CUP AND COOKIES

Cool cup in which you can put 2-3 of your favourite cookies, so you don’t need extra plates for them. It’s made for both right-handed and left-handed people.

BANANA GUARD - Protect Your Banana!

Are you fed up with bringing bananas to work or school only to find them bruised and squashed? Banana Guard allows you to safely transport and storage individual bananas letting you enjoy perfect bananas anytime, anywhere.

LOCK-CUP

Lock Cup - Anti-Theft Coffee Cup. Are you tired of others stealing your coffee cup? Well now there’s a solution. The Lock - Cup has a hole which prevents most people from using it. Only the owner of the cup can use his/hers shaped key to close the hole.

PENGUIN TEA TIMER

Making tea, though easy to do, is also time consuming. Once you pour the hot water into the cup, you must patiently hover over it and wait. Well, the Penguin Tea Timer happily does the waiting for you. Place your tea cup under the beak and set it to the desired time. As you turn the timer dial, the beak lowers the tea into the hot water. When the time is up, a bell sounds and the penguin automatically lifts his beak, removing the tea bag from the water.

TRANSPARENT TOASTER

You love toast, but always burn it? Then, this invention is for you. This transparent toaster allows you to see the bread while it is toasting so you just have to take it out when the colour is right. This idea is based on a transparent heating glass technology.

BUTTER CUTTER

One Click Butter Cutter controls your portion as an important part of staying healthy. This ingenious butter cutter delivers one standard portion with each click of the handle.

GIANT REMOTE

Never lose your remote again! With giant buttons, this extra-large remote is easy to use and impossible to lose. It’s a 6-in-1 remote so you can use it to control your TV, VCR, DVD player, satellite, cable and auxiliary A/V device. It even features glow-in-the-dark buttons, so you can easily find the remote in the dark. Think it’s a great idea? I do! And Amazon does too - get the Jumbo Remote Control now!

DAYCLOCK

What day is today? You don’t know? Then you need a DayClock. It’s uniquely designed to keep track of weekly events like your golf day, card night, movie night, and so much more. It’s ideal for vacations and cruises when it’s easy to lose track of the day.

Best of all, it’s available on Amazon! Check out the DayClock.

CRIME SCENE TOWEL

Chalk outline crime scene beach towel - be the coolest person on the beach! Also available on Amazon, check out the Crime Scene Towel.

LASER SCISSORS

With Laser Scissors, cutting a straight line has never been easier. Just aim the pin-point laser and follow the line. The scissor blades are stainless steel and cut very clean with a micro serrated edge. Get a pair of Laser Scissors from Amazon!

TOILET SEAT LIFTER

‘Who left the Toilet Seat up?’ The PeaceMaker will end the battle of the toilet seat. Merely step on the pedal to activate the lifting mechanism. When finished, remove your foot from the pedal and the seat gently comes to a rest where it started. Available on Amazon: Toilet Seat Lifter.

ILLUMINATING CAR SLIPPERS

Do you get up at night to drink water, go to the toilet…and bump into everything and anything possible? Do you wish you could see in the dark? Or at least protect your feet from the inevitable bumps? These plush car slippers have remarkably bright LED lights that are triggered by your footsteps and light up the floor 30 feet in front of you; the ultra-soft plush style is extra comfortable and cozy warm.

‘THE THING’ - INFANT PILLOW

The Zaky is an ergonomic infant pillow designed by a mom to mimic the size, weight, touch, and feel of her hand and forearm to help her baby with comfort, support, protection, and development. The Zaky can help calm your baby and help your baby sleep better through the night.

TRAVELER’S PHRASE BOOK T-SHIRT

If you are traveling a lot and don’t always know the language of the country you are visiting, then this T-shirt is for you. It has a phrase book printed on it so just point a finger at the pictogram you need and then point it twice at the question mark, which means, ‘Where is it?’ and in no time you have found what you were looking for… or not.

MODERN LADDER

Really cool modern ladder.

LATEST DESIGN WAITER/WAITRESS TRAYS

Anatomic tray, for waiters. No more dropping trays. I just don’t know if it is comfortable.

WHEEL-MOVING BENCH

Whether you want to sit on the sun or in the shade, near the river or under the tree… now you have your movable bench, to sit wherever you like.

WHY?

This one question has been haunting me all my life. And it is no surprise its come back to haunt me again. Curiosity killed the cat, but this question keeps on tearing me apart piece by piece. Why would you say that, why would you do that, why would I do that ..? these are all traditional questions .. what matters now is a step forward. Why can't I do that, Why he/she not me, why x not y ..? In the future the questions could get even worse. why would you question the very existence of the intravascular spirit that the human race is built upon, why would you characterize the essence of the entire sequence into one stereotypical consequence ...? you get the picture...!

The thing why I am writing this post in the first place is that I am practically frustrated of life. Why ..? I don't know you tell me ..! every thing I do, whenever I do, whatever I do.. I'm confronted by this question why .. a logical rationale would say that it acts like a security check that limits any foolish endeavours on my part .. but I say its bullshit. There is no need for a checkdam for your thoughts .. there should be a normal unrestricted flow of ideas and that is it. The human spirit detests being tied down in any way or form, be it physically or mentally. The soul.. is the prime epitome of freedom.

Why am I frustrated is due to various reasons .. Everything I do is to be "substantiated" by a valid reason.. am I supposed to reason out my existence ? An impulsive action has no reason .. end of story .. its the context thats important not the reason or driver? Is it not better we keep the rationales for the assignments and boardroom meetings, need we apply it everywhere in our life? I can't say Ive seen everything .. I can't say Ive lived enough.. but what I can say that Ive seen enough of my peers plagued by the same problem that I face to believe that I'm not alone. Mind you that is the only solace I get. You thought its over.. wait .. theres more..

A simple action like an expression of love has to go through so many various stages of self reassurement that by the time the person is ready .. the other person has got committed. A sorry can end wars .. but the checks that we've put in delimits our ability to say sorry even though we feel so. there this whole issue of "self esteem and image preservation". crap I say .. ! Its all bullshit ..!!

There is nothing worse that losing out on a moment.. and all these checks do just the same. The reason behind the checks .. One word .. why ? Why should you marry this girl .. why should you watch this movie.. why should you work in this company .. why should you take this girl out .. the heck I should know .. I wanna do it so I am doing it ..!! The moment I start thinking about the reasons .. The hugely critical mind we have been gifted by "GOD" would pull out several flaws making it virtually impossible to enjoy it .. even if we somehow convince ourselves to do it .

Every tele series has one dialogue tahts immensely popular with the scriptwriters.. why would you even think of doing .....
Arre ... Tell me one thing .. I am a free human .. I want to do something ... my conscience is not stopping me .. who are you to ask me ...!!!

I know I know .. I have been raving back and forth about absolute rubbish ... but then thats what blogs are for ... right ..?

The next time you ask the question why .. or even get asked the question why .. remember this article and just do it .. !! ( you can always say f**k off .. If you like .. just for added pleasure..)

Heylo my dear beloved readers... welcome back ..!!


I know .. I know .. I had promised several things .. several different things to several different people as the topic for my next post. But politics of life are such that some decisions have to be taken by you.. some hard decisions which may change how you live your life...

I will be dedicating this post to all my friends who are and have been in Love...!

Why the change of stance you ask ..? well to start with there never was a stance.. what I had was merely an opinion and a word of caution which I deemed fit to put on my blog as a statutory warning to all concerned. Love as I've always maintained is the best state to be in at any point of your life.

So lets start with what oxford dictionary defines love to be "deep affection or fondness" which is very vague. So I tried msn encarta. The definition it gave me goes something like this ,"transitive and intransitive verb feel tender affection for somebody" and very interestingly,"transitive verb have sex with somebody". I really don't know what transitive and intransitive verbs mean (The last time I had a wren and martin in my hand was in 5th standard) and it sure doesn't feel right to discuss it here. The definition's meanwhile are interesting ... the second definition .. [;)] .

Still, dictionaries have never been able to bring out the real meaning of any word in a particular context, so we will keep it aside for the moment. I'll recount a beautiful verse I read somewhere.

I have been astonished
that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.

-John Keats

Its said poets know Love the best and lovers do in a sense become poets and you know it is true in a weird nonsensical way. The love verses, the love letters, the proposal carefully worded... all are examples of lovers becoming poets. On a lighter note .. on re-reading those verses though.. the very verses appear silly .. nonsensical and often you would end up asking the question .. how the hell did I write/fall for such a dumb line..!

Love in different contexts assume different levels , which means that it would assume different meanings which incidentally have been put into place by us to differentiate them.

"I like you but I don't love you" ,
"My love for you was merely a high school crush",
"I love you as a friend etc etc .."

The point I'm trying to make here is, its futile to be talking about Love in general .. its too wide a topic .. I'll be talking more about the love that you tend to "fall" into ..

I had often seen in my "younger days" that people around me used to have crushes on their teachers.. ( I had one on my 6th grade teacher miss allencherry.. those were the days ..), their classmates in school and colleges and maybe perhaps their seniors. Neighborhood playmates and family friends are also some of the potential lovers, its interesting to see how each relationship takes off differently in different context's. For a junior approaching a senior is somewhat awkward, meanwhile it would be relatively easier for family friends and neighborhood playmates. But in their case they would be faced with the problem of "I've never thought of you that way" syndrome or being the butt of the neighborhood gossip. For friends there always the problem of losing a long friendship over the awkwardness that would follow the rejection. So in every case there are advantages, disadvantages and pros and cons and the strategy chosen by the guy/gal to get their feelings to the other person are different.

I really don't know where this discussion is leading so I'll shut it. I have a reputation for writing long posts so I guess it won't be much of a problem.

What my friends have taught me (when I say taught I mean through their experiences) is that love happens. you don't do it, neither can it be forced upon. Sometimes its mutual but most of the time its one of the partners who gather courage and convey the feelings at the right moment in the right way and get the right result.
A thing to note which I have found common everywhere is infighting... he he .. By infighting I mean the small fights that are true for every couple, over petty issues like "why didn't you call me yesterday" to big ones like "I think there's something going on between you and __ ". But interestingly enough this infighting is the most treasured part of their relationship. Its said that a couple that doesn't fight will not last. The "ruthna" and the "manana" is one of the best experiences and the memories that a couple carry with them. Its as if they enjoy them. Theres always the "make-up" dinner afterwards or the "good" part .. ::mg:: neways the point I am trying to make is, its almost as if that they look for fights .. small fights to get away from the idealism that their love bring for them. To break away from the monotony of bliss (I do realise I'll be questioned on the credibility of marking the state as one of bliss.. for many it may not be so... I accept dat [;)] ) It gives them a reason to celebrate afterwards. An opportunity to add some colour to their otherwise black and white life of phone calls and holding hands (I won't add more keeping in mind the sensitivities of some of my readers.)

I can say lines like "love is like the rainbow that colours up my life.. or perhaps .. love is the fuel that keeps me going etc etc . But the fact is that love is something like the air we breathe .. its special .. every bit of it is special but you don't get to savour every bit of it. The bits you savour are the ones which you crave for. Similarly with love, you don't realise its importance until you crave for it.. until you are bereft of it. Love is traditionally an integral part of life which we take for granted .. like all integral parts of life.

Its only when you fall into it that you realize its depth .. [ ;)]

"Love will keep us alive ..."

Keep Loving...

p.s. I also don't know where this article has gone .. so incase you seem a little bit confused .. don't be .. you are among friends here .. [;)]

"Love me for a reason .. Let the reason be Love..!"

"I'm in love!
Hey!
It sure feels like love.
It's got to, got to be love.
It must be love.
'Cause it sure feels like love.
It must be love.
It sure feels like love.
Yeah! Must be love.
I know it's love.
It's modern love."

Sammy Hagar in his Hit single "Feels like Love" ... Ever thought why a song with such confusing lyrics could ever be a hit .. because it displays the very confusion one feels when falling in love.

I have been told about a certain phenomenon called "Love at first sight" .. ( I do hear it has been modified to "Love at first sight/chat") . I'm also told that it has been there since time eternity.. The witches have long been stopped being burnt, voodoo is almost on a revival journey and even pagan gods are in fashion again .. but sad to say, this idiom hasn't quite lost its effect on people..!

When I look around myself today, I find unprecedented levels of confusion and chaos. I find people at a loss for words when confronted by someone they know. Greetings are mere formalities and wishing somebody makes no sense unless you are in their "inner circle". washroom gossip has given way to coffee lounge chats and love letters to sms proposals. Divorces and break-ups are as common as football matches in a season.

In this time of confusion and chaos, if the concept of "Love at first sight" holds .... I'll still give you the benefit of doubt , but would you folks be good enough to clear some of mine?

Firstly, Love itself is such a complex emotion how is it possible to decipher it, understand it and give it a meaning in such a short span of time as one glance?

Secondly, the word "LOVE" that we use with such disregard, does it hold true for most context's that we use it i? To take it further, over the years we have identified infatuation, lust,crush and many such words to define what would be a lower form of "LOVE", a psuedo-love so to speak.But while we invent new words to define our mental states, the emotions remain the same.So do you still think that the "LOVE" you feel at the first sight/glance is Love actually ..?

Thirdly, Taking from Sammy Hagar's song, sometimes it does feel like love, but we are confused. Sometime the society we live in, our friends all contribute towards emotions that are really not there. Sometimes you "have to" feel sad, or "should be" feeling happy or more importantly "are in" Love ..!
So the sleepless nights due to acidity, the stomach upset because of which you were not feeling hungry and the daydreams because of the sleepless nights would lead you to Love rather than a medicine shop.
So essentially speaking .. are you really sure that you are really in Love ..??

I could .. and would go on and on were it not for the drooping eyes and clouding thoughts ... What I would like to end on, though, is a positive note. There is Love out there .. there are lovers still, but not all who claim are worth their due in Love..

Think about it ..

I have often been asked about the girl of my dreams and I'm very sure that it is true for most of you reading it and I always find myself short of words. It's not that I don't have that picture of a lady of my dreams in there, but somehow I always feel that theres always that detail which I have left out.
So finally I have decided to come out into the open and tell the world what sort of a girl is my "type", what follows is strictly un-confidential you are required to maintain no discretion in whom you tell about this article. who knows the next girl you might be mentioning this seemingly "insane / crazy" article to , might be the "one".

So where do I start from ..
Firstly she occupies a significant area of my mindspace , so by PAT's (PAT for you ignorant people out there, is our cllg director Proff. Atul Tandon, affectionately called PAT by the students and faculty alike) definition, is equivalent to a brand. So all the properties associated with a brand are applicable.

Her worth ,though, unlike all other brands is infinite

Let's start with her personality .. what is she really like ?

She's young (naturally.. but after Dil Chahta hain, its important I include it) , vivacious , smart ( intelligent and smart are both different ..) , knows how to carry herself , sweet , caring , I somehow feel kind and generous go hand in hand so I will mention them in the same breath, has a sense of a work-home balance and last but not the least has an inner driving force and a calm confidence which I see lacking in most girls today( I see a lot of raised eyebrows, but its true.. look at yourselves)

That was her personality .. what does she look like ?

I would put a photograph, a sketch .. anything if it were possible to capture that one essence of beauty but it is not. The woman of my dreams, quite like yours, cannot be captured anywhere other than my mind. Even words will not do justice but I will try my best and keep it open for editing if I feel later that I might have missed something.Even a trivial thing to you might be the one thing she is incomplete without.

Have you seen water cascading down a natural staircase in some waterfalls. ever notice the gracefulness, flair and charm ? well the cascading water may well define her hair. the colour of her hair is black, indeed blacker than the night itself.

The face is a whole vertical of art in itself. Every feature chiseled in with such delicacy that it would put Michelangelo and his best works to shame.

The eyes, what do I say of them, they are a world in themselves. A pool of endless depth beckoning the looker to just dive in. They might have containing an ocean of grief or an entire rainbow with all its vibrancy, the rare captured twinkling could be mistaken for a twinkling star on a cloudy night. The colour you ask.. I would say .. a heavenly blue unlike any shade of blue ever seen, the perfect blend of cool and vibrant.

The lips.. One look and you would want to kiss them. It is not a question of how luscious they are, or if they are the perfect size, its hows they complement the face, how they pull you towards them, how hard it is to resist them ....

The neck .. for the people who don't know and might be smirking on how dumb it is to put the neck with the biggies of the beauty features like lips and eyes.. is one of the premier erogenous zones of the female body. It is also one of the most beautiful part of the body should you look at it from an artist or in my case an admirer's point of view. When I talk of the neck I talk especially about the nape of the neck. You can talk as much you like about the beautiful sunsets and sunrises, of the beauty of the endless ocean or the grandiose mountains, but nothing can be more entrancing for me than the view of her nape with her hair pushed to one side of her neck.

I won't mention her body for obvious reasons.. But it would be slim and svelte to be certain. Do I hear that slim is out of fashion these days ??? my answer .. I don't give a damn ..!!

You know for a body to be perfect there has to be a particular ratio of hip size to the upper body and yeah as you might have guessed , its just perfect..!!

Her legs would probably put zeenataman to shame (yes she was known for her beautiful legs) . those beautifully moulded pair of legs seemingly for which the famous dialogue
“ Aap ke paon dekhe, bahut haseen hai. Inhe zameen par mat utariyega. Maile ho jayenge" from pakeejah , was written .

That's her folks, the girl of my dreams, my soul mate who somewhere someplace is waiting for fate to bring us together.

So Incase you are a believer .. someone who believes in the bigger scheme of things , in fate and most importantly in Love ... please pass the message around and help bring two soulmates together ..

The Best few things about Mozilla Firefox

Extensions:

Scrapbook : bookmarking (it lets you save the entire page) and notetaking
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/427

Foxytunes : Links an external player with the controls in firefox
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/219

Videodownloader : video downloads in google videos youtube and the likes
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/2390

Scribefire : easy posting on the blog with a full blog editor
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/1730

stumbleupon : visit random sites approved by users on topics chosen by you
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/138

pdf download : option to view a PDF file inside the browser or download it
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/636

Flashgot : link an external download manager/app with the firefox download
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/220

Addblock plus : blocks popup ads
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/1865

IEtab : view sites made for ie, correctly
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/1419

Foxmarks Bookmark Synchronizer : synchronise bookmarks between two different computer having firefox
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/2410

firefox companion for kodak easy share gallery : upload and share photos easily
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/4441

Dictionary : https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/browse/type:3

search engines : you have the option of adding more search engines to enhance your search experience. (wikipedia is recommended)
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/browse/type:4

A little bit of technology

The big browser fight IE7 , FIREFOX and OPERA

IE7
Strengths :
It still has the highest number of sites that are IE compatible and may not be compatible with firefox and opera, thus giving a bad experience with the site .
It comes bundled with windows and is free.
It now has tabbed browsing, bridging the wide gap between tabbed and untabbed browsing.
Some Microsoft technologies like Silverlight are IE and firefox compatible.
Clean look.

Drawbacks:
It has a lot of ground to cover even in tabbed browsing features offered in comparison to firefox and opera.
Has no plugin features nor a scope of an active user base who can create new customised addons for it as with firefox (extensions) and opera (widgets) .
Its not a "new" software someone would download to test , its the "default" browser that microsoft so the value associated with is generally thought to be low.

Opera
Strengths:
Is the granddaddy of Tabbed browsing. Was one of the first to implement tabbed browsing way back in 2000.
Has a group of very active and dedicated loyalists who swear by the browser.
Has a neat and clean interface
Is now free as compared to around 2 years back till when it was a paid or ad supported browser.
Has inbuilt fraud protection.
Has the option of loading a webpage without images.
Has a notes feature to save text documents in an integrated notepad in the browser.
Integrated torrent download facility.
Now allows user to build extensions (not previously supported), but has a variety of "widgets" to choose from.
Has a Trash can option for retrieving closed tabs.
Session saver and ad-block feature.
Speed Dial feature to choose from an user defined choice of homepages to open a new page in (very helpful).
Hot keys and mouse gestures are very helpful for people who like working fast.

Drawbacks:
Firefox has been supporting extensions for quite a while and has a larger collection.
Has compatibility issues with some sites.
Does not support some of the latest microsoft technologies available like silverlight.
Generally Firefox user miss their favorite extensions while using opera.

Firefox
Strengths:
The king of tabbed browsing.
A wide array of extensions, plugins and the likes for a better personalised browsing experience.
Is compatible with most IE only compatible sites and most microsoft technologies in view of its significant share of the browser pie.
Spell checker with the integrated dictionary.
Live bookmarking feature.
Has the common features of opera like session saver ( introduced recently), password manager and the option of retrieving recently closed tabs.
Allows its increasingly growing user base to customise and make its own addons, and for the free riders, a huge collection of regularly updated addons to choose from.

Drawbacks:
Is a memory consuming application. For the non geeky people, There is a thing called a RAM, which is the total amount of memory available for the different applications to use. Firefox takes a lot of it for itself and leaves little for the other applications to use, thus it may result in slower computers.
None other ( That I know of )

For the Non-geeky people out there, I would recommend going for either opera or IE because it comes with a lot of inbuilt options and features which would have to be installed as extensions in firefox.

For the geeks , well I would suggest going for either firefox or opera because both now support extensions. For computers with larger RAM, i would personally recommend firefox because it somehow (I feel) offers more freedom in designing extensions than opera. But Opera on a whole provides a better and faster browsing experience than its counterparts if you leave alone the extensions in firefox or widgets in opera.

So cheerios .. Have a great browsing experience

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Now playing: Colin Hay - Overkill

Why Internet doesn’t necessarily make me dumb?

When we talk of Internet, we have to talk of the various issues which are viewed negatively with relation to it. For example, Internet is said to be phasing out books, they are said to be curbing the analytical and creative ability of a person etc .Another important point that has comes up repeatedly is that people are simply “awash” with facts and they simply don’t know what to do with it. It is leading to what is being called a problem solving deficit disorder. How these don’t necessarily make us dumb and how in fact Internet does help us be smarter is what will be discussed.

Most people are unequivocal in their support of books, but view the Internet with suspicion. They are blinded by over five centuries of domination by the paper/print paradigm. But books, like the Internet, are not all good or all bad. For example:

• Books made oral memory less important. The basic skills have changed from listening and speaking to reading and writing.
• Books increased the pace of change and this in turn made contemplation less important. This meant that anti-contemplation skills such as skimming, speed reading, etc. became essential.
• Books caused illiteracy. Prior to the printing press, it was not important for most people to be able to read or write.

Every new technology changes what it means to be human and to be educated. These changes inevitably disadvantage certain kinds of people who previously were advantaged and advantage other kinds of people who were previously disadvantaged. Printed books became so ubiquitous because they were cheaper and better than the previous technologies

Similarly, the Internet is fast becoming the most powerful educational environment that has ever existed but it also has the following drawbacks :

• The Internet makes reading and writing less important. Just as speeches were replaced by books, in turn books will be replaced by websites.
• The Internet increases the pace of change and this in turn makes ownership of ideas less important. Internet disseminates information almost instantaneously.
• The Internet causes illiteracy. Prior to the Internet, it was not important for most people to be able to use computers and navigate through information space.

The strength of the Internet is that, as an institution, it exhibits characteristics of policy formation that appeal to one's sense of liberty. What makes the Internet a "good thing" is its anarchical characteristics of policy formation, such as decentralization, consensus, and openness that real world social structures have striven for.

The fact remains that the characteristics making us intelligent – the ability to reason and to learn remains the same and will probably fundamentally never change with technology. Intelligence, practically, is our capacity to adapt and thrive in our own environment. In our environment of a faster more efficient world, to be intelligent is to adapt ourselves to the latest technology, in our case the Internet.

Undeniably, the best feature of Internet is it’s democratization of information. It's providing instant access to information and, in a sense, improving the practical application of intelligence for everyone has resulted in a change in the way people operate.

Like all technological changes, Internet is being met with opposition, what is important to note here is that the points of opposition have remained same since the introduction of the printing press or perhaps even at the onset of the concept of writing as opposed to oral learning. Thus we see that Internet is not as bad as it sounds, in fact it does help in faster transfer of information, dilution of boundaries, decentralization of information and lets us be more efficient as a person.

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Now playing: Metallica - Nothing Else Matters

The awakening

She dreamt the dream again that night

She was standing all alone against a tree, shielding herself from the chilling wind. She was staring intently at a hillock, some distance away. The tree was at the edge of the battlefield and bodies lay strewn all over the ground. She found herself walking over to the base of the hill, where her lover lay. He was a true man of honour and had died one. The battlefield would carry stories of the valiant battles fought, thus making him immortal. But it mattered no more. She knew she should be crying, but she felt no grief or remorse for the loss .All she felt was a dull throbbing deep within. She saw the flawless skin of her lover’s face lying bruised and stained with blood, some his, some of the people he killed. He lay alongside a multitude of corpses as if to give a final proof of his bravery. On top of it all, he had a smile on his face, which seemed almost cruel to her. It seemed as if he knew that she would come , and had kept on that smile as a farewell gift for her .She caressed his cheeks , and stroked his blood stained hair and suddenly broke down .A wave of grief engulfed her , a tide of remorse swept over her and she wept . She wept as if there was no tomorrow, as if the darkness would never give way to light. Somewhere far away, a wolf howled as if to empathise with her. She couldn’t bear it anymore and she let out a scream that reverberated in the heavens and fell. It seemed for that one moment, heaven, earth and hell had become one. That one moment seemed to go on forever and then it rained...

She came to her senses , in a new world , a fresher brighter world .The rain had ,so to speak , removed the miseries from the face of the earth . The ominous clouds above had disappeared and the darkness had finally given way to light. The sun was peeping up from behind the hill; the sunlight awakening the tiny buds .The battlefield from the night had given way to a garden of fresh blossoms. She felt happy. She felt ready to take on the world again, she felt ready to move on .But just as she tried to walk away, she heard something ringing far away .with every second it grew louder and louder and suddenly she connected. She woke up disconnected and disoriented and shut the alarm. She pulled up the curtains .A pinkish glow could be seen spreading over the sky, form her window. Beyond the garden and over and beyond the hill, the sun could be seen on its journey upwards. She gazed at the sight for what seemed like an eternity. She felt alive..

"Death comes at Night,

At Dawn cometh Life."

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

Life is a roller coaster ride, It is God’s gift to humankind blah blah blah . Everyone has heard a lot of it and I am not going to repeat it for you. What I seek to put forward here is not a concept of life, but a brief intro to what it is all about. Some get a high on life, some seek different other mediums to get high. Some like to be in control, some revel in losing it .Some enjoy living, some live to enjoy. So it’s virtually impossible to generalise anything.

Think of life as a box of crayons. They all pointy are lined up in order, bright and perfect. But ultimately they will all gradually give way to being ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps missing their wrappers and smudged with other colours. Think of the crayons as the human race and then interpret it. Sometimes life just seems unbearably tragic. The pressure to conform along with the pressure to stand out is to forces from opposite directions pushing us deeper within ourselves. You are not a part of anything until you conform to the society in general, and you are a virtual nobody if you don’t stand out, you will just remain another face in the crowd. The catch 22 situation in which we find ourselves daily just creates another web of complexities for us to get out of. Think of it this way, is there any law to say that we have to match our socks with our clothes or for that matter wear matching socks. There isn’t, but still we do it, for there is an unsaid rule saying, the society does it, so must you. Why should there be so much pressure on us to give in to what the society demands, why can’t we live life as we want to!!

I think it is fair to say that half the human population is disappointed to be there, but is resigned to existence. It’s a tall claim, but if you look at the world around you, you will realise that it’s not that hard to believe after all .We don’t value art, we don’t value beauty; all we value is a world of ruthless efficiency. There’s no pleasure in creating things, and no pleasure in having them. Half the world’s treasures are stored in vaults of private collectors. I say we are denying our own humanity, our lives getting drearier than richer. Today the importance of attaching numbers to everything we do has made our life too mundane , the take of the experts on this phenomenon , “ if your numbers go up , it means you’re having more fun “. Is that what you want your life to be? Don’t you feel like shouting out aloud “what on earth am I doing here on this beautiful day? This is the only life I’ve got!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”, but if you do that society will tell you to chill.. Take a few deep breaths and cool off with a glass of water. Coming to think of it, why shouldn’t they, you are not the only special guy around, there are millions going through the same grind and coming out of it unperturbed. But then again what they don’t realise is that you are a special guy after all , not because you screamed , but because you chose to give words to what you felt , which none of the others had done .

Feel proud of you actions , and learn to speak your mind , because I’m sure at the end of it all , you would like to look upon your life as one lived according to your terms , not others. One of enjoyment not compromises. A life well spent, not one which had a feeling of emptiness associated with it. I’m sure one would want to die in bliss , one in which he/she would have at least the achievement of living the life exactly the way he/she wanted to live it , doing the things he/she wanted to do , at the time when they wanted to do . I’m not saying you should give in to your every impulse , but then If you are intelligent enough to understand what I’ve written , I would say you are intelligent enough to decide what’s worth the time and what’s not .

WHY LOVE IS A FARCE ...

This one post is bound to be more read than any of my previous posts ... maybe coz its more controversial than the others , maybe it'll turn out to be more thought provoking than you thought , or what i intended it to be .. for more simply read on

An immediate counter to it would be ... love includes everything .. is love is a farce , then what of mother's love ? does that also count as a farce ? No , here I would just say that every theory has exceptions , this is just one of the many that would crop up in your minds eventually . Going with my theory , that no theory is complete , i go on with my explanation .

Why is love , the purest , most untainted emotion , one which even God's had to take human form to practice , a farce ? I do challenge here the emotion , but the variation of the emotion that is being practiced today . Its never the magic that is questioned , but the magician. What if everything is just an illusion , just like the magic we talk about ? What if every feeling is an illusion created by the mind. Think about it , for how long do you actually experience the feeling of anger , annoyance or sadness ... and how long do you stretch it just to put on a show ...? It is not our fault that we do this . The societal pressure on all of us is immense , a great book of rights and wrongs has been installed in our brains which tell us , that we cannot do such and such thing , for example not getting over being angry in a moment , thus we have to "pretend" to stay in the state . To be happy after a disaster has happened is wrong , so the person has to be seen grieving or mourning . The real reason behind it might be something that we want , everyone likes to be taken acre of , sympathized with , afterall . You laugh at jokes you don't find remotely funny , or don't understand , because thats what the rest of them are doing . "Acceptance" has become the buzz word of the general public today . Anything out of the ordinary may make a celebrity or an outcast of you , the risk of being an outcast being too high to accept .

The motive behind my including the above examples is not to change track , or beat around the bush .The real reason is to show how the emotions which we think to be our private possessions are being dictated by various factors beyond our control . They are all directly or indirectly controlled by the very society that we constitute , and that love is not an exception .

What has resulted due to the over indulgence of society in the matter of love , is that it has mutated into a sort of a compromise between two people , rather than the selfless , untainted version that we associate the word "Love " with . How many times have you come across people compromising so much that they eventually lose their own identity and assumes an identity that the loved one wants him to adopt . But a point to ponder over here is that if that person indeed loves him , then why ask him for a changeover which results in a completely different person from the one that she/he loved. The idea itself is preposterous . But sad to say , this is what we see around us , something we try to shove to the very furthest corner of our mind , labeling it as insignificant . It is not insignificant and it does affect us in some way or the other .

But the question still remains , in spite of all this , why is Love a farce ..?
Lets take a situation . Suppose someone , for that matter I .. say that "I Love you" , You can react in 3 different kind of ways .
1. say yes
2. say no
3. say that you need time to think

For the first 2 answers there is no beating around the bush , and they should be really easy to say , but numbers say a different story , we find most of the people resorting to the 3rd option for an escape route , to what they perceive as a very complex question .The Love that should be , doesnt need deliberation or "thick slicing" . We go over various permutations and combinations , make long term plans , count short term benefits and a whole lot of stuff taht should be thought about , before making that decision . All this would have been fine "If" it was such a hard decision to make , maybe even compelx . But Love is supposed to be the simplest thing that exists . It happens .. thats it , end of story . It goes beyond any boundary created by man , any differences that a human brain can think of . So effectively thick slicing shouldnt even be on the menu . You just know that the person is the one . You fall into love , you don't walk into it , or run or for that matter skid into it . So why does that question take so long to answer , and why is it so filled with compromises that we see today ?

I am "NOT" against Love .. There is Love present in the world , and will remain there for all eternity . Romeos and Juliets will be reborn to take further their love epic . Its just that omnipresent Love has been overshadowed by the farce that Love has become .

I rest my case .

Whats BMS all about

While talking about MICA,
We say BMS lecture is a big pain
the monotonous droning voice,
drives us insane.
The "probability" of sleeping,
is closer to one ,
b'coz , in this lecture,
theres nothin' called fun.
The "Matrix" that we are trapped in ,
is a big scam.
To induce us to sleep ,
and den say "don't sleep in class".
The "Function" of the teacher,
is to teach us maths,
but his voice is to sleep ,
what cheese is to rats .
The "Maxima" is his jokes,
the "Minima", the assignment sheets,
when sleeping is all we do,
doesn't , quizzes, the whole point beat ?
The rows and rows of sleepyheads,
are the idols of out batch,
The "Regression" towards a unified mean
why 40 winks can't one catch ?

2 weeks into my orientation .. I think I owe this to all my Friends and fellow MICAN's ...

MICA RAWKS ...

I start this poem ,
with a view in mind,
to tell you about
how MICA I find.
I came in late,
was one of the few.
The classes and the people,
both of them new.
The open hostels,
the WiFi zones.
The 24*7 Chota,
The free local phones.
The dog called "Roxy"
with a brown skin tone.
The A/C , the lime water,
the ice-cream cone.
The all night chats,
the movie shifts,
The assignment I've been given ,
covers all this.
The Talent ,its obvious,
is plentiful here,
some athletes, some professionals,
but all hold Music dear.
A rapper inhouse,
his impromptu songs,
two guitarists , a pianist
the righted wrongs.
The delayed Lappy's
the indianized mess,
The radio booming,
a game of chess.
The game of football,
the game of pong,
the short courted Baddy,
the basketball court long .
The movies at FR,
the subway Footlongs,
The holidays short,
the journey very long.
That was the culture,
of the MICA we know,
theres still a lot left to see,
a lot left to show.
The seniors are yet to come,
The ragging yet to be done.
We've been assured time and again,
Its sure to be a lot of fun .
As we get "Oriented",
the MICA way,
We hope that the change,
in the end does pay ..!!

FAREWELL

Goodbyes ... what do i say about them ..

Goodbye is the most difficult word for me to say , not because its a tongue twister ( u don't think its diffult to say .. talk with a russian or a african , he'll tell ya how hard it is ...) .. but because of the thoughts dat associate with it the moment you say it . Think about it .. you are standing at your gate , wishing someone goodbye , you immediately think about the time you spent with them . With some uve spent a few minutes , with some , a few days , and some rare ones , years .... With the time spent with that person , the goodbyes become more tougher .. in fact reach different stratas of tough . You start reminiscing of the countless moments that have been etched in your memories for ever ... some good some bad .. but memories which you probably will pick out one after another one a lonely evening.

Everyone has those goodbyes ... First it's with the school friends , some of whom you probably won't meet for the rest of your life , but talk about ,with the ones you are in touch with .For the some lucky ones the school friends go on to become college friends .. For some like me .. its a fresh start all over again .. Ive had the good fortune though , to have some very close friends who've found it important to keep in touch but still every goodbye is still as tough .

Then comes graduation day , the people uve studied with for 3-4 years are going to go away their separate ways . There are two kinds of goodbyes here too . For the ones in day colleges , who don't even know half their class its not dat big a deal , except for their own group mates whom im certain theyr bound to meet sometime soon again .Now for the medical and engineering students who are mostly hostelites . That means they are stuck so to speak with their batchmates day in day out for 4-5 years , the duration of their course . All the good times and bad times are spent with those guys and gals . The bonds are definately stronger there because the crowd there is from all parts of the country and chances are that after graduating you won't be meeting them for a long time , maybe for ever .

That i guess is the cause of a tradition common to almost all schools and colleges . The tradition called farewell . I had talked about only the batchmates in the preceding paragraphs , for a special reason . Think about your juniors , who follow your every move , trying to grasp that one clue howto get through what you've already been through . The juniors , some for whom you are more of an elder brother than just another senior , for some of whom a teacher , for others , friends . Its not only your batchmates whose lives you affect in those 4-5 years , but also your juniors , who look up for inspiration from your every word and movement and to whom you can pass on that precious tips who've accumulated through your own troubles or mayb , the ones which were passed onto you through your own seniors .

Farewell , as the word suggests is a goodbye reframed . Basically a gimmick designed by softies who coudn't say goodbye to their loved ones .. again i mention here loved ones coz they are loved .. whose memories will be cherished long after you've passed out , whose stories you will recount to your children perhaps .. perhaps even your grandchildren , for how many fairytales can you conjure up afterall .
Coming back to the point . More than a tradition which people have to follow , its more a way of thanking the seniors , for all theyve done and been . This would have looked better if I had written this somehtime last time , when i was also a junior , But yeah definitely do understand . This is my way of saying thank you . ..

Ive been lucky enough to have a set of extremely helpful and caring juniors , more than i can say for myself .. But the way they've treated us these 3 years together , the respect they've accorded , the friends that some of them have become is really astonishing ..

The farewell they gave us was one out of this world . If theres one list i would be asked to make of the best memories of my entire stay in my college , the farewell would definitely be somewhere at the top .

Lets tell you about my farewell

A pool side party , a memento for every individual , special mentions and tidbits about some of us , their coming upto us and saying that we meant a lot to them really says something .To top it , we had our own in house DJ's playing away one hit after another . Was a long time since i had really gone wild . Was special in more than one ways .. I was thrown in the pool .. so were many others .. others simply jumped in .. ! what better way to cool off than a dip in the pool at 11 at night ..! This was probably the last time we were all gonna dance together , last party at this place , last happy memory together probably .... and nobody wantedit to go out with a whimper .. very soon everyone was on their feet dancing , or if they couldn't just moving their body the best they could ... but they were up and dancing on the beats of "hil hil ke nacho nacho .."
All in all a fantastic night I won't forget for a long long time .. !!

Thank you to all the juniors ... who made this particular goodbye so very easy on me .. thank you for everything ...

History of cricket in INDIA

A long time ago, there was a man … but he is not important.

A little time after that, the British came to India on the pretext of selling goods .After being allowed to stay and trade , they made a hole in the very plate they ate in .I know it must’ve been hard for them to eat without spoons in India hence the whole hole strategy . but again that’s not the point . They came , they saw and they conquered . Under the rule of the Britishers , the general public had nothing much to do , everything was being done by the British. They controlled the Industries, the government and the mass media . Some smart guy spread the idea that as they were sitting idle as it is , why not do something like overthrowing the government . Everyone was initially shocked , but having no better idea of their own , they joined in too. Soon the whole of India was gripped with the freedom struggle syndrome .

Now the British, as we all know, are cowards but smart cowards . They thought, the people want something to do, what better than a game that goes on for 5 days at a stretch and makes the player so tired and fatigued that they go straight to bed after finishing a day’s play , hence leaving them no time to think about anything else .But they didn’t want anyone to know about the games real purpose . So , they secretly ordered 22 cricket kits from England , some hats for the umpires , uniforms , stumps , bats made from the finest English willow and the best Yorkshire balls .

One fine day , when the cowherds were leaving for their daily time pass in the woods , they saw that a portion of the woods had been cleared , into a sort of oval shape and in the middle was brown patch with weird looking wooden protrusions .They were scared and ran back to their village to tell everyone about the strange sight . They thought that it was sign from the God’s of the imminent disaster . The village elder convened a meeting and ordered a group of 10 strongest men in the village to go have a look .

The villagers selected were sent off with “Tilaks “, “Aarti’s” and “Maala’s” . They approached the place cautiously. When they came to the clearing, they saw something very strange .

Their English masters were dressed in white, the clothes of mourning, two of them with weird looking things on their head which covered it entirely , a very different kind of “topi” than the ones they had seen before . Then they saw the weapon… It was a big block of wood with a handle to wield it . The non-topi master threw a “gola” at the topi waala master and the topi waala master used his weapon to save himself . The gola flew up in the air and was caught by another non topi waala master . Suddenly they they started shouting some chants and a big “hat” waala master pointed to the skies, as if drawing their attention to the God’s . The topi waala master then left the clearing shaking his head.

The villagers were the bravest in the entire region, they feared nothing , some of them had fought with tigers bare handed and killed it . But when it came to God, they were fearful. So they ran back to their village and recounted the entire tale. The village elders decided, it was time to go to the King, or Maharaja, as they liked to call him.

When the villagers told their tale to the Maharaja, He burst out laughing . The villagers were shocked but not surprised .The Maharaja was Gods emissary on earth, he would know things far beyond anyone’s imagination .So they politely asked him the reason for his laughing . He replied that the entire episode they described was of a game called cricket, which he had himself seen and played on one of his trips to England. In fact, he reasoned, it wasn’t unlike the native game of “gilli danda” which almost every child in the village played . The ball would replace the “gilli” , and the bat would replace the “danda” . The rules and timings, the scheduled breaks were all to make the game more organized , and to remind the Indians that the British did everything that the Indians did , and did it better .

The Indians took to the game like ducks to water. Very soon, every child and every adult was seen playing the game in various corners of the village and some even in the woods. Others hid in the bushes behind the clearing, to grasp the basics from the masters themselves. No one was spared from the fever and the passion to learn the game. Finally they had something worthwhile to do. They practiced fervently with just one aim in mind, to defeat the Masters at their own game, literally. They practice and practiced until one fine day they were ready.

They challenged the mighty British to a game of cricket, In the very clearing , they had first witnessed it . Rest they say is history …

The British were defeated .The clearing gave way to the monumental , Eden Gardens which still evokes the same passion as it did way back then . The plaques and sign boards still adorn the walls with the names of those 11 cricketers, who took on the mighty British .

Rumor has it , that the British left India , not at the insistence of Gandhi and his “vraths” and slogans of non-violence , or the aggressiveness of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose , but out of shame . Embarrassed , on losing the game which they had brought to the Indians , of which they had by far a lot more experience , of which they were the masters in the whole world . They left India .

The irony is obvious, the game brought to India by the British , to prolong their stay and make it more entertaining , led to their exit .

The British are long gone, but the game remains . The passion with which we follow it and the present state of Indian cricket , a sad reminder , that a lucky win here and there will get us the applauds and the cheers , but the fact remains , we will always remain the underdogs .

disclaimer : All of the above is a figment of my imagination

It has been very rightly written by Sir edward tyler , that "culture or civilization , taken in its wide ethnographic sense , is that complex whole , which includes knowledge, belief, art, morals, law , customs and any other capabilities and habits acquired by man as a member of society ." this is a very practical definition of culture as we know it because of two phrases that are woven into it . "wide ethnographic sense" - because culture cannot be defined for an individual it has to take into consideration whole communities, whole countries and races , and "man as a member of society" - because by this phrase we accept that man is a part of and hence , defines society .The importance of these two sentences will be revealed as we try to understand why culture is so essential to humankind .

Long back when man discovered fire , he didn't know it would be used to spread wide spread destruction , when man found the importance of metals he didn't realize its subsequent change into weapons and so on for the various landmarks of discoveries and inventions . What really is a proof of our evolution into civilized creatures are our various cultures. It is because that we realized the importance of culture, tradition and the value of passing down our perceptions is what led to our evolution.

But as cultures developed so did disparity. People adapted differently to different environments and so different cultures were formed native to those communities and races. Then came the borders. The borders were imaginary lines defining ones region of power. Kings extended their borders in order to make other cultures succumb to their superior race and that's what led to the dark ages where mankind descended to the level of common beasts. But finally the dark gave way to light and peace reigned . We learnt the importance of art, of music, of knowledge, of a sense of order in our lives and the need of a governing law . Finally we knew our culture; but as was before, different regions developed their own distinct sense of culture and attempts to prove their superiority reigned again.

Even today some of the effects still linger. Works of art, masterpieces, books, sculptures were destroyed and are still being destroyed. Be it in retaliation to a strong statement by a "Enemy" country or by propagandists. What we don't realize is that the ultimate sufferers are us and the generation to come , who won't be able to enjoy the past .Destruction is not always physical , we for example are witness to history changing in the minds of the generation to come . History books are being tampered with to elevate one race or culture and to degrade another.

If this continues, some time from now democracy and secularism will slowly give way to total anarchy . Fascist leaders will be at helm, and countries will be known not by the brilliant scientists and hard working engineers it has produced by the number of religious fanatics it contains and the number of "fatwas" it issues.

Do we dream of such a world?

Do we want a world described to us in George Orwell's "1984". A world where an unseen force controls our life , where every action is under prying eyes , every breath counted. Where history is modified to reflect the change in the governments stand and while the officials live a life of luxury the common masses are left to rot .

I guess not .

Culture, so far shown to be the evil harbinger, has the potential to be the hero, the savior. When cultures are allowed to merge it leads to the birth of a new culture , a unified culture which extracts the best from both while still retaining its own separate identity .That's the medicine our ailment require . The path to our deliverance...

Why are rules created if they are meant to be broken in the first place ??

Rules... When you set out to define the word rules, you come across two words, guidelines and strict.. If the rules were simple guidelines there would have been no problem whatsoever because then the imposition of them would have been our discretion. But unfortunately, they are never so.

A rules never remains a guideline when it is strictly enforced, because then it does not leave any room to exercise our discretion. Carrying forward that point, the rules being dumped upon us means we had no say in it. This awakens the dormant rebel that resides within all of us.

Here I would like to talk a bit more about this rebel. Oxford describes a rebel as “person or thing that resists authority or control”. When you define it that way.. You get the words, control and authority. The authority is the person enforcing the rules and control is the ultimate motive of the rules themselves. When a person tries to impinge upon our privacy naturally we try to resist. This resistance is the tool of a rebel. When you stop a kid from playing in the sun, he’ll find ways to do it , when you say that ‘blah blah’ is bad and he/she is not to do it , you are arousing the curiosity of that person which is another instigator of the rebel . In short a restriction or any attempt made to control an individual will always result in an act of rebellion.

There’s a very common phrase used by students and in some cases employees the world over, since time eternity.

“Rules are meant to be broken”

Short and crisp, it heralded the teenage era in America a few decades back by becoming the mantra of teeming youngsters.

But this phase of rebellion is very short lived. You may wonder why, as the rebel still resides within.

The answers lie in us. As much as we would like to live a life of freedom, as much as we would dream of an utopia without rules .A voice within us always forces us to follow them.

The voice is our conscience, and the rules are not the ones created by our fellow beings, but Nature’s own laws which govern our every action.

Have you ever wondered why after and sometimes even while hitting a person in rage or a sudden burst of emotion, a feeling of guilt is born? While committing an act of treachery, or stealing something a person suffers from the same pangs of guilt. He might run away and escapes the long arms of law, but where will be run from the voice inside himself.

That same thing is applicable to the rules made by our elders and peers. The rules are made to restrict our course of action which may lead to us committing an act which we will dislike ourselves for doing later on.

Let’s take an example

A rule says not to bring inflammable items on a flight; another rule says not to smoke in public places. Both these rules have one thing in common it’s a rule meant for public safety, our safety. A person bringing that flammable item on the flight or train risks the life of many others along with his own; similarly the person who is smoking in a public place is risking the lives of various others who could be affected equally with the effects of passive smoking.

Rules are created to act as a marker, a signboard pointing to the right direction .Even if it’s on a deserted road, which no one frequents; it has to be there .Not for the millions that have no need for it, but for that one solitary traveler who is helped by it.

Hope the point’s taken.

while we'r at the crazy idea of writing a blog .. we might as well put our best foot forward ..

I hate to think that all my current experiences will probably end up being stories with no point somewhere in the future .. so i thought why not start one right here .

Tell me something , how can something seem so plausible at the time of doing it .. and so utterly idiotic in retrospect .

Its actually very funny if you think about it .

remember when we were kids, I thought that grown-ups never needed to worry about anything , they had all the answers and so i trusted my parents to take care of everything . what didn't occur to me at that time was they might not how to ..
I figured that once you grew up , you automatically knew how and what to do in any scenario .

That might partly explain why a kid is always in a hurry to grow up !!!

But the truth is that its more of a cycle an ironic cycle ... every kid wants to be a grown up to be able to take his own decisions .. while every grown up wants his childhood back to stop having to take his own decisions .

Every adult reminisces the childhood days of total innocence .. a state of no-worry .. one of total bliss .

Everyone starts with a phase where you wanted to become a super hero , or maybe just be as great as your dad.

Then comes a bit mature phase , where you want to become one of the fighter pilots for the army or the president or maybe a business tycoon.

Then you close in on the adulthood in those last years of your teenage spree.. the one where ur hormones are racing around like crazy . Every pretty girl is your soulmate , every rejection , the last time.You start realising that you are someone , you existence is not futile . thats when you start challenging authority , the authority of your teachers , your elders and even your parents , because for the first time you realise you can speak .You explore the various freedoms which you never knew existed . what we don't realise is that we already had those freedoms , we didnt need to snatch them , there was nothing to snatch in the first place.

Then we reach adulthood... and dream of being that child again ..

Wise men have said that the kid within us never dies , I find it to be true . Did you ever realise that grownups are the happiest when near kids , ever wonder why they pampered you , why they pulled at your cheeks , why they would go to any length to make you laugh ?

my posts are seeming to thinking types .. next one I promise will be a crazy one ..!!

signing off for now ..

what do you normally start your day with ..?
whats your first thought when you get up in the morning ....?
which foot do you first put on the ground while getting up ...?
do you even remember the first part of the dream you had last night ....?

how many yes' did you just give to the questions above ?
most people would dismiss it as rubbish .. after all who has time to think about all these insignificant things .. but mind you a brief introspection will reveal how much we are missing out on the smaller joys of life ..

have you tried counting your steps while you walk to the door , or the number of steps to your 3rd floor home?

have you tried getting wet in the first rain of the season instead of scurrying back to the safe confines of your home ?

last question ..
have you , while reading the above blog thought that he/she is really missing out on something.. something dat could well be the difference between joy and monotony.

tomm morning when you get up try noticing which feet you land on .. try counting how many fingers you have on your hand .. i know you'll always have 10 , but try it , if you don't feel special that day post back on this blog and ill apologize for wasting a few moments of your life .. but if you do then please do take some more moments out of your life and post your experience back here .

Imagine yourself within the below mentioned setting

There's a blizzard blowing outside .. the cold weather with the snow provides an ideal evening for a mug of hot chocolate . As you are just about to settle down into the warm confines of your blanket , with the book you wanted to complete for a long long time , but always left at the end of the fifth page , in your hand , and the mug on your side table ; the doorbell rings. You wonder who could it be at a time like this and a weather like this . Maybe a neighbour come to ask for a cup of sugar perhaps ? You move towards the door , silently cussing the neighbours for disturbing your mood . As you open the door , surprise ; your best friend , the girl you always liked, but never could reveal your feelings to , shows up at your door . She asks in a grieved voice , "may i come inside ?" . You apologize and invite her inside . As she makes herself comfortable , you offer her a mug of hot chocolate . She settles down on the sofa , obviously uneasy , you give her the mug , and settle down yourself on the adjacent chair . "so .. what happened .. I mean you , here , at this time of the night ?? Is everything alright ?" you ask . She says " I just broke up with the guy , i was seeing , seems he only wanted to use me ". then she starts crying .. being the best friend you are , you offer her a word of consolation and pat her , but then she falls on you and starts crying on your chest ; startled , you have no option but to hold her , until she calms down . When she calms down , u give her a glass of water and tell her that she's welcome to spend the night in the house , and that the guest room is entirely at her disposal . She says thanks for being there for her , when she really needed it and moves up to give you a small peck , shocked by her sudden gesture you move your face so that its directly facing her , and she kisses your lips . the kiss lingers for a few seconds...

silence ...

This is the setting .. sounds right out of a romantic flick .. but here you are God ..

what would you do next ..

let's weigh your options

One : She's pretty vulnerable at the moment , just out of a bad relationship , she finds herself short of people she can trust and so has come to you . You can take advantage of this moment , this lingering kiss which is indeed a signal that she is desperate for some show of affection , of love , and tell her your feelings about her . Chances are she'll fall for it and you'll lead a happy life every after .

Two : She's pretty vulnerable at the moment , just out of a bad relationship , she finds herself short of people she can trust and so has come to you . Can you bring yourself to take advantage of her situation for your own selfish gains ? Can you take this accidental brush of lips for a feeling of desperation ? Can you cough up enough courage to go tell her your feelings and what if she doesn't reciprocate , what if she is so shocked that she choses to leave ? where do you think she'll go at this time of the night , you are her best friend remember ; she doesn't have anyone else to turn to .

weigh your options carefully and chose , because life doesn't offer you second chances ...


A film once proclaimed that guys and gals could never become friends ... how true is that ??

There is thing called friendship and there is this thing called love ..

A very thin red line defines its boundary .. which time has practically eroded away ..

Sometimes you cross over , then return back hurriedly knowing it someplace deep within , that you wanted to cross the line , all the while .

what will you do ???

ME .. ME .. ME... ALL THE WAY

My "about me" reeked of this not so long ago ..

Noone dies a virgin .. life screws us all..

fer me dere are no rules .. no boundaries .. no time limits .. I am an example of poetry in motion ..

I still roam about in the by lanes of life .. searching fer that one dark alley where opportunity resides ; don't worry ill give u call when i find it ...

I don't drink ,I don't smoke .. I don't need these .. I get a high on a simple somthing called life .

Heck just give me my pillow , a good supply of books , my guitar and my comp .. nd ill make my own paradise ..

I say i am in love ..

yeah I'm in love with those icy drops dripping down my window pane on a wet july evening ,

yeah I'm in love with that sweet whiff of southern breeze that blows across my face when i go for that long drive alone ..

A special something fer my love :~

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

think you know me .. think again ..

just rem .. I am what I am .. take it or leave it ...

Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one is watching.

- Randall G Leighton