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...