The last few days experienced a sudden burst of "blogthusiasm" (self-coined term that was derived from linear addition and midular substraction of blog + enthusiasm) thereby resulting in close to 10 posts in half as many days. The next few days, i would be blogbernating (again self-coined term derived from linear addition and midular substraction of blog + hibernating)
so.. this post (poem) is an attempt to create an index (not exactly), or what can be termed as a brief description of what can be expected out of all the blogs that are displayed in this page.
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Suddenly, the rhyme is out of the life
as philosophical prose took center stage
ideas and thoughts are still ripe
as i continue to explore the confusing maze
Disturbed sleeps filled with red ants
Nights spent without work, without sleep
Disturbed dreams full of complaints and rants
childhood stories that revolved around the toy jeep
Some nostalgia, some dedications
some rings and roses for the occasion
Few lines that manage to rhyme
Few blogs whose copyrights i proudly claim
enjoy!! :-)
Friday, May 30, 2008
A lifetime's wait!!
"Ye vayasulo mucchata aa vayasulone teerchukovaali" goes a famous telugu saying which translates to "You have enjoy each of the phases in your life only while you are in it"
Till a few days back, i still believed i'm kiddish enough to realise those long-back dreamt, still-remembered childhood dreams. One of my female friends recently said "You are still a kid!" :P and this saying made me believe that i'm still a kid.
But recently, very recently i came to know that relatives in my village have started talking of my marriage.
I was like "C'mon, child marriage is illegal.. You semi-educated, brainless, marriage hurried **** *********, how can you marry me off at such a tender age".
slowly, the hair over my head started it's journey down west
Kids in the neighborhood started addressing me as "uncle"
Now i'm really scared that i'm getting older (orkut shows i'm 21! :O) as the time ticks! and i might just get old before realizing the long-dreamt, still-remembered childhood dreams.
so... i'm archiving my wishes if in case, just in case i couldn't relish them in this life, i can refer to them in my next life which probably would be a virtual one where people marry on shaadi.com by clicking the button "MARRY NOW" and have children by clicking on ad that reads "Want a smart, cute baby who goes on to become chief scientist in NASA and marries miss norway?
"CLICK HERE"
whatever.. here's the list of things of long-dreamt, still-remembered dreams!
- Wear a police uniform (complete with hat and belt) and tuck in auto-reload 34.4 muscle .22 glock commando (never mind, it's sold during srinamanavami in our village for rs.10 and is nick named erra police gun)
- Go to the tuition (Every kid in the neighborhood takes the lamp (thanks to the 14hr/day powercuts) and goes to the tuitions. As an outsider i always believed and still believe that i'm missing out on all the fun and i still don't know the fact that they're actually slogging in there
- Propose to my maths teacher
I am smart,
she is hot,
what else do you want
- Race the car with a bicycle
I still remember the summer afternoon when the cyclewallah overtook our school van and managed to keep the lead over a strech of 7km highway en route my home to school. That day on he was my hero and i dreamt of only one thing day in and day out. I saved the 100 bucks given by my grandmother for diwali to buy a new "gear cycle" (brand didn't really matter) to defeat the honda city of my neighboring uncle.
- Kick the bheemboy of our class
There is this guy named bheemboy who used to bully us all the time and once he won a battle of 1 vs 11 where he's pitted against the rest of the class. Since then i started eating pizzas, chicken, prawns and grown so huge so that i could kick him strongly one day.
- score 1506 (251) 0*4, 251*6 in an ODI
I didn't knew that there was a no-ball and i could score runs in it. so 1506 or what i call at heptaple triple century is what i've always dreamt of and is the reason why i still play cricket at 2A.M
Till a few days back, i still believed i'm kiddish enough to realise those long-back dreamt, still-remembered childhood dreams. One of my female friends recently said "You are still a kid!" :P and this saying made me believe that i'm still a kid.
But recently, very recently i came to know that relatives in my village have started talking of my marriage.
I was like "C'mon, child marriage is illegal.. You semi-educated, brainless, marriage hurried **** *********, how can you marry me off at such a tender age".
slowly, the hair over my head started it's journey down west
Kids in the neighborhood started addressing me as "uncle"
Now i'm really scared that i'm getting older (orkut shows i'm 21! :O) as the time ticks! and i might just get old before realizing the long-dreamt, still-remembered childhood dreams.
so... i'm archiving my wishes if in case, just in case i couldn't relish them in this life, i can refer to them in my next life which probably would be a virtual one where people marry on shaadi.com by clicking the button "MARRY NOW" and have children by clicking on ad that reads "Want a smart, cute baby who goes on to become chief scientist in NASA and marries miss norway?
"CLICK HERE"
whatever.. here's the list of things of long-dreamt, still-remembered dreams!
- Wear a police uniform (complete with hat and belt) and tuck in auto-reload 34.4 muscle .22 glock commando (never mind, it's sold during srinamanavami in our village for rs.10 and is nick named erra police gun)
- Go to the tuition (Every kid in the neighborhood takes the lamp (thanks to the 14hr/day powercuts) and goes to the tuitions. As an outsider i always believed and still believe that i'm missing out on all the fun and i still don't know the fact that they're actually slogging in there
- Propose to my maths teacher
I am smart,
she is hot,
what else do you want
- Race the car with a bicycle
I still remember the summer afternoon when the cyclewallah overtook our school van and managed to keep the lead over a strech of 7km highway en route my home to school. That day on he was my hero and i dreamt of only one thing day in and day out. I saved the 100 bucks given by my grandmother for diwali to buy a new "gear cycle" (brand didn't really matter) to defeat the honda city of my neighboring uncle.
- Kick the bheemboy of our class
There is this guy named bheemboy who used to bully us all the time and once he won a battle of 1 vs 11 where he's pitted against the rest of the class. Since then i started eating pizzas, chicken, prawns and grown so huge so that i could kick him strongly one day.
- score 1506 (251) 0*4, 251*6 in an ODI
I didn't knew that there was a no-ball and i could score runs in it. so 1506 or what i call at heptaple triple century is what i've always dreamt of and is the reason why i still play cricket at 2A.M
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sleep-breakers
Imagine... Just imagine
- You are a "slow-sleeper" (which supposedly is the term for a person who, once woken up, takes good amount of time.. say 10-30 min to get back to sleep)
- You've just slogged in the office for 10 hours
- You go to bed at 10P.M since you had a bad sleep last night and are in need of a real sound sleep
- Some past/present/future love-stories disturb you and keep you awake for 2 hours in such a sleepy situation
- You sleep late in the night (say 12 mid-night)
- At 1A.M there's a call from your family/friend inquiring something
- At 2A.M there's a phone call from your mobile provider offering caller tunes at Rs. 50/- and u've just got disturbed half-an-hour back by a message that reads the same
- At 2:30A.M a red-ant bites your hand and the hand swells
-At 3A.M scores of red-ants explore through your head and hair biting at will
- 3A.M - 5A.m: You try in vain to hush away the ants and they follow you like the hutch dog. You turn to the other side of the bed, clean the bedsheet, whatever, in 10-15 min they're all over your head, hairs and everywhere out of nowhere.
- 5A.M: you give up fighting with them and sit on the bed thinking what to do to realize that you've got an important presentation today
- 5:30A.M: you are about to sleep just when the ant hoards are back to business
Imagine this happening everyday for the past 2 weeks
Imagine a time-line that's 6 hours ahead of the one mentioned.
Imagine all this after slogging in the night shift
Imagine ME!!!
- You are a "slow-sleeper" (which supposedly is the term for a person who, once woken up, takes good amount of time.. say 10-30 min to get back to sleep)
- You've just slogged in the office for 10 hours
- You go to bed at 10P.M since you had a bad sleep last night and are in need of a real sound sleep
- Some past/present/future love-stories disturb you and keep you awake for 2 hours in such a sleepy situation
- You sleep late in the night (say 12 mid-night)
- At 1A.M there's a call from your family/friend inquiring something
- At 2A.M there's a phone call from your mobile provider offering caller tunes at Rs. 50/- and u've just got disturbed half-an-hour back by a message that reads the same
- At 2:30A.M a red-ant bites your hand and the hand swells
-At 3A.M scores of red-ants explore through your head and hair biting at will
- 3A.M - 5A.m: You try in vain to hush away the ants and they follow you like the hutch dog. You turn to the other side of the bed, clean the bedsheet, whatever, in 10-15 min they're all over your head, hairs and everywhere out of nowhere.
- 5A.M: you give up fighting with them and sit on the bed thinking what to do to realize that you've got an important presentation today
- 5:30A.M: you are about to sleep just when the ant hoards are back to business
Imagine this happening everyday for the past 2 weeks
Imagine a time-line that's 6 hours ahead of the one mentioned.
Imagine all this after slogging in the night shift
Imagine ME!!!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Strange feelings!
I come back from office at 4 A.M (yes A.M it is..) and think..
"oooh.. what's this strange feeling in my head. Man that girl in white has made me crazy. My head is probably wandering all around her. It feels strange, blank! huh! what has she done to me...."
finally i get the answer,
Idiot! This lady in white is called sleep... now go to bed
zzzzzzzzzzz
"oooh.. what's this strange feeling in my head. Man that girl in white has made me crazy. My head is probably wandering all around her. It feels strange, blank! huh! what has she done to me...."
finally i get the answer,
Idiot! This lady in white is called sleep... now go to bed
zzzzzzzzzzz
Carrying the expression of LOVE
Probably the most incompetent person to speak about this topic. But this' out in a burst of romanticism. You are welcome to read but cautioned not to follow for these are the advices of a perfect noob in this sector. :)
How to express your love to your beloved!!!
Analogies:
- Her milky white skin glitters like a star in the darkness of the night
- Love is the bridge between two souls
- The early sun smiles like the blossoming flower
- kindness, as vast as the sea; beauty, as bright as full moon; walk, As nimble as a swan;
Using analogies is the best way to make her realize she is your world and in everything you see (the night, the bridge, the flower, the moon) you see her, and what else does a girl want...
Contradictions:
- I wait in the garden in the middle of the desert
- I see the darkness and hear the silence
- Happiness and sadness grab both of my arms
- She is a happy pain for me
confusing! delighting! and still confusing! yes, the confusion that lies in them forces to think deep into what's said and hence help her to see the inner meaning of what you mean! Awesome way to express your feelings.
Poetry:
- she's a breathtaking beauty
she's never hasty
at times, she's a bit naughty
in short, she's my deity
It rhymes, and the rhymes go straight into her heart and make an impression deep inside it.
Sentiment (that's never meant):
- I'll die without you
- For you, i'll do anything
- I can't feel/see anything in your presence
One irreparable damage the serials have done. When they can't hear these dialogues on the idiot-box they want to hear them from your vocal chords. All the parties involved (you, she and the dialogue) knew that nothing was ever meant but it still sounds like music to her ears.
more headers coming up.. have to leave now.. will update soon!
How to express your love to your beloved!!!
Analogies:
- Her milky white skin glitters like a star in the darkness of the night
- Love is the bridge between two souls
- The early sun smiles like the blossoming flower
- kindness, as vast as the sea; beauty, as bright as full moon; walk, As nimble as a swan;
Using analogies is the best way to make her realize she is your world and in everything you see (the night, the bridge, the flower, the moon) you see her, and what else does a girl want...
Contradictions:
- I wait in the garden in the middle of the desert
- I see the darkness and hear the silence
- Happiness and sadness grab both of my arms
- She is a happy pain for me
confusing! delighting! and still confusing! yes, the confusion that lies in them forces to think deep into what's said and hence help her to see the inner meaning of what you mean! Awesome way to express your feelings.
Poetry:
- she's a breathtaking beauty
she's never hasty
at times, she's a bit naughty
in short, she's my deity
It rhymes, and the rhymes go straight into her heart and make an impression deep inside it.
Sentiment (that's never meant):
- I'll die without you
- For you, i'll do anything
- I can't feel/see anything in your presence
One irreparable damage the serials have done. When they can't hear these dialogues on the idiot-box they want to hear them from your vocal chords. All the parties involved (you, she and the dialogue) knew that nothing was ever meant but it still sounds like music to her ears.
more headers coming up.. have to leave now.. will update soon!
Friday, May 23, 2008
A dedication to the dude...
'Only one sweet character in this whole world finds relevance to the character and or incidents mentioned here and that character must be glad that he/she's getting world-famous now :) ; If any other characters too due to some reasons, factual or fictional, find little, some or complete relevance with the character, incidents mentioned here, it is by now clear that you are from a parallel universe for there can be only one dude in a universe and that is our dude!!
The "dude", the protagonist of this post is a concept king. When he's bored, he gets involved in a crazy concept and acts with the smartest (read as shittiest :P) logic of all times... here are a few samples
concept of cold-mind
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" said someone, a century back
"shivering is in the mind of the shiverer" said our dude, a year back;
when a person feels cold, it's not the environment that's actually turned cold, but his mind which for all its sins starts to feel the cold and starts to shiver. If you stop thinking that it's actually cold outside, you feel warm and comfortable. Unbelievable logic! Believe it! i personally tried it during a trip to Simla at -10 degree temperatures and it worked wonders. I almost froze off into an ice-man before i realized the cold-truth
concept of childhood sweet-heart
Manasantha nuvve, potugaadi poem, dude's love story... what's common in all this!
Long-back happened, Long-cherished, Never-forgotten, Still-in-love childhood love stories with the same happy ending!
Who said movies and reality are different. Atleast for some, the movie stories and poem dedications are based on their life stories and these people help maintain such sweet concepts in good shape. Lucky you! you rock dude.
concept of a fake-high
We've heard of fake-votes, fake-org*s, fake-notes, fake marriages etc., etc.,
Ever heard of a fake-high? Our dude can produce that in a jiffy. He drinks with half-a-dozen of his friends and after two pegs, two of his peg-mates are already in a state of flotation alias high. So our dude thinks that if he delays his high for long, others might think that there's some problem with the genetic engineering inside his body and it needs some structural restructuring. Whatever!. so our dude starts acting as if he's on a high. He stands up, falls on the ground, kisses mother earth, talks shit, acts shit and behaves shit-headdish. Next day he comes up and utters in my ear in a low-voice 'That was a faked-high'. I instantly reply with a looks which meant "Everyone knew that :P"
concept of confusing the confused
"Erra lorry, Nalla Lorry, Tella Lorry"... Try repeating these for 10 times in a row.. i'm pretty sure u'll mess up with words. These tongue-twisters are fun.
But there are some advance versions of these tongue-twisters called brain-twisters (very different from brainteasers) which our dude has mastered.
"Nee lanti pani paata leni valla pani paata lenu panulu cheyyataaniki nenu pani paata lekundaa vunnananukunnava" which translates into something like "Do you think i have no work to do the work of you people with no work who do no work" (this line misses the punch in the original line) which further translates into "@#$%@#&@#$%@#$%@#$%" when interpreted by the mind.
He's one confused soul trying in a confused manner to confuse the other non-confused souls and ends up confusing himself further! A confusing logic from a confused soul. Now stop getting confused :)
concept of wishing theorems
"Give respect and take respect" said once an old man with gray hair.
And our dude is a staunchent follower of this mantra. He goes to the extent of wishing the theorems and algorithms in text book before exams as he expects them to do him favors during exams. While going through them, every now and then he raises his eyebrows wishing it "hey recursive algorithm, how do you do" or "hi, NP is a subset of P, long time, no see.. where have u been" etc., etc., and he says that they do good for him in exams. Splendid, studious, stupendous... or is that just SIMPLY STUPID? :p
The "dude", the protagonist of this post is a concept king. When he's bored, he gets involved in a crazy concept and acts with the smartest (read as shittiest :P) logic of all times... here are a few samples
concept of cold-mind
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" said someone, a century back
"shivering is in the mind of the shiverer" said our dude, a year back;
when a person feels cold, it's not the environment that's actually turned cold, but his mind which for all its sins starts to feel the cold and starts to shiver. If you stop thinking that it's actually cold outside, you feel warm and comfortable. Unbelievable logic! Believe it! i personally tried it during a trip to Simla at -10 degree temperatures and it worked wonders. I almost froze off into an ice-man before i realized the cold-truth
concept of childhood sweet-heart
Manasantha nuvve, potugaadi poem, dude's love story... what's common in all this!
Long-back happened, Long-cherished, Never-forgotten, Still-in-love childhood love stories with the same happy ending!
Who said movies and reality are different. Atleast for some, the movie stories and poem dedications are based on their life stories and these people help maintain such sweet concepts in good shape. Lucky you! you rock dude.
concept of a fake-high
We've heard of fake-votes, fake-org*s, fake-notes, fake marriages etc., etc.,
Ever heard of a fake-high? Our dude can produce that in a jiffy. He drinks with half-a-dozen of his friends and after two pegs, two of his peg-mates are already in a state of flotation alias high. So our dude thinks that if he delays his high for long, others might think that there's some problem with the genetic engineering inside his body and it needs some structural restructuring. Whatever!. so our dude starts acting as if he's on a high. He stands up, falls on the ground, kisses mother earth, talks shit, acts shit and behaves shit-headdish. Next day he comes up and utters in my ear in a low-voice 'That was a faked-high'. I instantly reply with a looks which meant "Everyone knew that :P"
concept of confusing the confused
"Erra lorry, Nalla Lorry, Tella Lorry"... Try repeating these for 10 times in a row.. i'm pretty sure u'll mess up with words. These tongue-twisters are fun.
But there are some advance versions of these tongue-twisters called brain-twisters (very different from brainteasers) which our dude has mastered.
"Nee lanti pani paata leni valla pani paata lenu panulu cheyyataaniki nenu pani paata lekundaa vunnananukunnava" which translates into something like "Do you think i have no work to do the work of you people with no work who do no work" (this line misses the punch in the original line) which further translates into "@#$%@#&@#$%@#$%@#$%" when interpreted by the mind.
He's one confused soul trying in a confused manner to confuse the other non-confused souls and ends up confusing himself further! A confusing logic from a confused soul. Now stop getting confused :)
concept of wishing theorems
"Give respect and take respect" said once an old man with gray hair.
And our dude is a staunchent follower of this mantra. He goes to the extent of wishing the theorems and algorithms in text book before exams as he expects them to do him favors during exams. While going through them, every now and then he raises his eyebrows wishing it "hey recursive algorithm, how do you do" or "hi, NP is a subset of P, long time, no see.. where have u been" etc., etc., and he says that they do good for him in exams. Splendid, studious, stupendous... or is that just SIMPLY STUPID? :p
The great indian middle class marriage - 3R's
Outcome of yet another "crappy" discussion...
ps: Certain biases would be clearly evident... This is not a philosophical analysis, it's just a time-pass... so u're expected to do the same while reading this...
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Who is better off as a couple
a) A rich couple
b) A middle-class couple
c) A poor couple
The right answer is: d) none
But there are certain natural forces forced upon us wherein coupling is a part of the torture god's blessed mankind with... Let's quickly analyze who enjoys this torture the most with respect to the 3R's that're closely associated with couples. Ring, romance and restaurants
Ring: A medium that carries the expression of love
A rich couple: super-posh diamond ring: Beautiful, Precious, Captivating, Everlasting
The wife sees the ring and says "Oh! it's so beautiful, i love this"
If the ring in itself is being more beautiful, more precious and more captivating than their marriage, it's the ring that's of concern and not the marriage. Medium surpasses the expression
A middle-class couple: Plain gold with little or no extras: Memorable, symbolic, senti'mental'
The wife sees the ring and says "i love you dear"
The ring here is the hard-work of small sacrifices done by her husband over the past couple of months and it carries his message of love towards her in a perfect manner
A poor couple: A copper/brass ring with their names written on it: Shabby, non-lusturous, waste of money
The wife sees the ring and says "I asked you to get rice, now how r u going to feed the starving children". feel sorry for them! when life's all about fighting to stay alive in the race there's no reason to celebrate the win!
The expression fails to flow through the medium
Romance:
A rich couple: Exotic holiday at maldives, Sunbath at San marino etc., etc.,
Their idea of a happy romance is taught by books and TV channels. They fail to see that romanticity is subjective and customized. Their money and lifestyle lures them into doing such unromantic and stupid things.
A middle-class couple: Sitting together on the beach, Dinner on roof-top, Dancing together in the mid-night rain
The idea of romance is nurtured by their own fantasies and few cine-concepts. They've just enough money to replicate a setting and the rest is left for the mind to romanticize it to the max.
A poor couple: Having a good dinner, going to the local market etc., etc.,
The idea of romance arouses the fear of the future. "So far so good, but what do i do tomorrow." There's been a constant fear of the tomorrow that swallows the pleasentaries of the romance.
Restaruants:
A rich couple: They go to a nice restaurant, pull the chair back by holding it with the index, thumb and middle finger of the left hand, seat in an 80 degree angle, pull back the chair in two uniform swings, pick the napkin with index finger and thumb of the right hand and place it carefully on their lap. huh! i would starve to death rather than follow this schedule... and wait! the real thing starts here. The waiter appears.... husband likes macaronni with some pepperoni and bonguroni. Wife loves green salad with spinach leaves and lentill roots. Both order seperately, eat seperately and leave... what did they just do... "EAT"
A middle-class couple: With the savings of the week, they go to a decent place to dine and the waiter appears. Husband like chicken 65, wife likes chilly prawns (very spicy). They've finances for one starter and the sacrifice season starts. Wife sacrifices her prawns to her husband's chicken and husband reciprocates it by getting it done spicy. For an outsider it seems to be one spoiled up dish that fails to satisfy either. But for the husband having been touched by his wife's concern for his tastes, fails to feel the spice in the dish and the wife already being so happy for getting such a nice husband doesn't care whether it's chicken or prawns or sea-weed. what did they just do... "They had a sweet little spicy memorable experience"
A poor couple:They go to a road-side hotel where the ambiance is very bad. The food smelled burnt and tasted awful. There's been no chicken pieces to share in the chicken biryani and the veg manchurian tasted so awful that the husband ate all by himself since he didn't want his wife to taste one of the baddest things in life and the wife mistook the husband to be a glutton. All this at the expense of the money they've saved skipping lunch for the past week.... "One bad memory they'd rather not have"
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I am NOT a married person and still have a long way to go before i experience the rings, romances and restaurants and am also NOT in any hurry to experience these. Therefore, DO NOT make any stupid assumptions :P
ps: Certain biases would be clearly evident... This is not a philosophical analysis, it's just a time-pass... so u're expected to do the same while reading this...
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Who is better off as a couple
a) A rich couple
b) A middle-class couple
c) A poor couple
The right answer is: d) none
But there are certain natural forces forced upon us wherein coupling is a part of the torture god's blessed mankind with... Let's quickly analyze who enjoys this torture the most with respect to the 3R's that're closely associated with couples. Ring, romance and restaurants
Ring: A medium that carries the expression of love
A rich couple: super-posh diamond ring: Beautiful, Precious, Captivating, Everlasting
The wife sees the ring and says "Oh! it's so beautiful, i love this"
If the ring in itself is being more beautiful, more precious and more captivating than their marriage, it's the ring that's of concern and not the marriage. Medium surpasses the expression
A middle-class couple: Plain gold with little or no extras: Memorable, symbolic, senti'mental'
The wife sees the ring and says "i love you dear"
The ring here is the hard-work of small sacrifices done by her husband over the past couple of months and it carries his message of love towards her in a perfect manner
A poor couple: A copper/brass ring with their names written on it: Shabby, non-lusturous, waste of money
The wife sees the ring and says "I asked you to get rice, now how r u going to feed the starving children". feel sorry for them! when life's all about fighting to stay alive in the race there's no reason to celebrate the win!
The expression fails to flow through the medium
Romance:
A rich couple: Exotic holiday at maldives, Sunbath at San marino etc., etc.,
Their idea of a happy romance is taught by books and TV channels. They fail to see that romanticity is subjective and customized. Their money and lifestyle lures them into doing such unromantic and stupid things.
A middle-class couple: Sitting together on the beach, Dinner on roof-top, Dancing together in the mid-night rain
The idea of romance is nurtured by their own fantasies and few cine-concepts. They've just enough money to replicate a setting and the rest is left for the mind to romanticize it to the max.
A poor couple: Having a good dinner, going to the local market etc., etc.,
The idea of romance arouses the fear of the future. "So far so good, but what do i do tomorrow." There's been a constant fear of the tomorrow that swallows the pleasentaries of the romance.
Restaruants:
A rich couple: They go to a nice restaurant, pull the chair back by holding it with the index, thumb and middle finger of the left hand, seat in an 80 degree angle, pull back the chair in two uniform swings, pick the napkin with index finger and thumb of the right hand and place it carefully on their lap. huh! i would starve to death rather than follow this schedule... and wait! the real thing starts here. The waiter appears.... husband likes macaronni with some pepperoni and bonguroni. Wife loves green salad with spinach leaves and lentill roots. Both order seperately, eat seperately and leave... what did they just do... "EAT"
A middle-class couple: With the savings of the week, they go to a decent place to dine and the waiter appears. Husband like chicken 65, wife likes chilly prawns (very spicy). They've finances for one starter and the sacrifice season starts. Wife sacrifices her prawns to her husband's chicken and husband reciprocates it by getting it done spicy. For an outsider it seems to be one spoiled up dish that fails to satisfy either. But for the husband having been touched by his wife's concern for his tastes, fails to feel the spice in the dish and the wife already being so happy for getting such a nice husband doesn't care whether it's chicken or prawns or sea-weed. what did they just do... "They had a sweet little spicy memorable experience"
A poor couple:They go to a road-side hotel where the ambiance is very bad. The food smelled burnt and tasted awful. There's been no chicken pieces to share in the chicken biryani and the veg manchurian tasted so awful that the husband ate all by himself since he didn't want his wife to taste one of the baddest things in life and the wife mistook the husband to be a glutton. All this at the expense of the money they've saved skipping lunch for the past week.... "One bad memory they'd rather not have"
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I am NOT a married person and still have a long way to go before i experience the rings, romances and restaurants and am also NOT in any hurry to experience these. Therefore, DO NOT make any stupid assumptions :P
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Dream index of happiness
Brief history of "the dream"
For ages, measuring happiness has been one of the major challenges for gods. They've been drowned with requests with each devotee asking for more happiness. The gods are confused on how to distribute the limited happiness to the unlimited desires of the unlimited population. So, the gods decided on a metric to measure the happiness of a person and invented the concept of dream.
so, the gods would install this new version of dream.exe into every new human they create. This concept worked wonders for them. Though the generation, visualisation and interpretation of this concept is highly complex the crux of it and the report generated are very simple. Let's see how the dream analysis goes (in gods own words)
case 1: You wake up from the dream and think.. "oh man! what a dream, aaah... i wish i could continue this dream" and slip back into the dreams with a hope to continue and 'holy fuck! the dream continues....'
analysis: dude! your life can't get any better... you are now in the best phase of your life and cling on to this phase as long as you can.. make minimum or no changes to it becoz believe me! any change would only make your life worse... you have all the free time with you, all the spirits on the high, angels on the song, sexy girl friends on the bed, dads bank balance in crores, class toppers without studying and what not... never ever ask for more... your life is one happy dream!! stay in it the way you are! To be frank, at times, we gods envy you!
case 2: You wake up from the dream and think... "aaah.. nice dream!, ok.. nice start for the day!"
analysis: You are the good definition of a happy life. you have got most of what you've dreamt of and what you've prayed for. you've got a nice job, decent acads, good-looking girl friends, nice restaurants to eat, a pulsar to commute... you just don't ask for more but secretly in your closet pray for a better job, a honda city a sexy chick etc., and we gods generally put your requests under spam filter
case 3: You wake up from the dream and think... "i guess the dream was good... but, what was the dream.. i just could not recall it"
analysis: Life's slightly going on the bad side of the road, but you revel in the sight of the good side of it. You live with aims, aspirations, dreams to realise, work hard, over perform, work over time, say "no time dear" to your gurlie, manage to be the pillion rider, watch a movie every now and then to escape from the reality and pray for better comforts in life. Your prayers are justified and we gods make a "pareto analysis" and realise 20% of your dreams that give you 80% happiness
case 4: You wake up from the dream and think... "These days i don't get any dreams... what's wrong with this bed"
analysis: Idiot! there is nothing wrong with the bed. Everything's wrong with your life. you are slipping into the abyss' of sorrows. Now rush immediately to a temple/mosque/church/watever nearby and pray. These are the people still searching for a job, searching for a girl friend, day-dreaming past their stop in the local train, lying at home to get money, free-riding the parties and talking to themselves. They want an immediate transition from an auto-puller to a merc owner, from a kite-flier to an astronaut. Their requests and dreams are too exorbiant which pisses us and therefore we might just give them enuf to push them up to those of type 3. if you can remeber the quote "Athigaa asapade magavadu, athigaa avesapadey adadhi sukhapadinattu charithralo ledhu" which tranlates to "A man who wishes for more and an woman who is aggresssive is never happy throughout history" and we gods created this history!
case 5: You wake up from your dream and think.. "Fuck! what kind of a dream was that.. man, i can't sleep with such dreams.. shit!"
analysis: you are one fucked up soul, trapped in some fucked up circumstances in some fucked up place in this world. we gods can do nothing to get you out of this mess. Do something on your own (if you can) and switch to the above level and then we can do something. otherwise! commit suicide and come here. sorry boss! we just can't help you
ps: we gods never use the f-word so frequently in general, but this is one fucked up case
conclusion: The above five case can happen to any person at any time at any phase of his life and they keep on changing from one phase to another.
I've been like in 3 out of 5 cases in the last one year
Whatever, finally i've got a reason to praise the gods... Amazing index dudes... you rock!!
For ages, measuring happiness has been one of the major challenges for gods. They've been drowned with requests with each devotee asking for more happiness. The gods are confused on how to distribute the limited happiness to the unlimited desires of the unlimited population. So, the gods decided on a metric to measure the happiness of a person and invented the concept of dream.
so, the gods would install this new version of dream.exe into every new human they create. This concept worked wonders for them. Though the generation, visualisation and interpretation of this concept is highly complex the crux of it and the report generated are very simple. Let's see how the dream analysis goes (in gods own words)
case 1: You wake up from the dream and think.. "oh man! what a dream, aaah... i wish i could continue this dream" and slip back into the dreams with a hope to continue and 'holy fuck! the dream continues....'
analysis: dude! your life can't get any better... you are now in the best phase of your life and cling on to this phase as long as you can.. make minimum or no changes to it becoz believe me! any change would only make your life worse... you have all the free time with you, all the spirits on the high, angels on the song, sexy girl friends on the bed, dads bank balance in crores, class toppers without studying and what not... never ever ask for more... your life is one happy dream!! stay in it the way you are! To be frank, at times, we gods envy you!
case 2: You wake up from the dream and think... "aaah.. nice dream!, ok.. nice start for the day!"
analysis: You are the good definition of a happy life. you have got most of what you've dreamt of and what you've prayed for. you've got a nice job, decent acads, good-looking girl friends, nice restaurants to eat, a pulsar to commute... you just don't ask for more but secretly in your closet pray for a better job, a honda city a sexy chick etc., and we gods generally put your requests under spam filter
case 3: You wake up from the dream and think... "i guess the dream was good... but, what was the dream.. i just could not recall it"
analysis: Life's slightly going on the bad side of the road, but you revel in the sight of the good side of it. You live with aims, aspirations, dreams to realise, work hard, over perform, work over time, say "no time dear" to your gurlie, manage to be the pillion rider, watch a movie every now and then to escape from the reality and pray for better comforts in life. Your prayers are justified and we gods make a "pareto analysis" and realise 20% of your dreams that give you 80% happiness
case 4: You wake up from the dream and think... "These days i don't get any dreams... what's wrong with this bed"
analysis: Idiot! there is nothing wrong with the bed. Everything's wrong with your life. you are slipping into the abyss' of sorrows. Now rush immediately to a temple/mosque/church/watever nearby and pray. These are the people still searching for a job, searching for a girl friend, day-dreaming past their stop in the local train, lying at home to get money, free-riding the parties and talking to themselves. They want an immediate transition from an auto-puller to a merc owner, from a kite-flier to an astronaut. Their requests and dreams are too exorbiant which pisses us and therefore we might just give them enuf to push them up to those of type 3. if you can remeber the quote "Athigaa asapade magavadu, athigaa avesapadey adadhi sukhapadinattu charithralo ledhu" which tranlates to "A man who wishes for more and an woman who is aggresssive is never happy throughout history" and we gods created this history!
case 5: You wake up from your dream and think.. "Fuck! what kind of a dream was that.. man, i can't sleep with such dreams.. shit!"
analysis: you are one fucked up soul, trapped in some fucked up circumstances in some fucked up place in this world. we gods can do nothing to get you out of this mess. Do something on your own (if you can) and switch to the above level and then we can do something. otherwise! commit suicide and come here. sorry boss! we just can't help you
ps: we gods never use the f-word so frequently in general, but this is one fucked up case
conclusion: The above five case can happen to any person at any time at any phase of his life and they keep on changing from one phase to another.
I've been like in 3 out of 5 cases in the last one year
Whatever, finally i've got a reason to praise the gods... Amazing index dudes... you rock!!
Defining despotism (the counter-strike way)
"The world is full of despos, despos and more despos" - A despo :P
I am talking about those suresh's, rahul's and chris's who think/dream/talk/read/write/see/hear/act/behave/joke/sense girls, girls and only girls...
Being more of a CS despo than a suresh/rahul/chris kinda despo i'd love to compare these people with some of the guns that we guys have. This comparision's gonna be the way "the gun that suits each kind of despo"..
NO prior CS knowledge?
skip this post
if you know that CS is counter strike and not computer science?
-live!!! live!!! live!!!-
Schmidt scout: My favourite gun and my type of despos :P... Too shameless to confess, but true! These are the good guys who just play for the love of the game. They think that they are royal snipers despite their muscle and mental prowess being quite limited. They don't change their persona for a few targets. They just want some one like them to closely pass their way so that they could fire into their hearts. They camp at a nice place, carefully choose their targets and double zoom to concentrate on one target at a time and they believe in their inexisting abilities to do so; therefore end up missing the target that was taken away by one or the other types which are yet to be explained! real "idiots" man!
Machine gun: These are exactly the suresh/rahul/chris types... These are generally found all around the place. Any where in this world, out of the next 5 "other sexes" you encounter, 4 of them are machine guns... These guys have extraordinary vision and terriffic capabilities. They just spam around all their "show offable" traits and for sure, for sure they'll get a good number of targets. The irony in this case is that every target believes that the "machine gunner" didn't spam despite seeing the machine gun in his hand.. As soon as the round is over, these guys start up respamming and this vicious cycle continues. real despos man!
Glock: These are the people who have nothing in them, but still want to heart-shot every woman. It's ok to use a glock in round1 and being a glock in class 10, but when everyone's using magnum's and maverick's, these people still run around the arena's with glocks only to be ignored by team-mates and opponents alike! poor chaps..Alas! god bless their glocks! :P
Deagle: These are the guys who have amazing talent, but this is not just their game, they knew they can take their targets down if they back their deagle with a magnum, but they just don't give a damn!! cool guys these.. real cool maan!
Mavericks and AK's: If 4 out of 5 are machine guns, these constitute the remaining one out of 5. These are the "boy in the neighborhoods" who concentrate real hard on few school/college/neighborhood long time sweethearts and generally end up realising their dreams. "limited prowess, limited but multiple targets, sheer hard work" is their motto...man, i love their love-stories!! :D
Magnum Sniper Rifle: Make way! the gods have arrived... The most powerful/sexy/intellectual genius'. Yes, they are the gods and make their way from any distance. Amazing capabilities, sexy targets and bang! they got them... I pray them boss! pray them!! (and secretly dream to own a magnum one day)
--------------------- End of round -------------------
--------------- Now, which gun's you?? ---------------
I am talking about those suresh's, rahul's and chris's who think/dream/talk/read/write/see/hear/act/behave/joke/sense girls, girls and only girls...
Being more of a CS despo than a suresh/rahul/chris kinda despo i'd love to compare these people with some of the guns that we guys have. This comparision's gonna be the way "the gun that suits each kind of despo"..
NO prior CS knowledge?
skip this post
if you know that CS is counter strike and not computer science?
-live!!! live!!! live!!!-
Schmidt scout: My favourite gun and my type of despos :P... Too shameless to confess, but true! These are the good guys who just play for the love of the game. They think that they are royal snipers despite their muscle and mental prowess being quite limited. They don't change their persona for a few targets. They just want some one like them to closely pass their way so that they could fire into their hearts. They camp at a nice place, carefully choose their targets and double zoom to concentrate on one target at a time and they believe in their inexisting abilities to do so; therefore end up missing the target that was taken away by one or the other types which are yet to be explained! real "idiots" man!
Machine gun: These are exactly the suresh/rahul/chris types... These are generally found all around the place. Any where in this world, out of the next 5 "other sexes" you encounter, 4 of them are machine guns... These guys have extraordinary vision and terriffic capabilities. They just spam around all their "show offable" traits and for sure, for sure they'll get a good number of targets. The irony in this case is that every target believes that the "machine gunner" didn't spam despite seeing the machine gun in his hand.. As soon as the round is over, these guys start up respamming and this vicious cycle continues. real despos man!
Glock: These are the people who have nothing in them, but still want to heart-shot every woman. It's ok to use a glock in round1 and being a glock in class 10, but when everyone's using magnum's and maverick's, these people still run around the arena's with glocks only to be ignored by team-mates and opponents alike! poor chaps..Alas! god bless their glocks! :P
Deagle: These are the guys who have amazing talent, but this is not just their game, they knew they can take their targets down if they back their deagle with a magnum, but they just don't give a damn!! cool guys these.. real cool maan!
Mavericks and AK's: If 4 out of 5 are machine guns, these constitute the remaining one out of 5. These are the "boy in the neighborhoods" who concentrate real hard on few school/college/neighborhood long time sweethearts and generally end up realising their dreams. "limited prowess, limited but multiple targets, sheer hard work" is their motto...man, i love their love-stories!! :D
Magnum Sniper Rifle: Make way! the gods have arrived... The most powerful/sexy/intellectual genius'. Yes, they are the gods and make their way from any distance. Amazing capabilities, sexy targets and bang! they got them... I pray them boss! pray them!! (and secretly dream to own a magnum one day)
--------------------- End of round -------------------
--------------- Now, which gun's you?? ---------------
Saturday, May 10, 2008
________'s that are always in shortage (and their consequences)
- Change with the bus conductor at early morning 5'o clock
(have to get down the bus and wait for another 20min for a bus with a conductor having enuf change for a 20 rupee note)
- girls in our cabin (this is a case of "absolute drought").. so this has to be rephrased as girls in our office
(liked only one, took one month to realise that she has a twin sister (younger version) working in the same company, who incidentally is interested in me, while i am interested in the elder version.. ended up complicating my life more than a normal bolly/tolly wood movie)
- Time to have breakfast or lunch or either one of them..
(It's been exactly a month since i had breakfast or lunch or either during a week day... sleeping at 7 A.M, waking at 5 P.M)
- Methods to waste time when it's abundant
- Time to waste when there are abundant ways
- Complex logics when they are actually needed
- Sensible people when logics get complex
- Words and or flow when i start to blog
- Comments after i have posted my blog
(have to get down the bus and wait for another 20min for a bus with a conductor having enuf change for a 20 rupee note)
- girls in our cabin (this is a case of "absolute drought").. so this has to be rephrased as girls in our office
(liked only one, took one month to realise that she has a twin sister (younger version) working in the same company, who incidentally is interested in me, while i am interested in the elder version.. ended up complicating my life more than a normal bolly/tolly wood movie)
- Time to have breakfast or lunch or either one of them..
(It's been exactly a month since i had breakfast or lunch or either during a week day... sleeping at 7 A.M, waking at 5 P.M)
- Methods to waste time when it's abundant
- Time to waste when there are abundant ways
- Complex logics when they are actually needed
- Sensible people when logics get complex
- Words and or flow when i start to blog
- Comments after i have posted my blog
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Real love letter to a virtual lover...
Life's crawling at the pace of a bullock cart
till the day my poem touched your heart
oh! my love, my dearest sweetheart
ours is the deepest of loves and us no one can part
Life's as passive as the booking counter queue
till i realized that my dream girl's you
Oh! my love, my gorgeous beau
Ours is the strongest bond sealed with love
Life's dead like the silence at midnight
till u flashed into it with a love light
and filled it with happiness so bright
from now on there is no more need for me to diet
which i've been doing to get the one that suits me right
Life's numb like the linkin park song
till this moment, which i waited for so long
to give away my heart to where it belong
now i realised that waiting for long is not wrong
as waiting only makes the love-bond strong
but i beg of you, please don't prolong
till the day my poem touched your heart
oh! my love, my dearest sweetheart
ours is the deepest of loves and us no one can part
Life's as passive as the booking counter queue
till i realized that my dream girl's you
Oh! my love, my gorgeous beau
Ours is the strongest bond sealed with love
Life's dead like the silence at midnight
till u flashed into it with a love light
and filled it with happiness so bright
from now on there is no more need for me to diet
which i've been doing to get the one that suits me right
Life's numb like the linkin park song
till this moment, which i waited for so long
to give away my heart to where it belong
now i realised that waiting for long is not wrong
as waiting only makes the love-bond strong
but i beg of you, please don't prolong
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Waiting for bus @ 5 A.M
I stand there waiting for the bus
humming an old song of rasmus
I stand there in a formal dress
that didn't even have a proper press
I stand there in the mid of the night
putting up with sleep a hard fight
I stand there carrying all my extra weight
which stays despite my inconsistent diet
I stand there thinking of the day
and the future plans for this may
I stand there dreaming of my pay
that'd at least cover expenses on my way
I stand there amidst the frightening dog's bark
after doing a hard night's work
I stand there after working like a clerk
without receiving the normal perk
Then i take the bus, come back home, write this and sleep
(Too sleepy to get the above statement rhyming to give the finishing touch ... adjust naaa)
humming an old song of rasmus
I stand there in a formal dress
that didn't even have a proper press
I stand there in the mid of the night
putting up with sleep a hard fight
I stand there carrying all my extra weight
which stays despite my inconsistent diet
I stand there thinking of the day
and the future plans for this may
I stand there dreaming of my pay
that'd at least cover expenses on my way
I stand there amidst the frightening dog's bark
after doing a hard night's work
I stand there after working like a clerk
without receiving the normal perk
Then i take the bus, come back home, write this and sleep
(Too sleepy to get the above statement rhyming to give the finishing touch ... adjust naaa)
Sunday, April 20, 2008
In search of lazieness
The blog below this, titled "In search of happieness" sounded too philosophical from some cartoon like me.. so this one's an attempt to mock my own philosophy in my own lazy way..
readers are advised to read this blog after reading the one below, titled "In search of happieness"
One day, i wake up to find myself still sleepy
eyes continue to burn and body feels restless
i fail to see my image in the mirror
and i loathe to stay awake in this dynamic reality
It was a very happy virtuality till an hour back
suddenly there's sunlight and activity all around
as i am kicked out of my great deep sleep
i venture out in search of it's close substitute
i sit there on the same bed on which i slept
motionless, speechless and emotionless
some would say that i am a big fat ass
while others would praise me as cool and calm
i continue to sit there on my bed with a sleepy brain
amongst the stacked piles of clothes
and the racks of books waiting to be opened
i see the same people and the same room all the time
without any movement and without any work
i sit there on the bed and watch as people come and go
people come, does their daily activities and go back
the cycle of daily chores that always repeats
sorry guyses and galses... i am too lazie to continue any further with this..
i say to all of you, lazieness is a great virtue, idiot!! never ever shun it ;)
readers are advised to read this blog after reading the one below, titled "In search of happieness"
One day, i wake up to find myself still sleepy
eyes continue to burn and body feels restless
i fail to see my image in the mirror
and i loathe to stay awake in this dynamic reality
It was a very happy virtuality till an hour back
suddenly there's sunlight and activity all around
as i am kicked out of my great deep sleep
i venture out in search of it's close substitute
i sit there on the same bed on which i slept
motionless, speechless and emotionless
some would say that i am a big fat ass
while others would praise me as cool and calm
i continue to sit there on my bed with a sleepy brain
amongst the stacked piles of clothes
and the racks of books waiting to be opened
i see the same people and the same room all the time
without any movement and without any work
i sit there on the bed and watch as people come and go
people come, does their daily activities and go back
the cycle of daily chores that always repeats
sorry guyses and galses... i am too lazie to continue any further with this..
i say to all of you, lazieness is a great virtue, idiot!! never ever shun it ;)
In search of happieness
One day i woke up to find myself totally lost
something seems to be different from yesterday
i see that the face in the mirror is not mine
i come to know that the world has changed
it was a very happy world till yesterday
suddenly there's darkness all over
i venture out in search of happieness
a long odyssey in search of yesterday's utopia
I go to every person whom i had known
inquiring if they had seen where the world has gone
some would say that time has abducted it
while other's would laugh off as if nothing has happened
I continue to search in the dark with a ray of hope
i search amongst the stacked piles of memories
and within the racks of the future plans
i go to new places and ask strange questions
without an answer and without much hope left
i sit there on a beach and watch the waves rise and fall
each wave rises to the peak and crashes to the shore
it's the natural cycle of ups and downs that repeats
i wonder if the waves had an answer to my question
may be it's the cycle of the world that changes
but the essence of happieness in it remains the same
we are happy one day and sad the next day
it's the natural cycle that ought to repeat
failing to rise back from sorrows drowns you in the depths
the depths of gloom, sorrow and darkness
the wave inspired a new life of happieness
it's the same world now, the same happy world
everything's the same, the memories, the present, the future
everything's bright and shiny again today
happieness is just the perspective, idiot!!
something seems to be different from yesterday
i see that the face in the mirror is not mine
i come to know that the world has changed
it was a very happy world till yesterday
suddenly there's darkness all over
i venture out in search of happieness
a long odyssey in search of yesterday's utopia
I go to every person whom i had known
inquiring if they had seen where the world has gone
some would say that time has abducted it
while other's would laugh off as if nothing has happened
I continue to search in the dark with a ray of hope
i search amongst the stacked piles of memories
and within the racks of the future plans
i go to new places and ask strange questions
without an answer and without much hope left
i sit there on a beach and watch the waves rise and fall
each wave rises to the peak and crashes to the shore
it's the natural cycle of ups and downs that repeats
i wonder if the waves had an answer to my question
may be it's the cycle of the world that changes
but the essence of happieness in it remains the same
we are happy one day and sad the next day
it's the natural cycle that ought to repeat
failing to rise back from sorrows drowns you in the depths
the depths of gloom, sorrow and darkness
the wave inspired a new life of happieness
it's the same world now, the same happy world
everything's the same, the memories, the present, the future
everything's bright and shiny again today
happieness is just the perspective, idiot!!
exam blues.. from nursery to mba
1) puneet, puneet, yes papa
reading for exams, no papa
portion finished, no papa
open your book, ha ha ha
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2) exam syllabus:
1,2 are not taught to you
3,4 are like a folklore
5,6 i need some one to fix
7,8 i can't finish this night
9,10 i will copy from alan
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3) exam, exam go away
don't come again another day
mighty puneet wants to hibernate
exam, exam go away
reading for exams, no papa
portion finished, no papa
open your book, ha ha ha
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2) exam syllabus:
1,2 are not taught to you
3,4 are like a folklore
5,6 i need some one to fix
7,8 i can't finish this night
9,10 i will copy from alan
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3) exam, exam go away
don't come again another day
mighty puneet wants to hibernate
exam, exam go away
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Valentine day blues...
I dream with my eyes wide open
My heart beats faster in anticipation
My lips tremble with pessimism
My ears hear an inexistent music
as i feel the happiness all around me
suddenly, I wake up without willing to
My heart forgets its beat
the tremble is no more on the lips
and the surroundings are full of silence
and i oppose to accept to face the reality
The reality of coming out of a dream
the reality of being a loner
The reality of me as only me without you
for you are just a mirage
who just plays hide and seek with me
who fails to see my heart
for in your company is
when i could fly by a merry flight round the world
and when i would walk the happy mile
for you are just a dream
a happy dream, a very happy dream
a dream that i never wanted to end
for you are the reason
why my heart continues to find its rhythm
and why the sun continues to shine in the east for me
for you are a dreamland
where i have been a wanderer day and night
where the bridge to utopia is built
for you are my life
which is void till yesterday
which has a new meaning after several years of existence
My heart beats faster in anticipation
My lips tremble with pessimism
My ears hear an inexistent music
as i feel the happiness all around me
suddenly, I wake up without willing to
My heart forgets its beat
the tremble is no more on the lips
and the surroundings are full of silence
and i oppose to accept to face the reality
The reality of coming out of a dream
the reality of being a loner
The reality of me as only me without you
for you are just a mirage
who just plays hide and seek with me
who fails to see my heart
for in your company is
when i could fly by a merry flight round the world
and when i would walk the happy mile
for you are just a dream
a happy dream, a very happy dream
a dream that i never wanted to end
for you are the reason
why my heart continues to find its rhythm
and why the sun continues to shine in the east for me
for you are a dreamland
where i have been a wanderer day and night
where the bridge to utopia is built
for you are my life
which is void till yesterday
which has a new meaning after several years of existence
Saturday, January 26, 2008
the hibernation continues....
The poet inside me just woke up after a long spell of hibernation, penned some rhyming crap (as usual) and went back into hibernation (again!!)
It's all about mastering the art
of sleeping the day in and out
every work you'd gleefully dart
just to have that extra sleepy bout
vedas talk about the moksha state
where u'd be the detached being
hibernation would cause you the same fate
as it means sleeping sleeping and only sleeping
forgotten were the schedules
and the unavoidable commitments
as you dream of sitting in the rocky dunes
scribbing a poem or two over the parchments
forget the v and e assignment
at max would be lost a mark and a grade
more luxurious would be the bed confinement
for sleep, marks and grades can be an easy trade
soon u'd wake up under the influences
of having felt over-abundant joy and mirth,
having just experienced the greatest of confluences
and having created the anamonly of moksha and rebirth
It's all about mastering the art
of sleeping the day in and out
every work you'd gleefully dart
just to have that extra sleepy bout
vedas talk about the moksha state
where u'd be the detached being
hibernation would cause you the same fate
as it means sleeping sleeping and only sleeping
forgotten were the schedules
and the unavoidable commitments
as you dream of sitting in the rocky dunes
scribbing a poem or two over the parchments
forget the v and e assignment
at max would be lost a mark and a grade
more luxurious would be the bed confinement
for sleep, marks and grades can be an easy trade
soon u'd wake up under the influences
of having felt over-abundant joy and mirth,
having just experienced the greatest of confluences
and having created the anamonly of moksha and rebirth
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The memory collector
went to college for our convocation... felt #@$%!@#%^&#!@#$% that i was missing the good old days....
The auto started off with a "duk... tuk.. putuk... duk.. duk" sound. As the driver was about to move on, i halted him... "bhayya ek minute", i got out of the auto took out my phone, took one last pic of my college, a tear from the left eye almost spoiled the display on the phone and the auto moved. As we reached ellis bridge (a place mid-way) between our college and railway station, i recalled the day when we left the college, the day when i finally broke down into tears after trying desperately for half an hour to control them and consoled others (the first, last and probably the only time i had to cry at daiict). There were other times when i dropped a tear or two... that was when i was applauded like crazy for saving a penalty against seniors, when we made the dobbudu video etc., ... but those were tears of happiness and delight, now i cried because i am afraid, i am scared, i am pessimistic.afraid, scared and pessimistic that nothing on this earth, ever could be even close to as good as it was in daiict. Just the day before leaving i went into my old room. No one was inside it and the room was wide open. I went inside and was shocked to see my room so clean. It was never used to be so clean. I could hear my room say "puneet, i miss u, i miss your mismanagment, i miss the long sollu sessions, i miss the gaming nightouts, i miss the hohohohoho laughs, i miss the week long hibernations". I silently replied "me, too" and then slept on my ex-bed. It felt so good. i tried to capture the feelings of comfort, happiness, drowsiness i felt for four years on that very bed in a photo as i slept on my bed but only the chair and table could be captured while the feeling of nostalgia is the only thing that remains with me... and it remains forever. As they say "old habits die hard", i forgot my phone under the bed and only after 2 hours did i realise that... i silently laughed at myself, recalled the good old days when i misplaced my phone under my bed every now and then and then silently moved on with life. I am forced to. Now i lay on my new bed with a thicker blanket but the old comfort was missing. My taste buds could still feel the taste of chicken lollipop in alpha and i can still smell the nauseating snakey's room and hear the hohohoho laugh of taraka. But i knew all this is but virtual reality and some day i have to come out of the into the present real world. i don't want to come.. but i have to and i did come back to reality!! huh!!
The auto started off with a "duk... tuk.. putuk... duk.. duk" sound. As the driver was about to move on, i halted him... "bhayya ek minute", i got out of the auto took out my phone, took one last pic of my college, a tear from the left eye almost spoiled the display on the phone and the auto moved. As we reached ellis bridge (a place mid-way) between our college and railway station, i recalled the day when we left the college, the day when i finally broke down into tears after trying desperately for half an hour to control them and consoled others (the first, last and probably the only time i had to cry at daiict). There were other times when i dropped a tear or two... that was when i was applauded like crazy for saving a penalty against seniors, when we made the dobbudu video etc., ... but those were tears of happiness and delight, now i cried because i am afraid, i am scared, i am pessimistic.afraid, scared and pessimistic that nothing on this earth, ever could be even close to as good as it was in daiict. Just the day before leaving i went into my old room. No one was inside it and the room was wide open. I went inside and was shocked to see my room so clean. It was never used to be so clean. I could hear my room say "puneet, i miss u, i miss your mismanagment, i miss the long sollu sessions, i miss the gaming nightouts, i miss the hohohohoho laughs, i miss the week long hibernations". I silently replied "me, too" and then slept on my ex-bed. It felt so good. i tried to capture the feelings of comfort, happiness, drowsiness i felt for four years on that very bed in a photo as i slept on my bed but only the chair and table could be captured while the feeling of nostalgia is the only thing that remains with me... and it remains forever. As they say "old habits die hard", i forgot my phone under the bed and only after 2 hours did i realise that... i silently laughed at myself, recalled the good old days when i misplaced my phone under my bed every now and then and then silently moved on with life. I am forced to. Now i lay on my new bed with a thicker blanket but the old comfort was missing. My taste buds could still feel the taste of chicken lollipop in alpha and i can still smell the nauseating snakey's room and hear the hohohoho laugh of taraka. But i knew all this is but virtual reality and some day i have to come out of the into the present real world. i don't want to come.. but i have to and i did come back to reality!! huh!!
Saturday, December 29, 2007
The art of hibernation
hibernation: defined as 'the act OR RATHER THE ART of retiring into inactivity;
ever wondered how to master this art of hibernation:
here is the 5-step model that acts as a complete idiot's guide to perfect hibernation:
a) choose a freeezing environment!
b) buy a nice thick razai (comforter)
c) have nothing in your mind except a single motto
d) the motto should be "sleep, chat, do something, do nothing, but don't come out of the bed"
e) don't let your mind to work, put it to complete and perfect sleeep!!
THERE u go... follow these steps with utmost determination and dedication and you are assured to acheive the highest levels of comfort mankind could ever experience.
ps: The author has received a diploma with gold medal in practicing and teaching this art! He also has 4 years of experience in this field and is an active promoter of this art!! Right now he just came out of hibernation after 7 days and is posting his experience in this post :P
for more detailed and customised hibernation guide call him, or scrap him.... :D
ps to daiictians: once psr wrote a similar post on hairloss n he got replies asking him if he was a hair specialist.. so me too trying to promote my new startup on lines of ravishankar's "the art of living" ... hope i would get lotsa similar replies.... :P
ever wondered how to master this art of hibernation:
here is the 5-step model that acts as a complete idiot's guide to perfect hibernation:
a) choose a freeezing environment!
b) buy a nice thick razai (comforter)
c) have nothing in your mind except a single motto
d) the motto should be "sleep, chat, do something, do nothing, but don't come out of the bed"
e) don't let your mind to work, put it to complete and perfect sleeep!!
THERE u go... follow these steps with utmost determination and dedication and you are assured to acheive the highest levels of comfort mankind could ever experience.
ps: The author has received a diploma with gold medal in practicing and teaching this art! He also has 4 years of experience in this field and is an active promoter of this art!! Right now he just came out of hibernation after 7 days and is posting his experience in this post :P
for more detailed and customised hibernation guide call him, or scrap him.... :D
ps to daiictians: once psr wrote a similar post on hairloss n he got replies asking him if he was a hair specialist.. so me too trying to promote my new startup on lines of ravishankar's "the art of living" ... hope i would get lotsa similar replies.... :P
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