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I'll take a minute or two

to take a quiet walk beside you

Maybe we can have a hushed word

or a silent giggle

Maybe i'll count the stars tonight

while you rid the stones from my path

Maybe I'll just watch your eyes

as they peacefully blink

Maybe i'll make sure to see that smile

while you watch me jump over cockroaches

Maybe i'll naughtily nudge you

So you can nudge me back too

Maybe i'll hum your favourite tune

to hear you sing along

Maybe i'll brush my hand against yours

so i can feel your warmth

Or maybe I'll just take a quiet walk beside you

Cause you love to walk beside me too

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What if one of days called 'i don't feel important' comes across your path !? Most of us wait for someone to make us feel special: To make us the top of their priority list. And we obviously wait in anticipation and blind notion that 'someone' will make us feel belonged and important. Oh how we crave for those days when someone remembers we exist and celebrates us being in their lives. A long forgotten hug or kiss acquired, is treasured dearly within the deepest depths of our fragile hearts so that its feeling may never leave us... may never wear away. Hence most of us may remember our 'first kiss' or 'first touch' or 'first hug' or 'first smile' or 'time spent together' with endearing fondness !

We wish maybe someone will go that extra mile and try atleast.

We know the saying 'Depend on none for your happiness, for happiness comes from within'.

Well... I wouldn't really back up that quote, for the outside plays an equal role to making us happy from the inside. Gosh ! You can't keep hugging yourself forever... You need a hug from another as well !

We all know the 'worthless' feeling.

We cry. We cry some more. We cry louder. We pick up a kerchief. We wipe our tears. We look into the mirror to make sure our eyes are red no more. We smile to make ourselves better. We smile to make our expression go into the 'neutral' mode. We smile to hide our tears. We resume 'natural' form. And the day goes on.

But somewhere... we're still crying at the back of our minds.

It's good to cry... It really helps. It's like letting the 'sadness monster' go.

We know we must let go of one thing to gain another. So I guess that's the same logic with sadness and happiness.

A friend told me 'You're as important as everyone else' and I just wanted to puke. The last thing you want to be told is that you're importance is no greater than the next person. In a general philosophical sense, he may be right. But I wasn't brooding about being important to the world. Cause to the world I'm just a person. I wanted to feel like 'The World' to someone.

Such crappy days make their presence felt, either seldom or often. And most of the times somehow, something or someone may come along to cheer you up.

And for the times when you just keep waiting in vain for something or someone to come, just understand... Sleeping helps. Wake up and face the sun. And cry if you must in your bath, but most importantly believe there's a nice bakery waiting down the road waiting for you to gorge on its finest biscuits, or a cute puppy wallpaper waiting to hear your giggle, or a luxurious spa waiting to enhance your being or a simple smile waiting to be passed on from 'someone' to you or maybe a nice message sent to you at the end of the day by the one who needs you :)

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There's a confusion,

A puzzling notion,

A mixed emotion,

And the rain doesn't stop to pour !

Teeny tiny raindrops,

Clingling like unfallen teardrops,

Transcending every feeling that crops,

Into something that's not meant to be real !

The room's getting bigger,

Makin me feel smaller,

The air's getting thinner,

Oh when will I fall !

I've been waiting to feel this feeling,

Oh yes it's raining,

And this is real,

And I'm falling... falling for you !

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It's no smooth sail ,But yet it's more like you need to keep pinching yourself to remember to not stop - Cause the moment you stop you begin to stink, We all know that stagnant waters stink.

Short tempers get to you ,you find yourself getting angry all the time and you begin to use all that extra energy into shouting and breaking things or simply getting frustrated and you hear voices yelling "You Stink" and hence the phrase :You begin to Stink.

I've heard people say that there's no magic bullet ,though most of the times you would only wish from the bottom of your heart that there would be this "Let-them-Undertstand" sort of tranqulising pellet or portion : They say nothing's impossible to man - So here's an idea I'm willing to share with the R&D ( If it works make sure you pass on atleast 30% of your profits , I can sure use that to buy cameras and set up my own Gallery )

My Captain always reminded me that 'I am who I am' because of the people around me : If I can love , If I can fight or have a threshold for pain it's all because people with their own 'uncanny' behaviours have influenced mine .If I could consider the fact that God answered my prayers, and made them the way I'd prefer them to be, then I'd also have to adjust with me not being me.

But that's totally not acceptable.

Maybe I have those days of Blue... But I've also had my share of "Moments" : Making a crowd sing to my beat ,A happy puppy following me, Pleasant greens beautifying my mind ,A long happy discussion with people who are always ready to help or just feeling the feeling of being loved .

They say that you have to know what being sad is so that you can enjoy the beauty of happiness .

That's so true.

I know people will never see my point , They may never be able to "Get into my Shoes" !

Nobody is going to stop you from complaining, But don't stop others from complaining either - You can be the one on the 'Other side' too.

I know it's not a smooth sail,

You may start feeling hopeless and frail,

But as the storm keeps getting strong,

And the journey only seems to be getting long,

Just breathe and gather all your might,

The answer may not always be 'A Fight',

Just keep the focus on your way,

The storm that once threatened you, may take you to Your bay.

Let them see

You're just another person,
It's another ordinary day,
You're trying to make through it,
In your own special way.

They're trying to blinden,
All that you believe,
They're gonna make it hazy,
You better run...Go flee !

You find yourself fighting,
Falling all the time,
You're gonna try standing,
You're difference is your crime.

So stop running,
Cause they'll never stop to chase,
Just turn back !
Let them see your face !

Cause when they do,
They're no longer gonna see your back but you,
And they'll know that behind the ordinary,
Lies a spirit they can't subdue !

The Moment

When everything begins to feel nil,
It's your hand on my Heart that makes it still.
When scares and frights make me cold,
I find comforting warmth in your hold.


When my mind with questions blind,
When solutions seem hard to find,
Your smile and and your nod soothes me,
It calms the tranquility of my sea.


A naughty twinkle in your eye,
A gentle squeeze of my hand,
A sweet kiss on my cheek,
Without these, my world would be so bleak.


I'll walk beside you at all times,
Be it a journey short or long,
Cause the moment you took my hand in yours,
I knew only to you can my heart belong...

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If you were given a chance...a "privileged" opportunity to strip yourself of two things : your actual age and "behave your age" theories, what is that you would do ?

Laugh loudly and run amidst a sunflower field under the afternoon sun without having to use a sunscreen, with the yellows warming you more than the afternoon sunshine...

Not thinking twice about your Rs.2500 branded jean whilst getting dirty sliding down a mushy rain washed path or jumping into a puddle...

Suck nectar from wild plants...

Make mud pots and deliberately allow the sand to get into your pedicured nails...

Walk bare foot on unkempt grass...

Eat ice lollies and ice candies in the rain even when you have a bad cold...

Play "who gets on who" with your dog and eat food with the same hands...

Draw apples and oranges and remember that you've forgotten how to hold a pencil...

Try to make spit bubbles...

Hold an insect in your hands without being threatened by it...

Pee under the stars while travelling on the highway irrespective of your gender...

Some of these may sound unhygienic, make you go red with shame and may tempt you to just pick your phone and fix an appointment with a neurologist for me .

Thank you .

But if you could stop for a while : stop this very moment to observe the chances you have around you or even grab, to become innocent and impeccable, instead of talking about how "corrupt" everything is becoming, you'd stop dialing that number to the neurologist and probably just take a walk to the nearest store and buy yourself a lollipop.

Like a great man once said, " I'm a guy with a laptop in one hand and lollipop in the other... "

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Should I feel elated...filled with elan. I don't know.

This post is dedicated to the unpredictabilities of life because of which the 'stagnant order-of-life' that we choose to follow is removed by the flow of unconventional patterns. As I say this I can hear the sound of fresh clean waters of a stream flowing...in my virtual parallel universe I 'live' in .

It's kind of funny how we tend to 'exist' in the real world and choose to 'live' in that virtual-dreamy world of our own.

Right now I feel like going into a spiritual realm : Cutting through all the vines of relationships, work, materials, plans, thoughts, desires....I guess "The" books are rubbing off on me. It's more like you want to feel a warm light that will enhance every frame of your life with a feel of a sepia glow

"I am reminded of a man who called himself a bird . Oh ! How I wanted to fly with him...I thought that's what freedom is all about : To have no boundaries, to let go as you take off, to spread your wings and let the forces and the energy of the surrounding maneuver you and decide your path..."

Yea...What a life that would be...no thoughts...no confusion over making choices...No end to the journey .... just a virtual horizon !

I tried this and my 'within' proclaimed me "A lazy, aimless fool, not worthy of making use of your built in resources" ! Oops......

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It's a pretty chilly night. We walk down amidst a crowd of orange clad devotees to the shrine of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Shivajinagar.
The path is filled with vendors selling food, mostly 'dil pasand', spices, second hand clothes and toys which exude exciting colourful lights.
It's a fair of its own kind.

Holding a pair of candles planted in a roll of red roses, I walked along the path, with an aura of prayer and faith encompassing me. Putting
my faith in the intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary, I begin to pray for the things I feel I should receive....a good job, a good salary, a
little of this and some more of that and it goes on and on and then .... a sight grips me !

I see a boy of about 10 years, holding in the warmth of his arms, his sister of about 5 years. Their clothes, hair, hands and eyelashes were caked with dirt. Beside them was a little steel saucer, in which was placed a bun and a 1 rupee coin. They sat along the path, nodding off to sleep. No cold, no hunger and no noisy crowd could ever disturb them. It was a sight that could well up anybody's eyes with tears.

Here I was praying for my 'wants' with my parents checking on me every 5 mins to make sure my little sister and me weren't lost in the crowd, and here were these two little impeccable souls who, unmindful of their poverty, found comfort in the warmth of the other. I saw no sign of their parents....I saw no sign of any guardian or caretaker and yet, they slept in peace.

I had nothing to give them.... I couldn't pray anymore.

I looked into the sky filled with lights from the church and the only two words that crossed my mind were "Bless them".

I've heard and read alot about people being inspired about 'deeper meaning of life' and letting go of their wants, whilst coming across experiences that have chisled out a heart of humanity from a heart of greed. It wouldn't make sense unless you'd personally feel the blow of 'the hammer'.

Some of us do alot to make the world a better place....and some of us may find ourselves in the position that I was in.

I couldn't do much that day, except pray. They say that when prayers go up, blessings come down.

I'm grateful and thankful to God for all those who've helped make a difference in the lives of such under privileged children, and for those of us who want to do so much, but do not find ourselves in a position to do so, don't worry.

Your thoughts of wanting to do something for them will churn out a blessing.

Just don't stop the thought.

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Birthday and a Bridge !

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"Look unto me, not that your cross may shorten,

But because I carry away all your burden"

just a thought

It's good that people don't think like you....It makes 'you' unique !

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I forgive,
I move on,

I am happy,

Now I am a promise fulfilled.

I read these lines written, with a black pen, atop a glass slab used to laminate a wooden table at my friend's place.

I woke up today to a cock-a-doodle-doo and the sunshine warming my feet and suddenly this question hit my mind !

If someone were to ask me what good have you learnt from life till date...what would I say ?

I thought ....and I smiled and I said to myself "It's gotta be love".

One of the greatest things that love teaches you to do is to let go and most importantly, to forgive. I may sound like one of those daily philosophers tryin hard to make his point about love and the wonders it can do. Well yeah it can do a lot of wonders...but I don't intend to sound like those enlightened few who've attained salvation in the course of finding beauty and truth .

No.

I'm just a commoner...an ordinary person, trying to make through everyday with what I've been blessed with - a hint of unconventionality.

So I write this, cause I want to share.

I feel like a little rag picker kid who just found a clean empty note book in a pile of garbage and he just wants to give it to a friend who loves to draw, so that he can now draw in a clean book.

I've read alot of quotes about love and forgiveness and moving on and letting go.

Yes, they've been very touching and inspirational.

But 'these' few lines...only these few lines made me understand how worthy forgiveness can make one feel.

Well I agree that it's not the easiest to do...But it's not the hardest thing to do either !

Find something that you genuinely love .... it could your little sister who can make a good meal for all your friends when they drop in, your friends who just have nothing else but ounces of love for you and accept all the bull shit you give them, the way you respect your collection of books, the toy at your window that spins when the wind blows, the wind chime tingling tenderly and reminding you of twinkling stars, the neem tree just outside your window that keeps your room feeling fresh, floors that shine because you've cleaned them, walking on red oxide floors, folding your pants and dipping your legs in a stream whilst disobeying your mom, walking away to explore hither and thither with your 256MB camera phone without paying heed to the ghosts of the afternoon that abide by the lotus lake, the sky and its intriguing hues, knowing that there's a canvas awaiting to serve its purpose, the thought of peacock blues and silvery pea greens and milky whites, the walls of your room painted with earthy creamy coffee chocolate browns, the thought of weird food combinations like mango duet and chicku, a song called way back into love, the little kitty cat which you want to call pussy but you can't cause it sounds odd, the thought of feeling sedated and intoxicated while thinking of that someone special, dreaming of being a good dancer someday...

The world is filled with so much of beauty !

"Run away as fast as u can...as far as u can, without turning back,"they say.

The only thing I did was to keep loving ...this is what taught me that once you begin this act of finding things to love and start linking them up....you can never stop yourself from getting involved in this chain.

You just find no time to be miserabe or hurt anymore...who'd wanna waste those precious moments sulking in the dark corner of one's room while one can take a walk in the drizzle or savour the taste of hot maggi noodles on a rainy day !

No..don't be a hypocrite and wear a fake expression like everything's alright.

Feel the pain. It could be Intense...well, it will be intense.

Don't just leave it to time...do something about it.

But don't run away. Go for it. Conquer it !

Then one morning instead of waking up with a heavy heart and swollen eyes and wet pillow covers...You'll wake up to the cock-a-doodle-doo and the sun warming your toes !

Blasphemy #6

"Why aren't you writing Puttsi ?"
"If tomorrow anyone asks me where I'm working and I say Puttsi...They will not give me girl to marry"

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If you are returning home on a hot afternoon and you have to take a BMTC...don't worry .

Find a nice shady seat near the window to get maximum air......especially because you want the wind to play with your hair and take away all your tensions and give you some freshness .

Take out your cell put on the radio....and whilst passing a scenic place .....like a bridge over a lake at K.R.Puram ....make sure you tune into hindi retro numbers....most probably on 101.3 .

You'd actually be caught by coincidence ......cause your favourite number would be playing then !

Retro numbers are good and classic....

If you've ever forgotten how beautiful and meaningful they are ,then this is 'the moment' when you're gonna be listening to every word of that song and savouring it like some rare delicacy !

The melody will take a tour of all your senses ,releasing every ache and most importantly reviving your 'naughty' nature and your bent shoulder !

You'll find yourself involved.....take my word !

It will fill your heart with a whole lot of peace and memories to relive .

You can't help ,but just give in and smile from your heart .

Well it happened to me....and yes ....it was "The Moment" !

Try the Kishore Kumar and Lata combo .....They'll leave you young and full of romance!

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"They say this and that .

But I don't want to limit your being to my mind !

I don't want to conceptualize...

I don't want to draw a boundary.....

Go free ! "

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The Cheese Grilled sadnwich ,served hot and topped with a hint of butter ,has generous melted cheese that fills your mouth with every bite .The best part are those few bites that emerge tangy becasue of the chat powder sprinked in just the right amount . Innovative I'd say !

Fresh Strawberry Milkshake : Rs.20
Cheese Grilled Sandwich : Rs.25

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I go to my terrace ,singing a song to the stars .
Thinking....pondering....wondering....wishing....assuming....planning....step by step I climb....stomping my feet to the rhythm in my mind !
I'm pleased with myself....I'm too good at this beat thing !
I can sing to the beat of my stomping feet or my snapping finger or the ticking clock .....and most importantly to the beat of my own "lupp-dupp"(that's the sound of heart beating...for those who didn't care to read it in your biology books !)

"So I can be a singer : I know my voice...I know my parts....I can choose the right songs that compliment my voice.....I close my eyes and let myself sing from within ,at church . People give me a thumb's up when I let my vocal cords do the music .They like it .
I'll be doing what I want everyday of my life !"

But it doesn't sound like the thing I need .

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I look through my album....it's got colours beautifully merged ,one into the other ,on cardboard sheets.....I love glancing through my paintings .
It gives me sense of pride that I have been "chosen" to be gifted with a good sense of colour .
I can mix and splash and add and deepen and intensify .
I'm impressed .

"Imagine this room you can walk into everyday and see reflections of yourself in every handmade work of yours....how you felt whilst working on this splash of green and blue....or that merge of orange and yellow !
It's glorious....
Someday I'll share it with the world .
I'll have exhibitions.
People will simply adore me .I'll sell some .They will buy .
I'll be doing what I want everyday of my life !"

Errr.....I know I need inspiration to come along if I need to paint .
That happens very rarely .
Hence every painting of mine is precious .It has a part of me !
How can I give a part of me to every Tom,Dick and Harry .....worse still ,for a price ?
I'm priceless .
I can give it only to those who consider me the same .
This is out of question !

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I am adventurous .I love to run.....seriously !
Maybe I'm a bit too healthy to be able to move fast ....but still, I can move .
I love greenery....I love fresh air....I love to breathe and gather the freshness in me .
I love sunrises n sunsets ,streams and unprotected bridges , cliffs and it's edges ,forts and their histories ........

"Photographer then...you've taken few lovely pics .People have acknowledged
it's worth .
Ummm.....Mountaineer ?....You can climb and explore .
Go on undiscovered expeditions .
But.....What about a writer or a poet.......you're not bad....people have appreciated your thoughts .
I'll be doing what I want everyday of my life ! "

Will I..............?!!!!????(that means confusion !)

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There's an alert bell that suddenly rings......
It's my conscience again...
I've not been paying much heed to it !
I knew the "alert" bell was due sometime......
It's been bugging me with thoughts like :

"You're confused ."
"Take care of this moment and the next moment will be taken care of "
"There's only one way : Forward"
"There's a deeper essence into finding your passion "
"Be the one to lead"
"You as an individual....represent the entire universe .Yes you do....!
You are not just the subset . But the totality of it .
There is a universe called 'you'........
Why the heck would you want to live as just the subset of it .
Singing, painting ,photography ,reading ,writing ,trekking ,drama ,intellect.....whatever it maybe ,is the universe you represent .
It is you ,in whole .
Passion is this 'black hole' into which your entire universe needs to be sucked into .
Passion is that 'one' thing where your wholeness is brought into focus ,to be tested ,to be tried ,to bear .

Once this is understood you live.....
You stop existing .....you begin to live .

You can go deeper trying to find the intricacies of life or just understand that all there is to it is ' living a simple ,yet meaningful life '

That's all.....

Being great neither means ruling the world nor retiring as a sage atop the mystifying himalayas .
You can climb the ladder and keep going higher and higher .
But one day you'd stop and then look down and call 'Hello is anybody watching me.....I'm lonely ....and it's getting cold '.......and there would be no reply....!
And it will hit your being really hard that no one cares cause you never did .
And you'd fall......and what a bad fall that would be !

Go higher if you must.....
But you need to know when it becomes too high and dangerous .

After all we remember legends : People who went beyond,not higher !

The only mantra they followed : Live a simple and meaningful life .
They chose the less travelled path .
They believed .
They let their universe take them through.....

And when you've done that you can jolly well wake up every morning and say :

'I am doing what I want......... everyday of my life !' "


-source : a conscience named johnblack

inspirations

Faith sees the invisible,
believes the incredible
and receives the impossible!


source : mail titled "Why go to church"

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Sometimes I wonder what Buddha's wife, Yashodhara, would've gone through after she woke up from her sleep only to find her beloved gone....
She's the inspiration to these next few lines....

She cared for him,
Like a sage for his soul,
And now that he was gone,
Whom would she cajole?
She felt incomplete,
No more whole,
Yet, disheartened wasn't she,
Though he had left her,
To find his life's goal,
She understood...
This was how it was meant to be,
She had played well,
Her role.

Woman you are nature in itself !

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As the rays leave the sun to reach the earth ,
So shall I leave you ,to make your presence known and worth .

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There's so much to say,
So much to convey,
Words don't seem to take form,
Yet, everything has been said,
Everything has been felt,
As our spirits connect.

inspirations

"Once, while praying in a crowd, Christopher said that God has a plan for me and I should hold onto Him.....he also told me that when I'm doing what he is doing I shouldn't forget him....that's why I joined the prayer group ,because I do not know from where to start " .

"Start at your bed......just say your bedtime prayers and have faith....you've already started....just keep questioning....the evil one will try to blind you ,to arise doubt"

hey

"Salve Regina".....it's by my new found family "Holy Ghost Youth"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcuxvUFTt0o


(The recording may be bad......Hey but I didn't do it !)

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Complain n complain...what else have we to do ?

That's one of the most important reasons as to why that cavity with a boneless-rubbery-"pink" (or sometimes white)- saliva producing thing exists .

Why this and why that ? Either we complain about the lack of things or its perfection !

The bigger we grow and the more we learn...The more "immature" and idiotic and biased we become and we lose our purpose and ourselves....and then to gain back all that innocence,understanding and divinity that we once possesed ,we begin this journey of "self-discovery" aka "self- revelation" aka "spiritual- rejuvention"aka"detachment from the world"aka"who am I"aka"where am I going"aka"what is my destiny"aka"I have to climb mount everest"aka.......


WAIT !

I don't mean to offend anyone....but did Buddha actually have to leave his family and sit under the "Bodhgaya" to receive enlightenment ?

Or do people have to wander off to places leaving kith n kin to find salvation.....?

Do we have to fast and pray to see God ?

Don't blame me for all the absurd questions I ask......These questions were inspired by two ,probably,five year olds.....who were dumb n deaf !
I saw them in the bus today .

I wondered if they even knew that they were differentially abled(I don't like the word handicapped !) or why they had to wear these "special" kind of instruments or why they went to a "special" kind of school !

They were lost in their play .....tickling and poking and kissing and one holding the hand of the other asking how she was hurt and the explanations expressed with ease !

Did they ever complain that they couln't be understood ?

Did their mother ever complain that she could never be called "mummy" ?

Did they ever complain why they never wore shorts with zips......or shoes without socks ?

Did it hurt ? Did they feel helpless ? Did they cry ?

God alone knows what goes throught the hearts of these little ones ! Incomprehensible by "men".

Here we are trying to understand mokeys and dogs.....what about the enlightenment one could receive from these little ones....

The Bible says it best :"You need to become like a child to enter the kingdom of God"

We were children...pure ,with wholesome perfection and exuding divinity !
Where has it all gone ?

We never lose what we were meant to posses .We only misplace it.....and end up looking
elsewhere ,where we may never find it.....Now,that's only obvious !

GROWN UPS.......When will we ever learn ?

Maybe all Buddha had to do was look into his son....and he would have found enlightenment there too........maybe even faster !

between us

"The fun you can have ,crammed on a bike(honda activa) ,is incomparable to the fun you could have in a luxurious car "
(all of us on the bike laugh and nod in unison)

between us

"Hey ,this painting's for you !"
"Nice ,it's beautiful.....but why me ?"
"We bring nothing we take nothing ,so it's no use keeping it with me...."
(smiles)"Oh yeah we do......we take behind memories and leave behind some "

Art attack

I call this "space".....see closely !

Blasphemy #5

Nobody cannot come to "u-ver" class

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"You need to wake up with a reason everyday"

Yea right....Being forced to wake up ,stretching ,feeling the comfort of loosening every joint in your body ,rubbing off the "eye-crispies",hurring to relieve yourself at the toilet ,cursing the one occupying it at the "wrong" time ,.....well for most of us this forms the daily 'as-soon-as-I-get-up-things-that-I-need-to-do' routine !

Who's got the time for "reason-finding".......even if it's there ,"bare" ,right infront of
you !

Well.....I do pretty much the same......The only difference : I wake up with a song , in my heart ,in my mind ,on my lips ,in my being.......I'm a die-hard "love to sing"
kinda singer !

The only days I've 'ever' got up with a reason was ,when I knew that they had been given to me to make maximum use of what I had or what I was "gifted" with .
The day I could express myself "the best" ...
The day when the "who-I-was" didn't matter......but only what I was...
The day when being what I am was more important than what others wanted me to be... The day I could unleash MY orenda !

23rd February 2008 was one of those special and unforgettable days .

Making an entire hall of people sing with you ,sounds like no big deal .But what if you're no great person and all you have with you ,is all you take to the stage and people praise you ,they head bang ,they "yo" you ,they "hi fi" ,they smile and wink back ,they cheer you ,they hug you ,they say "hey you rock the stage"........just for being you......just for what you have !!!!

I am a simple person .I don't dream big .It might make one think that I'm
incompetent .But I don't dream in terms of making it BIG at the IT .My dreams have nothing to do with money or comfort .It's only got to do with "finding why I'm here and accomplishing it" ! That's it......Simple as that .

Well ,guess ,that's why it's big deal for me .It's almost like realising I've not missed the way .I'm travelling on it .I'm not far from finding "The Reason" . It's out there....I'm going to catch it ....someday.... somehow .

I left college that day, knowing what Sachin would have felt after accomplishing his first century or "Miss Universe", after being crowned .

It's incomparable....It's ecstatic !It's exuberant exhilaration (I love those words !!!)

I left knowing what it means "to let your spirit take flight".......and of course with the song Kholo Kholo , in my heart, in my mind, on my lips and in my "entire" being !

inspirations

Do not take a plunge into a relationship with a person you know you're going to lose !


source : JB

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Well ,what would one think of the word "sorry"? Something that the British just left behind for us to use? Wouldn't blame one if they thought so ...I mean...ya you're right .It's more often said than meant .That's why it comes so easily .

"Sorry...I really am sorry" !That's pretty easy to say...I've said it before...I've said it to many .
Have I actually meant it...well...after all that was said ,things went on fine...I was forgiven .
That's what matters right ?Everything's going on fine....everyone's happy...amidst all that who's going to bother about "self-examination" when you're having a good time and all the fun !

But wait...what if you have to walk up to someone ,whom you're not even sure you've hurt ,and say a sorry and you're doing it because you're instincts say that something's just not feeling right .You're really good friends once upon a time and now...you fake your "smile-acknowledgements" and you ignore each other...for God knows what reason .And the worst part is...you're not sure if the person's treating you the same way you're treating them...I mean...all that they must be doing is wondering why you're acting "konky" after all the good times of laughter and stupidity that you've shared !

It's an "ughhh" feeling .You're sorry for something you've done ,which they don't even bother to hold against you(They wouldn't have even noticed it) .You're sorry because you've been a recidivist .You do the same thing once and again ...say your sorries ....and viola....you're doing it all over again...
You haven't meant those sorries and now that you're really sorry for all those non- genuine ones...you don't have the gut to go and express it....cause you're just not sure !

Well doing it was the "biggest" challege for me .Your body gets heated and legs get cemented and all you want to do is change your direction and you end up compromising .
It's not a matter of 1 hour ,or 1 day or 1 week or 1 month preparation .It's more .It's trainng your guts to lay it all down ....flat and open .

Now once I've done it ,did it help ?

There was no drama...or dialogue . Just "I donno what you're talking about" kinda reaction .
Something I didn't want to happen .
I wanted the drama....I wanted the dialogue !No ,I'm not a movie maniac !
But I'd be sure that everything's cleared .Nothing's hazy .Everthing made to see !

All I can say is.....I've done my part and thank you for the oppurtunity .

I didn't wait for the "best" time .There's no such thing .

I don't know if I did it at the "right" time .

I didn't wait for the end .
And I think that's right enough !

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"Virtual reality"

(This is some fresh idea...Thank you !)

Blasphemy #4

How will you do this in 'fastment' ?

Art Attack

The greatest part about painting is ,I can use colours the way I like...
Kaboom !!!and a splash of colours....That's the beauty of it !


The greatest feature of this painting is the waterfall...T'was my first try at it and I think it's pretty good .

Inspirations

Stay Hungry .Stay Foolish .



source :Stewart Brand

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"Get up and rinse the clothes ,make chapathis ,soak the rice the dal,"(anne it's one of those regular days.....just get up with a calm and peaceful mind !) "remind grandma to cook rice ,dry the clothes and when they are dried bring them down ,iron the bedsheets ,"(No anne....no...chill ,happens to everyone ....) "clean your cupboard and your wardrobe ,dust your windows ,sweep n sob ,cut the vegetables :8-10 onions ,diced " (tch-tch...there there anne...no girl.....ssshhh) "put the motor on ,clean your table ,bathe the dog ,switch-off the motor ,come down ,go up" (oh oh...okay...no..peace....no bang the plate...chill....no scream...no ssshhh...no SCREAM...)" wash ,wipe ,clean ,tend ,run ,walk ,bring ,take ,"....SHUT UP !!!!!!!!

Excuse-me ,I'm not complaining .....after 5-6 months of "you-have-to-listen-to-my-instructions-even-if-it-involves-brushing-your
-teeth-in-front-of-Price Charles " by the lecturers ,all any engineering student
would want to do is relax ,breathe ,chill ,take it slow ,escape before he/she gets back to another hectic ,life-wrenching ,monotonous semester !

I was born a traveller...well I imagine myself to be one...dreaming of hills and fields and countrside and waterfalls and vineyards and tasting hot sizzing cuisines and creamy desserts .
Okay ...I don't have the "kaasu" for that....so could we atleast go to some village nearby and eat "maize" roti...or lalbagh for the flower show ???
No...all I get to do is take another dose of instructions....I'm getting trained for "you'll have to do all this after marriage !"(yayeiks and double zoinks)......

Hmm...hey that's a good idea....I'll take the training and open a school for the women...to enroll their men...."thumbs-up".....so much for "an idea can change your life" (thanx blog....I sat down here to complain and you've just helped me find a way to make money...."muah")

Okay then let the rain of instructions "reign" on me !.....Gosh I really must be some sort of an optimistic idiot !

Art Attack

This is my hand at abstract art ! Billion Dollar Baby !!!

I'd probably interpret this as "Reflections on the pond"
(Thank you for the idea Vivek)

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Fingerprint Technology !
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar ?

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Had been to MCC today....had to pay 150 bucks to get in....damn...."this is silly" I thought as I walked in....I wondered if t'was gonna be worth paying that much...All I expected was good stuff...Maybe the dance or the singing......"Mardi Gras"....ya....that was the theme....
There were these belles with the "eye-mask" on...grand!..The main audi was broken down....I remember....we always had "interested" dogs if not students there.....I got to see my old classrooms....Got to criticize a few teachers....The oldies "lullabied" to us...the young ones
put on this act of "strictness" just to feel secure.....funny ladies.....
The canteens.....chechi's no more there and so are the hot sugar and cinnamon doughnuts....I remember messing our faces with it ...The labs....oh ya I got to meet the attender...he remembered my friend not me....(like duh)well he's the same.....talks too much....very much more than required...The beehive next to the audi in the Golden Jubilee is very much present....but bigger...and a change of location ....(photographic!......I was very much tempted to just break the peace in coll....That would put an end to that damed fest which gave me nothing for 150 bucks!!!! grrr!!!)
Met a few ol buddies...and all they had in store for me was the news of death of a good pal of mine .We weren't close pals or anything....the hi-bye kind...But she was bold ,beautiful ,confident and endearing .She had commited suicide just 3 days ago because her boyfriend had passed away in an accident .Damed.....what's wrong with these people....can't they just leave the dead to the dead....
Wasn't necessary for you to join them girl.......God bless your soul !

Well life's crazy ,weird :does things you never expected and at a time you never expected.....well is it that difficult to be alive ..to exist...to let life flow ????Life is meant for living right....no matter what....It's raises you up....and lets you fall....That's the essence of Life ....isn't it???

Could I be right is asking these questions...or could they be just labelled as arguments made by the inexperienced ???

These soliliques.....am I "right" in assuming that my assumptions are "right" ???


Guess all this is a bit too much for 150 bucks.....

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This is what I call "Divine Intervention"

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"How would you convince an atheist that there's a God ?"
"Look around !!!We didn't just evolve from slime !"

Blasphemy #3

We welcome the members of the faculty members .

Just a thought

It's not about making use of oppurtunities that makes it all a big deal .
It's about creating them ,when one wouldn't expect them to exist......

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She asks,"What do you like the most ?Sunset or sunrise ?"
He replies,"I get to see both ."
She exclaims sarcastically,"Ya Right !"
He outwits her,"A sunset here is a sunrise elsewhere "
.............Silence....................

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This is one of those usual "who's the boss " kinda fight .
They say temptations come from the "evil one"...well...there's no doubt about it !

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There it was ,that building where he had stood and had sent a 'flying kiss' her way .She was the happiest then .Little did she know that it would be the face of the man she'd never want to see again .
He had made her feel special....and when she had walked up to him and made a proposal ,all he had done was keep silent...he had never said a yes ....he had never said a no .She had waited and waited.....and alas she had realised that it was for her own good .
He was fickle minded .She knew ,the very day he had introduced that beautiful girl leaning next to him as his girlfriend ,he would never turn back and respond .
She was happy that she didn't have the beauty or the brains required to become his game .Then why did she have to turn back those pages of her life everytime she passed that building....Memories oh ! memories ,why should thou be remembered.....
As she saw the sunset over the bridge she realised.....There must come a night ,for a new day to begin.....There must come wrong people in one's life ,to know the right ones ....There must be heartbreaks experienced to make a new and stronger you...

Inspirations

What we need is not just prayers ,but perseverance in prayers .

source of inspiration : A man who didn't have a job for a year ,but continued to pray because he believed that God has his own time .