A Girl I know

A girl I know

Have you ever met a gal who can just grasp your intentions, by a flick?

Have you ever known anyone who can be a friend, a guide to your life holding your hand so firm, which makes you realize that no one else could make you feel as safe as you are with her.

Have you known someone so special, who when smiles makes you feel that nothing else looks that pretty as her.

Have you know anyone, who is a soul so pure and beautiful, which no man must ever lose by any chance, because her love for you is insatiable.

Have you known a gal who can take all your stress by having a conversation so small yet making the exact impact on you which makes you feel relieved?

Have you ever met anyone who when around, you just have one thing in mind, why does time run so fast and hope you had it in control.

Have you ever met anyone so childish yet so firm in her decisions who can be such a strong person at times and be a lady who needs you to be there for her as a shoulder to lay on in times of her emotional trauma.

Have you ever met a gal who loves you to an extent which no would have, no one would do and no one can, for her love is not about staying close and surrounded with expectations, but her love is to be felt in the fresh breeze which comes down on sunny morning, and thy for her love is unexplainable.

Have you ever met that gal, you would not have met her because this gal is for that one man of her dreams, and no one else could know her as better as me because I have met her, for not just like any other man passing by the street, A man whom she thought to be with whole of her life.

If you see her from my eyes you would know how beautiful she is and how pure she is

And the gal is ………………………….. “A man’s Dream”…………….

                   From a man

                                                                 To a Woman

WAQT NAHI

   Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein,

Par Ek Hansi Ke Liye Waqt Nahi. 

Din Raat Daudti Duniya Mein,

Zindagi Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

  Maa Ki Loree Ka Ehsaas To Hai,

Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi

. Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,

Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

  Saare Naam Mobile Mein Hain, 

Par Dosti Ke Lye Waqt Nahi

Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,

Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

  Aankhon Me Hai Neend Badee, 

Par Sone Ka Waqt Nahi.

Dil Hai Ghamon Se Bhara Hua,

Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.  

Paison ki Daud Me Aise Daude, 

Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,

Jab Apane Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Tu Hi Bata E Zindagi,

Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,

Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,

Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi…….

Love spell=Spark + Magic ??

There was this talk going on in one of our extra-curricular sessions about 'RELATIONSHIPS'.
Well, a few talked about their friends and the kind of relationships they'd had in their past and the regular crap. And then rose a gentleman amongst us and started talking about spark, magic and all that. The obscureness in his speech interested me to a good deal and moreover I strongly agreed with what he told.

This is what he told[in my own words of what I could perceive] "All may tell the various reasons for their love, and why they liked their friends, but the fact is that there’s always this spark, or hidden magic that attracts people and make them fall in love or even friendship. The magic strings each other and builds the bond." [Seemed he'd been hit by a thunderbolt like what happened to Michael Corleone due to Appollonia Vitelli in Godfather ;)] And the person who was heading the conference did not agree with him[Of course he was counselor or somebody, he's by far older than us and could easily get the dig of what the youth think] OK be that as it may...

I believe that its true to some extent[out of a personal experience happened long back ;)], you may fall just like that, what happens at that time is that, once they’re attracted, everything starts to seem more than perfect. You get blinded by the spark and you don't often see the flaws.

Okay, let's take the example of beauty [I'm not against beauty or handsomeness, I do enjoy and relish on it], the lad may be 'super-handsome' or the girl 'extremely-beautiful' but for the lack of spark, he or she maybe romantically challenged. And there are some other cases where the lad or girl may be of average looks yet the effect they have on people is highly magical.[I hope this is what he meant] All depends on how you portray yourself.

Bottom line is, people see what you show them. They can't peep into whats going on on your minds. So the way you do things tell a lot about you. Thus we shouldn't expect people to speculate and guess what you want them to guess, it won’t happen. The thing is a relationship can start with that spark or momentary fancy but to endure for a longer term that certainly has to be fed with enough love and care.

On that day I too was called to talk, but I made a fool of myself by gibbering something which meant nothing to me.[ *Ugh* What was I doing??!!??]

P.S- This post may not clearly communicate the message, because I've scrambled it with my lame words. And I didn't generalize anything.

Santhosh on first Date with PEGGY!! and RUM!!!

Peggy: The waitress looks gorgeous in that Saree isnt she??
Santhosh: No, She looks good, But you are a BombShell
Peggy: You are very naughty, Can you order something please Santhu...
SAnthosh:Yo  Manager, Can you ask the lady what she would like to order???
Peggy: A glass of Wine and Bottle of Rum for my play boy.
Santhosh: Ya i have played a lot.
Peggy: Oh!! My Lord, i love you For this..
Santhosh After 11 pegs with Peggy:
Santhosh: ok Peggy, CAn i park the lorry in the shed !!
Peggy: What ???
Santhosh : CAn WE have Sex in my apartment ??
PEGGY: How Dare you ask me that on our  first date !!!


This is What happens, when too much of Alchohol is consumed!!

LIFE!!!

Whenever, Wherever, Whatever
What is life all about? Is it about you, me, him, her, or them? Is it about hatred, tragedy, chaos, sadness, or mush madness? Is it about honor, reputation, or defeat? Or is life all about finding our mission in life that is to be happy?

We human beings are unappreciative and decisive about illogical things. We tend to focus more on what is unimportant and not necessary than to our basics. We humans are disgusted of what we have in the present because of the great obsession in what we desire to acquire in the distant future. We humans corrupt our spirits in the sense of killing it slowly in time when we subconsciously commit intentional mistakes. We repeatedly lie, cheat and steal, we always sin, we always do, with widely opened eyes. We human beings are guilty of having too much attachment to the world and forgetting the essence of life, that our lives are sacred, it is a blessing.

We see the world we are surviving in as cold and empty, full of hardship and struggles. But it really is not. They say that only children can see the beauty of the world. That’s why they say that if you are child-like, you are pathetic. The truth is children are the ones who are free and happy because they see the real world, not the reality some are implementing to us. They appreciate the blessing of God that is showered all over and upon us and didn’t let them scatter on the ground. Those child-likes are not blind and not closing their eyes to see the embarrassing truth that we humans, for all of these generations, we lived in a colossal lie. A lie that the world is like us, that as we grow old, we become evil. And the biggest lie that as we become exposed to the world, we lose God’s graces and gifts.
“When we look, do we see? “, the question we should ask ourselves when we want to be wise. We humans are gifted by God with intellect and free will to decide and to choose. Therefore, humans should not only know but also understand. It is not enough that we are here breathing but we should live. Not only do we exist but also we need to contribute and not be a waste of space.
We have a very long journey ahead of us. There would be plenty of intersections and detours as we keep moving forward. We would be constantly ending and starting boulevards and avenues. We would be flowing with the current of change. We would be injured by every fall and stumble yet will be healed by the light. We would discover and we would create. We could be who we should be but never forget why we are here, living, surviving, and existing, it is because of God loves us and that He would always will despite of intentional hurting of Him with our sins. Always remember that whenever, wherever, whatever circumstances you are in, God’s grace will be upon you. God bless you!
(I'm not a preacher, I just see when I look)

Love

LOVE. Love is ?. That's normal for all love freaks. They'll all say, love is like a rosary full of mysteries, etc. But for me, love is the perfect gift you'll have in your life. Love for family, friends, special someone, nature and other stuff. Its like the raw material for your finished product, because as we always say, You cannot do something if you cannot learn to love. This is something all teens get crazy about.

People always believe in love, even murderers, robbers even lucifer knows how.

So, for all people that don't believe in love, look back again, think, and have a seat. RECALL. REMEMBER.

I'm not angel trainee flonne that do everything for love, but i admit that I'm a love freak, love fanatic or whatever you want to call that, And its because I'm here, because of one thing, one single thing.

LOVE.

"Reserving Muslim Vote "

Issue of Reservation, "Reserving Muslim Vote",   A question to all of my frnds is Reservation just a showman ship for Vote Banlk Politics", and a statement made by Owasi that he needs reservation on the basis of SC/ST,  where the Quran actually says "All Muslims are equal", nothing to confront but when such silly points are made just for the sake of Votes during elections, all these politicians come up with these type of issues and try dividing the people who all are working hard for themselves and living in unity.
We all must be united and not be diverted by these politicians and reservations should be given not on the basis of "Religion",  but on the basis of economy of a person.

Would like to have your Comments on this...
All be One!!

~~The Imperfect Society~~

There was a time when I thought about what a perfect society should be like; I still do sometimes. Eventually, there were two painful realizations: First, there probably isn't such a thing as a perfect society, even in theory. Second, even if there is, I don't live in one.

Wham!!

For years I kept thinking over the wrong question, seeking the non-existent Utopia... because it was the easy thing to do. Just hide away from the world, sit alone in your room and work out your own version of a Republic. Convenient. Except you can't hide forever. Sooner or later, no matter how individualistic you may be in ideology, you realize that there are lives attached to you. Sticky organic lives, which you can't tear apart without bleeding yourself. I was suddenly thrown into the whole mess unprepared. What is a guy, whose head is full of potential blueprints for a perfect society, supposed to do when he is forced to live in an imperfect society?

Wham!!

Suddenly all those 'lesser mortals' appeared more well-adjusted to live in this world, because they had never asked the question "What is Utopia?". They had never sought a higher world, and had learned to live in this one. I had sought a higher world, and I learned to live in none. So, it was after the realization that I began to ask myself the question: "How should one live in an imperfect society?" This is the question that matters. How should you compromise between what you think is right and what the society expects you to do? What should you do when you don't even know what's right? What values to keep, what values to sacrifice? Perhaps this requires what we call 'sense of judgment', 'wisdom'. And wisdom cannot be codified and systematized.

We cannot suddenly radically transform a society; nor can we create a society out of nothing. We have to work with what we have got, and what we have got is a small but significant sphere of influence. Your very own micro-cosmos: that tiny little world where you can make your own decisions, where you can speak your mind, where you can be yourself, where you can influence others. This could be just you and your best friend. This could be your Facebook life. This could be your blog.

Find your micro-cosmos. Use it to start a ripple of change. You cannot build a perfect society, but you can try to build your life, whatever you can, as much as you can. Be yourself because a life is more convincing than an argument.

~~Lets Have a thought process over Love~~

The cheesiness implied in the title drew your attention didn't it?Well that was the purpose anyway since Blogger seems to be suffering from CDS (Comments Deficiency Syndrome) now-a-days with few active bloggers around who care to drop by and offer their valuable feedback.
And without a reader's opinion the existence of a blogger becomes pointless.
Anyway let's come to the topic.
To all Celine Dion fans worldwide..I'm sorry to disappoint y'all but this is not about her famous album.
But in any case this post is dedicated to love.
The significance of this mere 4-lettered word weighs so heavily on my shoulders that I feel unsure about doing this topic justice.But I'll try my level-best nonetheless.

Our lives are based on need and convenience.We always hanker after the things which are worthy in our opinion.When presented with a set of options we always choose the one which suits our needs perfectly.So basically when we are getting involved with another person it's either because being with that person is the most convenient alternative available(meaning it makes us happy and/or enhances our social standing) or that person is really important in our eyes.There's little or no love involved.

This is USUALLY the case.
There is of course the situation when you feel an undeniable attraction towards a particular person and your heart pines for their company.Now would you call that love?
Maybe or maybe not.The attraction for a person stems from their good character traits or physical appearance agree or disagree.
What if the person in question loses some of those qualities?Would your feelings remain the same?-The answer to that will be fraught with uncertainties.

Think about the whole institution of arranged marriage-from matrimonial ads in a newspaper column to profiles on shaadi.com it's all about flaunting yourself and inviting the choicest of proposals.(Unpleasantly reminds one of some business deal.)Isn't all of this about making the best bet?Where is the love in that?

Some of you will opine that in such cases love sprouts after marriage like that Platinum Day of love ad depicts.But is it really true?
Maybe being with each other turns into a habit with the passage of time and the companionship of one becomes indispensable to the other.Which brings us back to square one-Need and Convenience.

About 'love relationships' one gets to see everywhere these days...the less said the better.To know what I mean by that read down.......

Have I tortured you enough at a time when love is 'supposedly' in the air?
My apologies but this is not what I had set out to do.
Denouncing love or its existence has never been my intention.How can I reject one of the fundamental truths about life?

I had a friend once-a companion,a confidante,a partner in crime.
We laughed at the ridiculousness of things,we argued over a million topics under the sun,we talked nineteen to the dozen over a drab cheese sandwich and a hot cuppa coffee.We had prolonged telephone conversations about everything and nothing,we engaged in deathly verbal battles and although rarely, we agreed with each other at times.No there was nothing lovey-dovey in this relationship.No stirrings of the so-called romantic love.

And yet I loved him....not in the way a woman loves a man but in a way one human being loves another.
I still care for him.I want him to smile and be happy.And I don't want anything in return.
Some part of my heart firmly believes that the feeling is mutual.
But we don't speak to each other anymore.One has become invisible to the other.
I can't really say what went wrong.One moment everything was fine...and in the next one everything fell apart.If you ask me what was the reason behind I won't be able to explain properly.But I fear our life-sized egos got in the way.
He would never apologize to me and I am too proud to go say a sorry to him.But we would feel what we feel from a distance.There's absolutely no hope that we'll ever make up but we continue to wish each other well.

So what do you call such a thing?a relationship devoid of any words,gestures or any kind of communication?a relationship where there are no needs or demands,no gains or losses?
I think I know what it is....a love between friends that few will understand and most will find strange.

A mother's pride in her child's achievement,a father figure silently watching over his family,an act of compassion towards a total stranger,a friend always ready to help you out in times of need-love is omnipresent in all its myriad colors.
But we are often too blind to notice.
Love exists....not to boost the sales of diamond trinkets,cards or cute teddy bears for V-day but to make life worth living.

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or
conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not
resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the
truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever
comes."-quote from Jamie's Bible in A Walk To Remember

~~Be very wary else you'll be very weary ~~

Now now, see there are a lot of things one should be wary of. But never be wary of what you can be weary. The problem basically arises when you realise that the two words are actually homonyms. Not that they're words of the same kind and indulge in sexual fantasies, no. It's basically got a lot to do with the fact that homonyms do not have anything to do with the sexual preferences. I'm sure all of you actually know the meaning of homonyms. No, it's not a colloqial way of calling out homosexual nymphs. It's homo-NYMS, and that's it. But the whole motive of me writing this remains that you forget what homonyms really mean. Homonyms are basically HOrMOnal synoNYMS. Like Testerone in men is synonymous to Oestrogen in women. This really shows my biology is terribly weak and now you're actually wary of reading any more of this. But I'm sure I'll continue till the time you're actually weary of reading this. I'm quite sure you still know the real meaning of homonyms. It really means Horticultural Momentary NY (New York) MudfighterS. Ha! You still know the meaning of homonyms. Hollywood Mallu NatYa Madarsas - It's an elite association formed in Hollywood, CA by Mallus following the religion of Islam and are from the any of the basic Indian dance families/schools like BharatNatyam, Kuchipudi, Kathak, Kathakali, etc.

Somehow I have a strange recollection of weird thoughts that tell me that we all have been discussing precisely the wrong meanings of Homonyms all this while. They're just the long form of the colloqially shortened word, 'hymns'. You actually sing homonyms to the lord. But on second and third thoughts I feel homonyms are just homonyms and we should let them be else they'll all form an assemblee and come for us with vengeance and furious anger, then take us to the hangar and dump us in an airplane and make sure we're flying on a different plane and promise us various spiritual planes and soon enough our career graphs, our ECGs will all be plain plain and our bodies found in the next lane.

Is this enough insane?

A brief guide to being a muse:
First, find a sufficiently impoverished artist. If this is not possible, a poverty-stricken writer or director or, if truly desperate, a poet will do. A typical example of this specimen has long, unkempt hair that is usually a nesting ground for various insects, small birds and – in one recorded instance in 1874 – a very frightened kangaroo. His face tends to be typically oval-shaped, unless it is round or perhaps square in which case it is not, in fact, oval. He is also conspicuous by a look of perpetual failure and a general state of sulkiness.

Second, strive to look as muse-like as possible. Try to be genetically-endowed with impossibly long legs, an exquisitely small curvy waist, voluptuous hips and goddess breasts. Remember to exhibit at all times a perpetually pained expression not unlike that of one who’s just walked past an open sewer. One is advised to grow to be a staggering 6 feet.

Refuse to wear clothes as a mark of protest against society’s obscene fascination with materialistic possessions. As one will soon learn, this stance will stand you in good stead when one realizes that a poverty-stricken artist will usually not be able to afford Prada. Gucci maybe, but not Prada.

Do not talk. Ever. Merely grunt when spoken to. When one desires a ridiculously expensive object of no functional value whatsoever – as a muse, being unreasonable is a way of life and a deep philosophical principle – a light tip of the head 1/8th of an inch in the general direction of the desired object will fetch instant results.

Strive to be as volatile as possible. In fact, the more explosive your mood swings, the better a muse you’ll make. It helps slightly to break a small but expensive object from time to time. As your inspired artist/poet/writer/struggling dentist will typically be monetarily-challenged, this may not always be possible after a certain point of time. In which case, one may try breaking windows, doorknobs, body-parts and an egg occasionally.

As a muse, you will be required to do something sufficiently inspiring from time to time. This being the arrangement, in exchange for free food, housing, various shiny objects and the undying adoration of a struggling albeit genius-before-his-time-on-the-

brink-of-stupendous-success artist. Or if not an artist, at the very least, a mildly disillusioned plumber who feels he was destined to be greater things, like say, Picasso.

But not to worry, evoking inspiration is effortless for a muse of great talent. The easiest thing to do is to drop one’s clothes, and stand poised in a state of heightened rapture, one’s face glowing with the borrowed radiance of the rising sun. Of course, it is easier to exude a quality of heartbreaking beauty if one is not an over-weight East-European hag with a rather conspicuous mustache. If this is unfortunately the case, consider instead living in absolute darkness and find a sufficiently disillusioned dentist to inspire.

A brief guide to being an intellect:

Intellects are those strange creatures whose sole aim in life is to one day have an entire closet full of tweed jackets with leather elbow patches and 7 pairs of horn-rimmed glasses. An intensely annoying high-pitched nasal voice is highly desirable. If one is doubly blessed with a lisp, then this may be the perfect profession for you.

When you invite friends over, make sure to have none but the most boring people in the history of mankind invade your abode. Serve only shredded duck in oyster sauce canapés and foie gras with fig and orange blossom chutney – carefully fashioned into exquisite mickey mouse shapes. Always serve wine to your guests. Remember to announce that is only the best fleufdelablooblahbleh, made with grapes hand-pressed by Louise the X1V himself.

As an intellect, you are expected to be well-read. Take pains to pepper your home with books. Playboy does not count. The more incomprehensible, the better. If you can, always surround yourself with books by French authors. It helps if it’s the original language. It also helps if one actually knows French.

A good reply to the question, have you read (insert book title here) would be: Not recently. This absolves one of resorting to mendacity.

Have highly-opinionated opinions on everything, particularly life, philosophy and the universe in general. For reference, try Kierkegaard and Nietzsche for Dummies, 2nd edition. Whenever anyone objects to your opinion, invoke the double-core induction theorem. Hence proved.

Never enunciate and always speak with a drawl, as if it is too much effort to discipline one’s tongue to frame a coherent sentence. In fact, the less understandable you are, the greater your intellectual standing among your peers. When faced with a particularly difficult philosophical question, remember that square root of negative 73 is always a good answer.

Invent your own philosophy. If you can, invent your own system of ethics. Do not, however, invent your own language. That’s just plain stupid. If somebody objects to your system of ethics on grounds of deep flaws and blatant moral relativism, invoke the double-core induction theorem. You will soon realize it’s a good theorem to know.

Hence proved.

A brief guide to being an insufferable snob:

To paraphrase a famous green furry er person: Be or be not. There is no try. In the same vein, one cannot become a snob. One is either born with the gift, or isn’t.

Never call anyone by their names. Snap your fingers instead. If you can, avoid any sort of tedious labour, like snapping fingers. You will find a barely perceptible flick of your fingers in the general direction of the hired help should be sufficient to elicit response. If one is forced to use words, choice vocabulary includes: garcon, slave and minion. While talking to entities of lower bearing, make sure to scrunch up your nose like you’re in the vicinity of a dead animal in the advanced stage of putrefaction.

Refuse to drink any water except a particularly obscure brand of water bottled at the foothills of the glaciers of Ukraine. When it comes to clothes, only wear obscenely expensive brand labels. And no, made in china does not qualify as a brand label.

Ostentatious display of jewelry is considered tacky. Instead, request your local cosmetic surgeon to inject your cheekbones with 200 carat Belgium-grade A diamonds set in gold. You may die, but it’s a small price to pay for such a noble cause.

When you die, leave your house, cars, diamonds, and all your money to your dog. To not seem like a heartless wretch, remember to leave 64 paise and a wad of used chewing-gum to your bastard son.

Of course, it helps greatly if in addition to these traits one also possesses a shit-load of money. Preferably old (read: inherited) money and a ‘name’ – not the ones they call you behind your back. It’s always a good sign if one can trace one’s ancestry way back to one’s own father. If one finds oneself insufficiently endowed in this regard, fret not, find a decrepit old person and get married immediately in the presence of a lawyer and two witnesses. A Russian oil-baron is always a good choice.

Happy hunting.

"Rain & Rainbow"

Karan looked out of his window again. The rain seemed to have increased again. "The heavens seem to be reflecting my mind, he thought". He had lost an opportunity at a promotoin the previous day. At night, he had drowned his sorrows in two bottles of whisky. His efforts for the firm had been belittled.

A small mistake on his part, and his world had fallen down on him. He had shared the idea with his colleague, and done most of the work. Yet, the previous day, his trust was betrayed as the colleague took utmost credit leaving him a blank paper of promotion. He hads the audacity to deny it when confonted and Karan did not have anything to prove that he had done all the work. He took a sheet of paper.

I trusted some one ; I paid the price for it. The bretrayal has effected me in ways I dont know.My efforts for the firm havent been recognized. I leave this world...."he stopped writing the note. The effects of the whisky seemed to have worn off, and when he stood up, he did not sway. He took shower, and got ready for what was to him, his final day at office. He opened his umbrella and walked out.

Nearing his office, he saw the watchman's kid playing without worried in the rain. He yearned for those days, when he used to enjoy life wothoutany worry. He yearned for a world where no one would bask in his glory but him. He entered the building, closed his umbrella and went to his desk. He saw that colleague walk by.

Bastard, he cursed under his breath, I will be in a much better world soon than with you are." He saw karen, his boss's secretary approaching him. He did been in love with her for some time, but did not know how to express it. "did it matter now?" he thought.

Oh Karan, the boss wants to see you now, she said. He went. his face was expressionless and his mind calm. His boss saw him enter and in gis direct manner asked him, "KAran can you explain this code to me?" He took the sheet opf paper from his hand, saw his own idea there. He explained with ease.

Well done. Shekhar could not explain it. Its your code isnt' it?, he asked, Karan nodded. His boss gave him an envelope. He opened it to find a letter of promotion there. He thanked him and went out. Karen was smiling. She knew "karen, I am in love with you. Would you have dinner with me tonight?, he asked. She said yes, came to his side and kissed him. He smiled, went outside and started walking in the rain.

Soon, he reached home. He kept the envelope on his desk. The breeze blew away the note he'd written in the morning. The rain seemed to have stopped. He looked outside and saw a rainbow, beautifull like his life.

@@Girls: Are you sure??@@

When I was thinking over this topic, I knew what I was writing about. But then, when I wrote it all, I wasn’t sure!

You can’t be!

When you are thinking about a girl, you are never sure!! Well, ‘thinking’ is just one thing.

You are not sure even when you write,talk, listen, read, drink, eat, watch,breathe etc about girls.

Oh! Oh! I’m even not sure about how to do half of the things I mentioned above.!!

But then, as boys are, I tried to be sure. So, I tried to do some ‘research’. I wonder if all the boys do it but I am sure that they all will agree on this.

I got to know that, it’s not only the boys who are not sure about girls. Instead, the reasearch in itself gave me a reason. The conclusion of the research was very funny but, as a matter of fact, is true.

Let me be SURE(shoaar ) about this that i’m not accusing anyone here.
It is what it is!!!

And  the other person not sure about a girl is, off course,without doubt, the girl herself..!! :O

Want some proof!! I got it for you.

• You want a guy to be serious for you, if at all, but when a guy happens to be, he is IGNORED.
• And if you say you are the other type, why then when a guy flirts or tries to flirt, you go ‘ eeeEEEWWWWW!! How cheap..!!’
• Keep on cursing the boys. ‘Boys are this,boys are that and all of them are the same.’
  But then why always end up dating a guy? This above fact might not be true for the dating thing, but for sure every girl starts liking a guy one day..!
  Or may be not…
  You know what I mean..?
  
• Confused, if someone asks something. I mean when it is not thought of.
  Lets take an example. And this is a real life example, not including me. ‘Hey Riya! I needed to talk.’
  ‘Yeah Rahul. Say it.’
  ‘Well,umm…I love you.’
  ‘Oh!’ Now what to say? :O
  After few seconds of being in a shock and not even thinking about what to say,she opens up again.
  ‘I…I’msorry Rahul,but I never thought about you like that.’ So think!!When do you really do that??!!??
  After some time, when the boy is ignored for a few days, the girls actually realizes the truth. She actually doesn’t like ignoring him! But , instead, she likes him!
  So, she finds a suitable situation, she finally talks to him.
  ‘ HEy Rahul?’
  ‘ I wonder if I should say this or not….’ still not sure..? ‘…but, I wanted to tell this to you.’
  ‘yes Riya…go on.’
  ‘Ilove you too.’
  

But you may still say, “It was a happy ending afterall.”

Well, yes. But life would be a little less miserable for everyone,if you be sure.
I say everyone, because even boys would feel better.

To say the least, it’s not unknown, that boys have a tendency to think about girls. Yes , we think about you, but we are sure about what we are thinking about you, what our feelings are, but not about what you think.

And to end it, as every girl realizes in the end(I suppose!), not every guy is same as no girl is..!

@@Scarcity of Water@@

This is some serious issue. Don’t laugh out on this one please.

Water,the resource which is said to be the potential reason for another world war, is turning more and more precious. And once a thing starts becoming precious, it becomes a status symbol.

India, specially Madhya Pradesh, is facing this problem of water scarcity. So, this is what I think can happen in a few years, not only in India, but anywhere in the world. And mind it, the characters do not neccesarily belong to India.

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” Bye Honey! Will be back at seven.”

“Honey, you are forgetting something.”

And Mr.Lambert moved towards his wife. NO! They didn’t kiss! THey had something much more important. Mrs. Lambert handed him two buckets.

“Get them filled so that we are free for a month atleast.”

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Mr.Lambert picks up the newspaper kept on his office desk. It read:

“…Government ready to bring up a law by which the filmmakers will not be able to show water in the film.”

“…the movie ‘WATER’ ’s CD’s and DVD’s will not be available until they change the title of the movie.”

“….government lowers pricesof water. Good news for the citizens, although at the time of elections, that the water would be availableat Rs. 50/litre, Rs 2/litre less.”

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Mr.Lambert goes back home with two buckets full of water as he promised. While on the move, he is stopped by a group of boys.

“Open the doors. QUICK!!” One of them ordered and showed a gun.

Mr.Lambert, horrified, quickly opened the door. The boys got in. They saw one wallet lying and two buckets full of water.

As expected they took away the buckets and left the wallet.

Mr.Lambert, dissapointed, went back to his home. Her wife waiting for him. She didn’t see the buckets.

“What happened dear?”

He explained everything.

“Don’t worry we will register F.I.R and we will get the water back soon and we can take buckets back by the insurance money.”

@@@ARe You Drunk@@@

” Are you right when EVERYONE is wrong?”
This is what I thought when I realized that everyone else drinks.
They say some drink to remember, some drink to forget. But what about the person who doesn’t drink?
Isn’t there any other way to remember or forget without spoiling your body.? Yeah,  I agree that ’some’ drinking won’t spoil anything.
But when someone drinks to forget, they don’t drink ’some’. They drink until they forget how to drink..!
Even when someone drinks to remember, they just don’t remember what they did when they were drunk..!
People drink even on the dry day.! They act as if they can’t survive without alcohol..! Whisky is the favourite, Vodka comes second coz of its smell and is costlier. Beer is for the starters.
The snacks can’t be forgotten. You would at least need about 5-6 big potato chips packets. Enjoyment is a feature of these alcoholic gettos and thus its not necessary to drink it neat since there are cold drinks and soda to accompany.
These were just the props. The aftereffects??
People drink to the out-of-their-control state. And the worst part? They vomit everything out.! and its not very delightful to even watch.
What happens actually is that the alcohol when consumed burns or com-busts inside the body and when the energy produced becomes too much it comes out with everything..!
The whole getto costs about 1000-1500 INR at minimum depending upon which brand and what type of alcohol you consume. The aftereffects are mostly observable. And when you are into yourself you forget everything you did, although they are not worth remembering. They are too eeeewww… to be seen.!
But then, everyone around is ‘trying’ it out, although this is nowhere near trying out. Its gone far beyond..!
People who don’t drink are becoming less. I thought I was right, not drinking it. But then are you right, when  EVERYONE is wrong?
Its like you are surrounded by drunken people and you began to think :
ARE YOU DRUNK??

There is No Place Like Home

There is no place like home.
You may go to London or Rome.

They may provide you momentary exhilaration
But again home is your ultimate destination.

There is no place so comfortable.
To soothe thee who’s capable.

Erecting just four walls & a roof
Builds a house for you aloof.

But not a sweet home to live in
Or else what is the difference between a house & an inn

To your home you’re just not attached physically
But heartily, mentally and spiritually

Whether there is any heaven above ‘tis unknown
But if its there on earth its certainly our home

So are you not in favour of my view
If not you please review

For there is no place like home
You may go to London or Rome.

Aastik Adhyatmik Dharmik

Aastik - Aastha Adhyatmik - Adhyatma Dharmik – Dharma.....
People have been using the terms interchangeably sometimes . But there are different meanings, significance & perspectives attached to them. What do u think is the difference??
I dont know for sure but this is my take:
Astha is faith...faith in God whether in form of an idol or not, faith in some supreme energy that need not be in corporeal form, faith in religion, faith in anybody as a matter of fact, even in one’s own self. Aastik therefore for me is not just one who has Faith in GOD. The only prerequisite is FAITH.

Adhyatma – spiritual . Spiritual means either religious or mystical as per thesaurus . The most complex machinery in the world ( I am referring to our human body ) isn’t just flesh & bones (arteries, veins, nerves, muscles, tissues, organs, blood cells etc make it all the more complex). There’s more to it. Aatma. Us aatma ki journey mein hume “doosre lok” se jodneka jariya hai adhyatma. And no Ramsey nd RGV haan... For me Adhyatma is knowing ones inner true self… realising its potential...and putting it to good use for oneself & others greater good.

Dharma... does it mean religion as in Hinduism..Islam...Jainism Buddhim..Christianity etc etc etc….( well jus one etc. is not enough I guess)? Though this is the wider acceptation of the word even technically I don’t think so… Blame the Dharma Karma Theory that I have gathered from the so called idiot box… beti dharma…patni dharma…ma ka dharma.
Dharma in true sense of the word is the philosophy of right thoughts & actions.

Conclusion: I am Aastik, Adhyatmik & Dharmik in my sense of the word... being very much part of the world... satisfying my materialistic needs....

God is not in renouncing worldly pleasures.... He is in disseminating all the pleasures in this world.....

Human Birth is a rare blessing and I want to enjoy every bit f it....

"Conversations"

Friends

Mahesh : Hey dude… wassup?? Chal re sutta maar ke aate hain.
Venkat: Chal(nadu). Abe pata hai Santhosh ne Peggy ko propose kiya. And she accepted.
Mahesh : Kya baat kar raha hai! That bufoon (Ch***) got her. Very sad man! Apan dono ghans char rahe the kya?
Venkat: Chod yaar(Vidu Mama)… Lets enjoy our tea. Lecture starts in the next 5 minutes.

Lovers

Santhosh: Hey Dear… wassup?? Lets go for a coffee.
Peggy: Why not! I would love to have ice cream as well.
Santhosh: Sure.. Lets go to the movies afterward, what say?
Peggy: Cool! You know what, you always make my day.

Now

Friends

Mahesh: Abe tu!! Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?(nu ikkada emm chestunua bey) Mindblowing man!(Mama)
Venkat: I work nearby dude. Too good yaar, meeting after so long(Chindi Chor). Lots to catch up with. Chal sutta marte hain. You haven’t given up, have you?
Mahesh: Nahi yaar.. Biwi hates it a lot but still can’t give up. Khair aur suna(inka chepu mama). Are you in contact with anyone else?
Venkat: Hmmmm… Ya, a few of them. In fact talked to Santhosh yesterday. He married Peggy. Dil to toot gaya hoga nahi tera sunke? He he he…..

Lovers

Santhosh: Hey sweetheart… Wassup?? How was your day at office? Ek cup coffee pila do yaar. Office was too tiring for me today.
Peggy: What! I have just come back from office… Why do you always expect me to do things for you? And why are your shoes lying here?
Santhosh: Why do you always start shouting? Such a nag you are.
Peggy: What did you just call me? What….

"Trifilings Really"

All the events and characters are almost fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is an irony of fate, and purely coincidental, since I didn't ask you to read this.

Gawking Today @ People and Relationships

Every one likes poking their noses, long or flat, into others' business, especially in others' love lives. So here goes one such. A friend told his girlfriend, "Do you know (let's call her) G never asks for anything from (let's call him) M. And look at you, you are always 'I want this', 'I want that'... you have a lot left to learn, you know!" His girlfriend retorted, "Did you know, why she never asks for anything from your friend. That's because, he spends thousands on her just like that! She doesn't even have to ask! You have a lot left to learn... you understand, mister?!!..." (buzzzz)

M was amused and surprised. He told G what his friend had told him (Yaar! What have you done? I am finished being compared to you raat-din/day and night), and asked her, "When did I start earning so much that I've started spending thousands? What did you tell her?" G smile mischievously and said, "I lied. Your friend thought it was very macho to praise himself to his girlfriend, in front of yours, by telling her how better he is than you. So, I thought let's see how better his balls are. Now it seems his balls will have to go on exile. Or his bank balance will!

*

Four friends were having an argument- let's name them- Ravi (another lawyer), his wife, Ria, M and G (the leading couple). The topic of argument for the last 20 minutes: the age-old feud between woman and man. Ravi was very heated up and practically shouted at Ria, "It is the duty of the woman to care of her husband and the household, and not earning money. The place of a woman is at home." Ria was incensed. "@#^$#%^^!@#$!!"

M was keeping mighty quiet. Ravi found he was going to be outranked, outclassed and outdone by the women, he turned to M, "Arre, say something yaar!" M quietly replied, "I think women can do anything. After all, it is only a woman who can hold a family together, the most important of all things." G was ecstatic, she smiled triumphantly at Ravi, who was dumbfounded, and softly smiled at M. After the ladies had left, Ravi turned to M, "What did you just do? You were supposed to be on my side?!" M said, "I was on your side. I said what you did, only, to use your law jargon, I re-phrased the statement. I just used the tact you use in courtrooms, and I'll be the one sleeping in my own bed tonight and you, in the couch!"

*

She knew he was seeing some other girl. Actually she was sure of it. She planned to catch him unaware. She went to his house and started banging on his door, shouting, "Come on Ratul, I know you are in there... Open up! It's going to be a lot worse if you don't." She heard a scuffle, a couple of curses and a thud. She banged even harder. Ratul opened the door, with his shirt half-buttoned, hair messed, but grinning broadly. She stalked inside and asked in a deceptive calm, "Where is the bitch?". Ratul smiled, "Oh, you know about her? I wanted to surprise you! But don't worry, all my friends already like her. She takes a bit too much of my time but I'm sure you will approve of her, and fall in love with her, just like I did." She was incredulous. She decided to take matters in her own hands and stalked to his room and threw the door open, and stared. It was a puppy. "Isn't she pretty", Ratul intoned.

[Later, much later, Ratul sent a text message: Sry i had 2 rush u out d bak door but my mom came home early. C ya tmrw, tc! :)]

*

We, cousins and friends, were having a gala time, chatting and joking, at my cousin's place. Suddenly, we heard my aunt shouting at my uncle in their bedroom, "Drop your pants! Drop your pants, I say!... Don't waste my time, do it fast! I have many chores to do after this!" There was a sudden lull in our conversation, and then we all started talking loudly, all at the same time, trying to pretend we couldn't hear the shrill voice that was absolutely making our ears throb. Later we learned, the doctor had prescribed compresses twice daily for the huge, painful boil on uncle's thigh.

"Clandestine"

In this world so radiant with joy

Everyone has something to hide

Some horrid truth they conceal within

Close to their so like sin

Not even in their closest friends to confide

They tell not to the world aloud

Yet that silence itself speaks to we

That secret burns within them so

See their face and we can know

Deep within that they crave to be free

Their eyes speak for their heart

Tell us what they long to say

They tell us of grief untold

Of Paints they saw and dreams they sold

Of obstacles that made them lose their way

What the heart conceals

Is not hidden always

For the mind is hard to see

It changes its thought constantly

Like in the breeze the leaf sways

For

I know not, what to give you,

It is for you, that I live too,

Your are my ally, my closest friend

When in need, I on you depend.

I can tell, anything to you

Share what is in my life new,

My happiness and my sorrow,

More about me, no one does know.

My day begins, and ends with you,

You are one, whom I cannot refuse,

Sunshine in my life, I do not know

On this day, what to give you so

Star a million, I wish I could get,

A gift that you would never ever forget,

Whatever I got, to me it would be few.

Till I can find, that perfect gift for you

“Dearest Mom, I love You so Much!!”

"Essence of Love"

A drop of rain, when moist the dry fields, a fragrance pervades, creates an atmosphere of livingness.This fragrance is the joy and ecstasy, which does not remain bounded to rain and fields but becomes universal for everyone who wants to feel it. Trees grow green, as spring comes. Becoming green is not preparation of trees for spring but it is the spontaneous happening, a consequence. A lotus opens their petals as the sun rises. For lotus it is a way of expressing gratitude for its existence to the sun, which gleams it with divine beauty. A dry field loves the rain. Trees love spring. Lotus loves the sun. For me, love is unrestrained (universal) like love of rain and dry fields; spontaneous like love of trees and spring; a sense of gratitude like love of lotus and sun.
“Love is freedom” is the most common line, depicting love. No one talks about the lovers. Are they free? Is it the love that makes us free or free can love only? What is the level of freedom because freedom has a vast significance and can be classified into many categories? There are still many questions which I want to resolve. For this time I can only repeat the KHALIL GIBRAN’s line for the lovers

“FILL EACH OTHER’S CUP BUT NOT DRINK FROM ONE CUP.”

"A story of an old Man"

No one knew from where he came and how he was surviving. His big-whitish beard, scattered hair, worn out clothes and his erratic behaviour soon confirmed that he was mentally ill. Outside of colony, people often saw him brushing the ground with the small and thin twig of same tree which had become his permanent shelter. He had an old bag too. No one ever had an idea what was inside it. Someone had given him a bottle and aluminium Tiffin that he put just in front of him and frequently the red monkeys and dogs robbed his food, leaving him hungry and thirsty. Often he talks to himself and it went for longer...Sometimes it turned into cry and sometimes he laughed vehemently. It was hard to predict to see his face what he was going to do...was he about to laugh or about to cry? People passed all day. He never looked at them nor did the people look at him. In the night, the women, who were happy for some personal reason or who wanted to show her sympathetic behaviour to her neighbour or who just inspired by watching “Sanskar Channel” gave him food and water... Since colony was big and most of women were competitively religious...he rarely slept hungry...


It was a very hot day...In the scorching heat, under the tree he was laying as he was counting the number of leaves on the tree. He was not talking as he used to do often. In between the spaces of leaves, rays of sun were appearing like a spear, ready to penetrate the body coming in its way. Insensitive to everything, he, like a dried log, was gazing upwards as he was a broken branch of tree.

It was two in the afternoon. With a dried reed...he was writing something...People were passing but as usual they were ignoring him. But it was something different today...His hands were moving fast...as fast as he had to answer the final question of his life in a very short time. His body was trembling like a just switched off generator. Even in the noise of surroundings...the sound of his breathing, rustling so heavily could be heard... But people were busy and women were in their A.C. Rooms...watching their favourite T.V.Channel...

Now it was five in the evening. Children were playing Cricket. Ravi hit the ball towards the tree. Rishu went ahead to catch the ball. He saw the old man...laying like a lifeless body; grabbing a thin twig with his half closed palms. As he moved forward...He saw something carved on the ground...he tried to read it...

W...A...T...E...R

He pronounced wwaatteerrr. As soon as the meaning of word overrode the sound, he ran towards his home, puzzling his friends who were waiting for the ball to start the game. He went, took a bottle from his fridge...in a second he reached the old man...He tried to shake his body...His body gave a little response...His drowsy eyes opened a bit...His dried lips curved a bit...The boy opened the bottle and poured some droplets of water to his parched and desiccated lips but it did not went inside...It just floated outside. Meanwhile all children rounded him...flabbergasted to see something that they were unknown till now...the TRUTH of life...the END of life...

Soon people gathered around him. It was first time when in his dead body, people noticed that once he was alive...

A dried branch fell on the ground...replacing another one... Only difference was that former would soon be taken...perhaps children would use it to make their new cricket bat...

Deviating Perceptions

This is a new generation. A new one like so many others. But it is not perpetual. It’s a generation powered by Addiction, fuelled by Awareness, angered by Imperfections, and grieved by Failures. An epoch coveting a new world, a reformed world. A generation with a dream, a vision and a belief that not the path but the destination matters. A generation striving to turn their sand castles into concrete. We are a generation armed with exceptional Reasoning and Logical Skills.

We are… YES..  ADDICTION.. personified!! Addicted not to grim inclinations or fatal drugs but addicted to the work we do, addicted to the dreams we nurture, addicted to the things we want. We are addicted to the internet, to the cell phone and our iPODs. It’s a desire for success, for achievement and a quest for knowledge which drives this generation. An addiction to perfection and contempt for conciliation is what holds us united.

It’s a generation of reason. ‘Why’ and not ‘How’ is the word of choice. We catechize, ‘What’s the point?’ We seek Reason and Logic. We don’t evade hard work and travail but we loathe and shun futile toil.  We might appear imprudent and capricious but we harbour the potential to reshape the world. We may seem lackadaisical and oblivious but once we ferret out a path, we follow it with an ardent allegiance. We are expected to abide by the rules formulated by the veterans, but we prefer to make our own. We do not hesitate to assert ourselves or reveal our perceptions, but we are apprehensive that perhaps no one but us will discern them. We do not aim to change things, as most of them have been rendered permanent. We hold a vision to start afresh, to make things new, advanced and without a loophole. “Life isn’t perfect, come to terms with it.” was the maxim before. “If life isn’t perfect, we redefine perfection.” is the motto we believe in. The veteran generations were driven by fire in their bloods which clogged their brains. We carry a cool head on steady shoulders.  

It’s a generation which is respectful and reverent but denies to accept forced decisions, a generation meticulous and nimble but not timid or scared to take risks, religious but not superstitious. We heed and appreciate wisdom but we credence to nothing without reason. We may take your advice but we prefer to learn from our experiences, not your mistakes. We are keen to adopt and learn from your dexterity and knowledge but we refuse to be led. We choose to live our lives and pursue our fantasies on our own terms.   A generation which has technology at its disposal and the ability to harness nature. The masters of trouble shooting and improvisations. We are not scared to step out of the nest and flap our wings. If we fail to fly, the wind might carry us for a while.

We behold a magical world in our minds and aim to recreate the magic in this pragmatic world. A world where the word ‘impossible’ does not exist in the human jargon. A world where everything is just a click away, where nothing remains arcane and obscure. We are determined, headstrong and efficacious with thoughts that are radical and contemporary. Money, fame and flattery are insignificant, achievement and self satisfaction are imperative and substantial. This is s generation which believes in deeds, not virtues. We speak many tongues, have many faces, but it all converges to one dream, one vision.

"THE ENDLESS LADDER"

Photo courtesy: The Billyllama's Photostream

The ladder never ends. As you climb up rungs and live under the illusion or fallacy that you’ve secured one more victory in life, you look skywards and realize the ladder just got longer, the end somewhere out of sight, beyond the clouds…

All your life you can keep climbing the ladder in the quest to reach the top and never get there! This can be perceived in two ways – the optimist’s dream and the pessimist’s nightmare. The optimist sees this as ambition – a way to push oneself towards achieving more and more. The pessimist knows that this means being insatiable – never satisfied with what one has in life.

While on the way up, a hand may be extended at you for help. Grab it and help, because one good turn deserves another. Once you are higher, you might need a helping hand yourself. It is also true that at every rung scaled, a mad multitude of hands will crop out of nowhere to rip, drag & pummel you down. For just as one person’s manna is another person’s poison, likewise the success of one indeed poisons the minds of many. While many take joy in the success of one, there are others who do not think of how to replicate such success for themselves but plot how to displace the one who’s higher up somewhere on the ladder. Terminally, the seeds of misery are sown & the chalice of woe tipped over. No one emerges a winner. But in the Almighty’s courtyard, there will be justice for all. For one cannot wage a war against one’s destiny, and what is fated to happen shall play itself out.

Is it the need to survive that drives many to entrench self & others in miseries of their own making? A lesson needs to be learnt - Survival is not the sole mantra. Surviving peacefully, with contentment & without malice towards others is! And this will give you what no amount of wealth or fame can provide – adoration & respect of loved ones and the greatest treasure of them all – Happiness.

Therefore, live the optimist’s dream. Keep climbing, irrespective of the hands clawing at you. And while you’re at it, have tones of fun :)

"Living the Moments"

There are several moments in life, when you feel life... just enjoying it. You don't do anything, just let your mind render and live with the moment which would last forever in your mind.

Yeh honsla kaise jhuke,
Yeh arzoo kaise ruke....

The song from the movie 'Dor' was playing in my cell phone . The only other sound was the sound of rain drops falling upon the trees. It had been raining for the whole day. There was darkness all around. Complete silence. A beautiful song playing in my phone, beautiful weather, raindrops falling!! Wow!! Next day's college  was the last thing on my mind.

There are so many beautiful and simple things to think about. I had read an article 'Simplify' some days back somewhere. The same was coming to my mind at that time. I realized that we often fail to see the beauty of such simple moments , simplicity.

The song kept talking of moving-on in life, no matter what. But moving on what? Its moments like these that refresh you, give you the strenght to keep on moving. You just have to shut your eyes and let everything be - "for a moment".

"There is no happiness, there are only moments of happiness"