "understood" instead of "looked", infinite patience, my sis(read:pest) for loving parents, the rain, for a chance to get drenched in the rain, those who bear with my singing and actually chime in at times ;), good feelings, the stars in the night sky, meetings,love...AND AND... all those ayyahbuggers who keep visiting my blog!!! Thank you... shukriya..

..I could go on.. and on and on.. but i'll spare you :D

So, what are you grateful for today?

The other day I was flipping through channels, and came across a special story on NDTV. I know I know, the bloddy channel keeps making me write and you are forced to read ;) what say u ? sue them?!!

Anyway, the special was about celebrations world over to celebrate the 135th birth anniversary of the father of this nation. Mahatma Gandhi. The ol' man had his faults.. but his path of ahimsa,i.e., non-violence, still comands respect among people, around the world. Amongst the various peace marches by students, all over Gujarat, there was one school that did something special.

Each child was asked to write a letter to another child in Pakistan. These letters were to be carried across the border, by two Americans.... I don't know when the englishmen turned smart, but all I could think of was " Well I'll be damned! It's finally happening!!"

That was when the reality of these peace talks between the PM's of both the nations, actually sank in. Something was finally happening. It's high time that we stopped JUST talking and DID something! It's high (another high) time these religion fanatics and leaders stopped making this "war" a publicity stunt. It's high ( another another high) time we stopped fighting over which side of the line is yours and which side is mine. It's high ( this time, I'm on top of Mt. Everest) we stopped finding ourselves...
"... at the head of lines we should not lead
or behind lines we never should have crossed."

Land is land. It's as much yours as it is mine.There's no "this rightfully belongs to me".... what our leaders did THEN, they did. Why fight over it now? Borders, are just lines, that are drawn on a map, so that there's more to doodle in geography class...

When children, at the age of 12, realise that there is no difference between another child of the same age, 'just because he/she lives in a different country... why can't the people who run these coutries realise the same? Why do people 4 times this age, go around bombing cities in the name of religion? How does it make a difference if I say "mubarak ho" or "congratulations" or "badhaiyan"??? They all mean the same thing. If I want to call God, Christ, I will. If another wants to call him Allah or Ram or whoever, he will.... how does that make him a lesser man???

.....questions. Questions. Questions. The only answer to them lies within ourselves. Greed. Power. Pah!! The idiots!!! We should stop trying to put ourselves above others and others below us. There ARE no higher men and there exit no lower men... there ARE smarter men and foolish men. To date, the foolish have caused death while the so called smart have played .... Finally!! The smart are acting smart and doing something...the smaller they are the smarter they are acting!

:D

Suppose I were to give you one wish... which of these cars would you ask for?

(P.S: This genie gives guarantees for nothing....!! :D)

help me here people...

(umm... the first line is a question... the second is a thought or a situation... there's Nick-my best friend, one Tina-his love who hates for some reason and me-Me is ME...!!!)

What do you do with a best friend(Nick) who has been in love with a person(Tina) for 4 years, other than to tell him to go for it?

So, what if she's the reason why you distrusted me(me!!) once?

What do you do when Tina says she can't go out with Nick because she cannot trust Nick and me together, other than tell Nick you'll get out of the way?

Damn! Nick deserves a chance with Tina doesn't he? Friends come and go... yeah girls come and go too, but what kind of a person would I be if because of me he lost a chance with a girl who he's loved for 4 years and more just because of me?

What do you do when Tina makes your best friend,Nick, wag his tail to her every command, other than to tell him to open his eyes?

Nick knows what Tina's doing... Tina just wants to increase the count of guys that pay attention to her. Nick knows it.

What do you do when Nick takes out all his anger with Tina on you and calls you the lowest of things, and says "Who are you to say anything,huh?... look who you fell in love with... see how happy he is with his new girl friend "...other than listen?

Nick knows he's just saying things and that they don't mean a thing. Nick knows he's being played at by Tina.

What do you say to Nick when he decides to STOP feeling for Tina, no matter what... other than, "Look mister, you can't decide what to feel and when to feel and who to feel it for... So, stop fooling yourself and just go with the flow."

Nick's tried a million times to make himself not to feel, but he won't admit that it doesn't work.

What do you do when Nick starts thinking that no one takes him seriously and that no one respects him (taking hints from the way Tina's been treating him)other than, kick him on his shins and tell him that a person has to respect himself before he/she can expect others to respect him back... that if you think no one's listening to you, make an effort to listen to them and then try making them see what you have to say...

Nick fights with his dad at home over petty things and then justifies them with " He doesn't respect me. I will no be treated like shit." And he shuts up when I tell him that the only person who treats him like shit is TINA.

What do you do when Nick decides "Enough is enough. I'm not going to care. I don't believe in love anymore. It jst doesn't exit. Im going to change myself."

...other than tell him... "Look idiot. Just because SHE (Tina) doesn't care for you or doesn't love you back, doesn't mean no one else does. It doesn't mean you change into a cold hearted dog."

Nick only nods his head. He's made up his mind. No one's going to play around with him. He doesn't care about anyone anymmore. Love is crap. It doesn't exist.

What do you do when he sends you a msg that reads " Thank you for trying to stop me. I dint knw you cared this much. But you are just one person, you're not the world."

He doesn't want to do it... but he will because he thinks he's not good enough.

What do you do when Nick says "Stop messaging me. You are worse than HER. I don't need you anymore. Msg me only when you've stopped cribbing." or "Aha! So you are using whatever i've said to you to attract other people's attention, glad to be of service. Btw no one will listen to you because they don't give a damn about what you have to say."

I dint know what to say... so, I just told him.... that try as he may, I am not TINA, and don't ever want to be. "I am me. You don't need me, fine. SAY whatever you want to to hurt me. Do whatever you want. And when you get tired....I'm still going to be here..."

Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I'm glad God hasn't given me everything I've ask for.

I'm convinced that whatever happens, happens for a reason; sometimes a bad reason and sometimes a good reason.

The only measure of what's right and wrong is that, if you hide and do something, it's wrong.

It's the small daily happenings that make life so spectacular and beautiful.

Under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

The Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?

Ignoring the facts does not change them.

When you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

People who bow down to circumstance, are the ones who fail.

It's OK to fuck up.

Love, not time, heals all wounds.

The easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

Even when you have to stoop down and start over with your life, it's worth it.

Everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.

There's nothing sweeter than sleeping with babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.

No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I've learned....That life is tough, but I'm tougher.

Opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

When you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.

One should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.

What people want from you, most of the time,is for you to hear them; not listen to them.

If you don't think you are insane, then you are not human.

A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.

Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness, and growth happen while you're climbing it.

.... The less time I have to work, the more things I get done.

Every person wants be a writer.

... loving is a mistake, but one that we should all make.

Life is a rope full of knots... all you have to do, to find your way, is to keep untying 'em.

White hair and age have as little correlation with each other as white hair has with wisdom.

I've learned...that love and friendship aren't about taking, but giving without expecting.

When you think things can't get any worse, they do.

It's tougher to do the right thing because that way the only person who gets hurt is you.

Every person has a reason for whatever he does... Sometimes it's reason enough, sometimes it's not.

It's easier to forgive than to forget.

When silences between two people become uncomfortable, there's something wrong.

When you try too hard to impress, to think or to feel something about someone, the person is wrong for you.

I've learned... That when you try too hard to forget, you only end up remembering more.

And I KNOW... that's enough for the day... :D.... i just felt philosophical and suddenly 45 years old..!!!

have a super day!

An exerpt from a speech by Thomas Friedman of The New York Times....

"When we were young kids growing up in America, we were told to eat our vegetables at dinner and not leave them. Mothers said, 'think of the starving children in India and finish the dinner.' And now I tell my children: 'Finish your maths homework. Think of the children in India who would make you starve, if you don't.'"

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Sambhar of 69

...I've been thinking for a while... the suicide rate, the "parent-pressure" and the following of "standard stuff" without finding the courage to think out of the block.

"Why?" I asked myself.

Firstly, there's a need to accept that white hair has as little to do with age, as wisdom has to do with the years you've lived.

Secondly, he have to stop telling ourselves, as teenagers, that while times are changing, WE are changing but are parents are not changing. This is a misconception, to a large extent. They are evolving too.... not at the same rate as we are, but they are. It's tougher on them because, change to them means giving up what they've been made to believe since they were born. It's not easy for anyone to accept that they're wrong. Especially when they're being told as much, by a someone who is about a two decades or so younger than them.

Thirdly, there's a need for parents to understand that there's a difference between teaching a child HOW TO THINK and WHAT TO THINK. When you are telling me what to think, you are leaving no scope for me to experience and explore. When you're telling me how to think.., you're just laying down the facts, and leaving the decision to me. IF I make the wrong choice, you should be there to help me face it. But, when you're telling me what to do, there is no chance of me making a mistake, or learning how to face the consequences of my decisions.

Parents, elders as a whole... Justify these actions of theirs with a "I've seen more of the world than you. I know better." If you're telling me WHAT TO DO, how can I see the world? How can I EXPERIENCE?

I'm not saying that at 17 I'm capable of always making the right choices... I'm saying that at 40, YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF ALWAYS MAKING THE RIGHT CHOICES...

Lay down the facts. Tell me what your opinion is. Tell me how and what you've seen happen in a situation as this. And then let me decide how and what I want to do.

How, when whatever I've done is what you've TOLD me to do, do you expect me to face this world? There are decisions to be made at every step in life. Tomorrow, when I have to make a decision, I'm not going to have you to fall back on. I have to make it. For which I need courage to believe that... 'Hey! This is what I think should be done. If I'm wrong, we'll change tracks.... If I'm right, then well done to me.'

I can't be worried that I MAY BE WRONG and then the world MAY end.

These are in random order..... each better than the one that follows....

• There has to be at least one scene where the heroine runs in slow motion into the arms of the hero.
• The heroine has to tear a part of her shirt, skirt, sari to wrap a bandage around her hero's wound.
• The hero always manages to fight of at least a dozen people single handedly, to save his heroine.
• Any person who falls into a fast flowing river, off a cliff, or takes an overdose of sleeping pills never dies.
• The hero always manages to jump through a house on fire and save everyone.... I wish they'd apply for the posts of firemen.
• Every hero after a major surgery, declared dead by the doctor, comes to life when the heroine hits him hysterically asking him to come back.
• Before a fight between two brothers or friends.... a warning is issued by the God's.... depicted by thunder and ringing of temple bells.
• Then ofcourse, there are those twins who get seperated at birth... one becomes evil while the other becomes good.... they meet, fight... bells clank, lightening strikes.... and then they unite to fight the bad guy who killed their dad...!
• The heroine's sari has to be transparent when she's dancing in the rain.
• After the bad guy's seen her waist, the heroine has to yell 'rape'.
• The police have to reach after the crime has been committed and the culprit's on his way to freedom.
• The hero is introduced to the heroine only after a strong wind blows away the hair from her face..
• The heroine and hero collide into each other, their books fall, and they both bend down to pick up the books.. hands touch, eyes meet.. falling in love happening Hindi ishtyle .
• Another love scene: New gal to college hates Mr.Stud. He saves her from the bad guys.... and they fall in love!!!
• The heroine has to slap the hero for something he hasn't done... and then the bulb lights, and she realises she's at fault.... and love happening again....!

.....I can't think of anymore stuff... If u can just let me know .. And I'll add it to the list....!!! Until then, keep smiling!!

It'd been one helluva day. Everything that could have gone wrong did and everything that couldn't have gone wrong also went wrong.

On a day like this, we were driving down the roads of Chennai for dinner. Neither the clouds nor the pleasant breeze that brought along with it the smell of rainfall, helped change my mood. None of the usual stuff that helped shake off my bad tempers, seemed to succeed in coaxing even a smile out of me... or so the situation was until this happened.

While waiting at a signal, a brawl, that had gathered quite an audience, caught my eye(..there's something about miserable people attracting miserable people,na?). Looking closely to find out what was happening, I saw two people, an auto driver and a car driver snarling and making attempts to catch each others throats. There were loads of blows and swearing....and noise... horns honking and people trying to pull the two wrestlers apart...lots of action...And then all of a sudden there was silence...

Everything stopped, the horns, the impatient people and the fighting...And with the same abruptness there was an uproar of laughter....Why?

Because... all of a sudden a certain wrestler found himself airing his pretty hind, draped in nothing less flattering than polka dots, to a whole lot of people... i.e, his lungi had fallen off...

.......And THAT was what brought a smile to my face on the worst day of my life... it brings a smile even to this day... hope it helps brighten your day..


P.S: For those of you who don't know what a lungi is... It's a typical South Indian dress which the menfolk wear.. The easiest way to explain what it looks like is, is that it's like a wrap-around skirt... only in this case, it's the type men wear...!!

I was going through today's newspaper and the magazine section and was left with a bitter taste on my tongue. Why? Because it's not exactly one of the most tasteful things in the world to see women and men in a few strips of cloth, baring everything there is, for the world to see while sipping a cup of morning tea (or coffee).

It's not only the newspapers. Today's movies, songs, etc. are the teachers in the "wear no clothes" school. Why is it so necessary to bare skin for a movie or a song to be a hit? How does Paris Hilton stripping make the movie House of Wax (or any other) any more popular? Sure, you could always say, " SG you really are dense! Making her walk around in red lingerie forms the scary aspect of the movie…!!!"

And why point fingers at only Hollywood? We ourselves are not only following them, we're on our way to attaining the title of world-leaders in this field ... Most teenagers, children of what they call "generation next", will snap back at you and while looking down their noses explain that it's the most "in" thing to wear the least possible amount of clothing. And of course we're old-fashioned and hence won't understand such things. How does showing more skin on TV or in a pub, than you even see in your own bathroom, make you more popular? And it's not for the gals only…there are enough men parading around in all sorts of things that qualify as "clothing" on TV and on the streets.

I don't see what's wrong in wearing "sexy" stuff… but when the "sexy" stuff comes not only close to, but is synonymous with "nudity" a problem arises. It's not a question of being comfortable with baring yourself to the world it's a question of ethics. Ms.Sharawat says, "Why should I hide my body when I've worked so hard on making it what it is today?" Why indeed?

The human body is not something to be ashamed of, I agree. But, why is there a need to prove to the world that you have an excellent body? Most studies suggest, that when the upper strata of the human brain is empty, people tend to use such means to draw attention and make a standing for themselves in society. They're called airheads, tarts, etc... And what a standing, eh?!!

With the fear of sounding like your grandmother… I'd say that our old Indian traditions win this battle by a mile and a half. I'm not asking you to cover every centimeter of your skin, like done in the olden times, but why go to the other extreme instead?

Like everything else on this planet, a need for balance is required with respect to this particular issue too.

...OR {bulb just lit} are we trying to preserve the culture of our ancestors and hence resorting to leaves and scraps of clothing??

I don't have much to say. There's too much to feel ... And very little that can be put into words to describe what it feels to lose a fellow-classmate. He was a junior, so not exactly a classmate. That doesn't seem to make a difference though. You can still feel the pain and feel tears that are threatening to flow.

Why do people leave? And why does it have to be the good guys? Why? It's astonishing and saddening how every week or so, a person I know or love seems to leave the world without a notice... Without a chance to say goodbye, to let me thank them for being there for me and to apologies for my mistakes.. To tell them for the last time that no matter what they do or what they say or where they are I'll always love them for who they were,are, always will be and care for them. Remember them when I smile, and think about the good times.

I can't be sad any longer. It just seems to be the way this world goes around. Maybe your needed by someone, more than by me, us, in another world. Maybe it was time for you to rest. Though it seems unfair... Now you won't get to play anymore, play hooky anymore, fall in love anymore... do all the stuff that ... that.. we do everyday..., I guess it was the way things were meant to be.

I hope you know your memory will live for evermore. That you are loved and missed everyday. By people who knew you and others who lost the chance to become your best-friends.

Rest in peace, Rohith.

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old
daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight
and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put
under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the
gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you,
Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger
flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her,
stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is
supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with
tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew
kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he
begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is
also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years
and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss
and remember the love of the child who had put it there.


"The heart of a fool is in his mouth , but the mouth of a wise man is
in his heart."

When we talk about religion, the first question that arises is, "Is there a God? " Me thinks there is. For no specific reason. He's just the best person to blame for all the miracles and all the beauty on this planet. :D

I was reading Niranjan's post on religion and it occured to me that very few people know what the importance of the Sikh religion is.

So, satsriakal ji,greetings, and welcome to my world.

Influenced by the devotional emphasis of bhakti Hinduism and Sufi Islam, Sikhism stresses the unity, truth, and creativity of a personal God and urges union with him through meditation on his title, the Name (Nam), and surrender to his will.

It also advocates active service rather than the ideal of ascetic withdrawal. Loyalty and justice are admired, smoking and intoxicants forbidden. Sikhism also rejects the caste system, priesthood, image worship, and pilgrimage, although it retains the doctrines of transmigration and karma.

The ultimate spiritual authority is the Adi Granth, consisting of hymns by the ten Sikh gurus (Hindi for “teachers”) and Hindu and Muslim devotional poetry in several languages. All Sikhs may read the Adi Granth, which is the focus of devotion at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, the Sikh religious center.

Sikhs are expected to join the Khalsa (Punjabi for “pure”), a religious and military order. Initiates are “baptized” by drinking sweetened water stirred with a sword
Members of the Khalsa are instructed to observe the five k’s: They must wear four symbols of the Sikh faith—soldiers’ shorts (kaccha), an iron bangle (kara), a steel sword (kirpan), and a comb (khanga)—and they must not cut their hair (kes).

Nanak, the saintly first guru, wandered over India seeking converts. He was succeeded by nine gurus, the office staying within the family line of the fourth guru, Ram Das. Ram Das was also the founder of the Golden Temple. The fifth, Arjan Dev, compiled the Adi Granth, the holy book, in 1604. As the Sikhs became a distinct religious community, they took up arms against persecution by Hindus and by Muslim rulers of the Mughal Empire. Opposing Mughal tyranny, the tenth guru, Gobind Singh, formed the Khalsa in 1699. During the decline of the Mughals, the Sikhs, led by the warrior Ranjit Singh, created a powerful state in the Punjab about 1800 that eventually threatened British-controlled India. After internal dissension and two wars the Punjab was annexed by the British in 1849.

During a period of Sikh persecution, Gobind Singh asked those who were willing to die for their faith to join him. He named the first five willing to risk their lives the panj pyares, or "faithful ones," and proclaimed them the first members of the Khalsa.

This Khalsa, at that time, was an army of brave men who stood up to the tortures of Arungzeb on the Hindus and Muslims. The whole barh baje concept has an actual history. Arungzeb used to 'collect' hindu and muslim women and have them transported elswhere for his own work and pleasure. "Barah Baje" was the signal used by the members of the Khalsa to warn the others that the train carrying these women was about to leave, and that they were to now move forward and do their duty, in saving them.

History itself tells the tale about these brave men. Each of our gurus were tortured at the hands of the Mughal Empire. From being made to sit in a vessel containing hot water on a burning flame, being be-headed to raising a brick wall around Guru Gobind Singhji's children, when alive.

For Nanak, the principal obstacle to achieving sahaj was the influence of haumai, or self-centeredness. As a result of haumai, the human soul inevitably loses itself in the temporary pleasures of existence (maya).

Nanak held that the most effective remedy for the effects of haumai was spiritual introspection, especially the regular practice of nam simran, or repetition of the divine name. As a result of an all-consuming commitment to truth, and with the assistance and guidance of the Guru, one could become steadily more aware of the cosmic shabad (sound), of which all existence—and hence also the devotee—was simply a form. Meditation on these truths would gradually permit devotees to become aware of the anahad shabad, (unstruck music) within themselves, and by progressively working against the otherwise undisciplined self, enable the devotee to advance further toward the ultimate goal of sahaj.

Gobind Singh (1666–1708), Indian religious leader, the tenth and last guru (teacher) of Sikhism, and founder of the Sikh brotherhood known as the Khalsa. On Gobind Singh’s death, the Sikh holy book, the Guru Granth Sahib, replaced the line of human gurus as the teacher and guide of the Sikhs.

So, in layman's language, here is one religion that came into existence so as to remove all differences amongst people. And to this day, I can proudly say, that we've succeeded. So, much so, that each gurudwara,temple, provides free restrooms for poor travellers. The concept of langar, serving food, is still un- corrupted and followed. By un-corrupted, I mean, the whole point of feeding the poor, is still lived up to. There is no discrimination along the lines of who is and who isn't allowed in the gurudwara's. In fact the only rules that we have to follow are the 5 k's. That's it. Sikhs learn from the writings of their Holy book, that was written by learned men, who provided the much needed faith we needed in the existence of God.

Oh! There's beauty in every religion and how they look at God. Jesus resurrected from the cross, Rama killed Ravana... I respect it. I hate the part where the discrimination starts. The part where the untouchables, that's what they really are even today, not enter temples ( or whereever) makes me angry. And that's why all I can really say is... 'proud to be a sikh!!